i don't want your hand, you'll only pull me down
My thoughts are jumbled tonight, therefore this entry will be, too. Are you ready? Here we go.
Living through constant rain the past two weeks has not dampened my excitement about going to Seattle in December at all. My History 2020 teacher keeps lecturing me about comma usage on every paper I turn in, but after looking at the paper he "edited" I'm convinced that HE is the one that needs the lesson on comma usage. This weekend I sat through three hours of rain to watch my little sister play rugby. It rained so much that the creek behind the field flooded, and we had to wade through waist high water in strong currents to get back to the car. I wish I had gotten a picture, but there was serious threat of being washed downstream if I let go of the railing I was holding on to. I feel like today was productive. I worked from 10:30-5:00, finished up some laundry, did a light work-out at the gym, tanned for a few minutes, watched Chris' soccer game, and made pizza and cookies for dinner. Jack, my dog, has a swollen neck, and I'm worried about the million different things it could be. I wish it wasn't so ridiculously expensive to take your animals to the vet. Since Chris and I are caught up with Heroes, we don't know what to do with ourselves. I guess we could start watching True Blood now. I am seriously in lust with Milo Ventimiglia (Peter Petrelli on Heroes). I tried to send him a fangirl letter on Myspace, but he has set an away message and is therefore not receiving mail. I'm stoked about the movies New Moon and Where the Wild Things Are, and their corresponding soundtracks. Especially the New Moon soundtrack, because Anya Marina is on it and I love her. I feel so behind in my classes, but I know I'm not as behind as I think I am. I wish I could set up my desk to be more "study friendly," i.e.: room to work on my computer AND write, but the desk is simply not large enough. Alas.
Well, that's all I've got for now. Goodnight!