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it's a funny thing, being back here. Nice, though, to not have classes for a few weeks, save the gigantic Oxford reading list.
Myrtle was amazing- after a rather, uh, strenuous Friday and the traditional "Myrtle mass," the next few days brought shopping (!) and an infuriating game of Kings, visiting the seniors, and an attempt to go to the Spanish Galleon that ended up turning into a bonfire at Rach's, complete with Truth or Dare Jenga, Charley wearing Mariel's pink pants and jacket, a sorry attempt at belly dancing, an a very very long conversation that ended in me finally going to bed at...eh...8 am. And then there was the beach and our table games at Hard Rock and another bonfire and getting Rach's dog drunk (oh god was that funny) and all in all it was an amazing weekend.
Emily (my sister, in case you don't know) is graduating on Sunday. This Sunday. And that's scary. I miss when she was little and we could talk about our parents and boys and school and the horror of CHS theology classes after school before mom and dad came home. I miss our coffee shop dates and chick-flick nights. And I think sometimes that there is so much I wish I could tell her, so much I wish I could say: "Ohmygod don't do that!" but things are different now and she is only two and a half years younger than me and I'm sure she'll make mistakes and laugh about them later and learn from them if she wants to- lessons like "Never Play Kings with Mean Boys" or "It is Possible to Eat an Entire Box of Wheat Thins in One Day" or "Never Think that Just because You're From Here instead of some Prep School that you're not smart." Lessons are funny things- I almost think the funny ones are as valuable as the serious ones sometimes...
I don't know- now I'm rambling. Sorry. So I'll send a few more e-mails and try to figure out what the time difference is is Britain...
Myrtle was amazing- after a rather, uh, strenuous Friday and the traditional "Myrtle mass," the next few days brought shopping (!) and an infuriating game of Kings, visiting the seniors, and an attempt to go to the Spanish Galleon that ended up turning into a bonfire at Rach's, complete with Truth or Dare Jenga, Charley wearing Mariel's pink pants and jacket, a sorry attempt at belly dancing, an a very very long conversation that ended in me finally going to bed at...eh...8 am. And then there was the beach and our table games at Hard Rock and another bonfire and getting Rach's dog drunk (oh god was that funny) and all in all it was an amazing weekend.
Emily (my sister, in case you don't know) is graduating on Sunday. This Sunday. And that's scary. I miss when she was little and we could talk about our parents and boys and school and the horror of CHS theology classes after school before mom and dad came home. I miss our coffee shop dates and chick-flick nights. And I think sometimes that there is so much I wish I could tell her, so much I wish I could say: "Ohmygod don't do that!" but things are different now and she is only two and a half years younger than me and I'm sure she'll make mistakes and laugh about them later and learn from them if she wants to- lessons like "Never Play Kings with Mean Boys" or "It is Possible to Eat an Entire Box of Wheat Thins in One Day" or "Never Think that Just because You're From Here instead of some Prep School that you're not smart." Lessons are funny things- I almost think the funny ones are as valuable as the serious ones sometimes...
I don't know- now I'm rambling. Sorry. So I'll send a few more e-mails and try to figure out what the time difference is is Britain...