Death by stingray. Srsly.
So the wedding sucked ass. Really. Except from when my dress was awesome. (I didn't get the one I wanted, it was too big, but I got a wine-coloured dress and pilfered shoes from my sister, who is by the way coming back in a week! Yay!) But. Remind me huge events aren't really my thing. Because, really, it's crowded and loud, and those two things don't make me happy, particularly not combined. But I survived. I came home, changed, and did my favourite thing ever in the whole world--chillaxed with the dogs on the kitchen floor.
and I took pictures. Cause my dogs are ozome.
I love my dogs. I wish my dogs could be my ringtone.
My schedule for next year is shaping out to be insane. My majors are now officially English Literature (with an emphasis on writing) and Theatre. Yay School of Humanities! But WTF insane hours? I foresee much death in this coming school year. No, really, Hebrew U, if the list of courses is over a page long, you're going overboard. K? And now the university is in Newsweek's Top 100 World Universities list and they're making a HUGE deal of it. I'm sure it's all we'll be hearing about next year.
I do have to say the list of courses looks really interesting, though. There are a lot of workshops (poetry, prose, playwriting, and--omgfear--acting) which is nice. Plus there's a musical theatre workshop next semester. I'M JUST SAYING.
I'm excited about decorating my dorm room. My roommate had better be down with decorating, or I'd have to kill her. (also she'd better be down with musical theatre, or she'd have to kill me. Ha.)