:-D
I just got back from Beth's birthday dinner at Acapulco, and it was brilliant. :-D Rest assured, everyone. Both Beth AND I had alcoholic beverages. Well, beverage, really. And just one. That we split. ..Anyway. It was fun! And Beth gave me her illegal light saber for safekeeping because weapons (even plastic light-up ones purchased on Disney soil) are not allowed. Ah, well. Fear not, darling, I will keep it safe. Or if not safe, then it will certainly be returned to you in the condition you bestowed it upon me. It can chill with my Gandalf sword, in the back of my closet, away from my darlingest baby brother.
Um, other than that, I've been doing assorted things related to moving back onto campus for the FOURTH and final time. I HAAATE this whole process of loading up the car and then checking out a squeaky, unwieldy cart that smells bad from the Castor desk, unloading the car onto the cart, dragging the thing on its squeaky wheels MILES to the dorm, up four floors in the elevator, and down the turny hallways to my room. In the disgusting heat and rainy muggy grossness. BLEAH. (I have strong feelings about this, in case you couldn't tell.)
But I love being in the room itself. It's comfortable, with high ceilings, which is oddly important to me. OH, and the door to my hall has construction paper letters proclaiming "BOLLYWOOD" for no discernible reason. And there are paper flowers on the doors with our names on them. I shall investigate this matter in greater depth and report back.
Also, I got my hair cut and re-highlighted. I'm happy with it. The hairstylist ended up selling me gobs more hair stuff than I'll actually use. Somehow, she sold me TWO conditioners. I'm.. not sure how this happened. Plus two mousse-ish products. On top of the shampoo and conditioner that I actually planned on buying.
This just goes to reinforce the fact that money and I DO NOT MIX. Impulsiveness + money =/= good.
There is a cat sleeping behind my computer. She's blocking the vent. I've always wondered if this is hazardous for the computer. Don't think I could move her, though, seeing as how she's so damned cute.
Starting tomorrow, I will officially live on campus once again. Daddy's going to help me move my refrigerator, microwave, and bookshelves up tomorrow morning, and then I think I'll be all set. I'll work during the weekend with the shorter drive (YAY) and then be set for classes on Monday! Woo hoo! I think the excitement is mostly because I'm taking classes I really want to take. I'll have to pay for this next semester, when I take my ONE leftover stupid Brit Lit survey course and three other random electives, but for now the sky is rosy. ..Or, you know, enter your cliche of choice here.
Man. Fried ice cream might be the best thing ever to have ever been invented ever. I wish I could meet the person who thought it up. I'd totally shake their (er, I mean his/her) hand.
Um, other than that, I've been doing assorted things related to moving back onto campus for the FOURTH and final time. I HAAATE this whole process of loading up the car and then checking out a squeaky, unwieldy cart that smells bad from the Castor desk, unloading the car onto the cart, dragging the thing on its squeaky wheels MILES to the dorm, up four floors in the elevator, and down the turny hallways to my room. In the disgusting heat and rainy muggy grossness. BLEAH. (I have strong feelings about this, in case you couldn't tell.)
But I love being in the room itself. It's comfortable, with high ceilings, which is oddly important to me. OH, and the door to my hall has construction paper letters proclaiming "BOLLYWOOD" for no discernible reason. And there are paper flowers on the doors with our names on them. I shall investigate this matter in greater depth and report back.
Also, I got my hair cut and re-highlighted. I'm happy with it. The hairstylist ended up selling me gobs more hair stuff than I'll actually use. Somehow, she sold me TWO conditioners. I'm.. not sure how this happened. Plus two mousse-ish products. On top of the shampoo and conditioner that I actually planned on buying.
This just goes to reinforce the fact that money and I DO NOT MIX. Impulsiveness + money =/= good.
There is a cat sleeping behind my computer. She's blocking the vent. I've always wondered if this is hazardous for the computer. Don't think I could move her, though, seeing as how she's so damned cute.
Starting tomorrow, I will officially live on campus once again. Daddy's going to help me move my refrigerator, microwave, and bookshelves up tomorrow morning, and then I think I'll be all set. I'll work during the weekend with the shorter drive (YAY) and then be set for classes on Monday! Woo hoo! I think the excitement is mostly because I'm taking classes I really want to take. I'll have to pay for this next semester, when I take my ONE leftover stupid Brit Lit survey course and three other random electives, but for now the sky is rosy. ..Or, you know, enter your cliche of choice here.
Man. Fried ice cream might be the best thing ever to have ever been invented ever. I wish I could meet the person who thought it up. I'd totally shake their (er, I mean his/her) hand.