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There's nothing quite like waking up to a bed breaking beneath you to make you feel a) like a fat cow or b) pissed off that the people who dismantled and remantled your bedroom were mildly incompetent.
so yeah, now I've got to go bed shopping as well as shoe shopping. Oh well, I've had that bed since I was 8.
In other news, summer went by too quickly. I still have not even begun HP and the Deathly Hallows. I've been to the dollar theater once (and now it is the $1.25 theater). My legs are as white as they were in April (but I do have chaco tan lines). I am no closer to figuring out my Russian or English thesis than I was 2.5 months ago, and I don't want school to start because I know that once it does start everything will just keep flying along and there will be no denying anymore that it is indeed the last year.
Now I must go prepare the first corn-on-the cob of the summer and begin folding all the new and clean clothes in my room so that I can remove the broken bed.
so yeah, now I've got to go bed shopping as well as shoe shopping. Oh well, I've had that bed since I was 8.
In other news, summer went by too quickly. I still have not even begun HP and the Deathly Hallows. I've been to the dollar theater once (and now it is the $1.25 theater). My legs are as white as they were in April (but I do have chaco tan lines). I am no closer to figuring out my Russian or English thesis than I was 2.5 months ago, and I don't want school to start because I know that once it does start everything will just keep flying along and there will be no denying anymore that it is indeed the last year.
Now I must go prepare the first corn-on-the cob of the summer and begin folding all the new and clean clothes in my room so that I can remove the broken bed.