FOUR MORE YEARS! FOUR MORE YEARS!
By which I mean that Cameron and I have been dating for more than four years. It was four years as of my birthday.
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That's a long freakin' time, yo! And yet... it feels... very, very short. It's pretty exciting to find out that I was totally wrong when, as a small person, I assumed I wouldn't ever want to spend this much time with one person.
It's just that it's totally not an Armstrong* when I say that he's absolutely Mary Poppins**. And that's why I know our relationship's gonna STEVE HOLT!***
IN OTHER NEWS! I am 26 now, and according to MrBossPerson, this means that I am now Too Old To Own a Futon, in addition to other things. (No worries--I'm not getting rid of mine--at least not yet!--because he just clearly doesn't understand HoboCamping.)
Also: I have a tanburn (mostly a tan, I think? Except sort of tender and vaguely reddish?) from the all-weekend destination bachelorette party that I went to this weekend. Bride said No Naked Dudes, so we just went to... a place where a talking duck runs around ruining things with no pants on?
Considering that it was DisneyWorld, I was not necessarily on fire with desire to go, BUT! I had a really good time after all! Despite, for example, arriving first and alone and getting to ride to DisneyWorld on a bus...
Katie: Well, it could be worse! It could've been, like, a cheerleader convention at the mall!
Me: Actually, it was Cheer and Dance World Finals.
Katie: ...
Me: They were staying at my hotel.
Katie: ...
Me: They cheered on the bus.
Katie: o_O
...but only once. And we got to sit by the pool and watch them tumble and stuff, which was amusing. ALSO, I got to have the coach of the ones on my bus get on, bitch about nothing, look around, snap (in a thick southern accent), "This is NOT the happiest place on earth right NOW, y'all." LULZ. Then she snapped her crystal-crusted sunglasses over her eyes and proceeded to tell the people next to her about how trying it's been, doing this for the last four years... "but my daughter's been cheering since she was five, and I want to make sure she's in good hands!"
Anyway. So, we engaged in lots of fun and very little debauchery (lady at the restaurant, seeing Lindsey's "I'm getting married!" button (thanks, Disney!) and light-up "Bachelorette" sash: "Congratulations! But let's keep it PG! It's Disney!") and a bit of sunburning and surprisingly little alcohol (we each had A DRINK Saturday night and fell asleep, since apparently 13 hours at the Magic Kingdom and a heavy supper will do that to you).
But, just in case you think it's all love and bachelorette parties and hilarious cheerleaders in my life, you should know that I also had my flight delayed THREE HOURS, meaning that (thanks to Disney's slightly overzealous "early arrival at the airport!" policy) I spent SIX HOURS at the Orlando airport. SIGH. I tried to placate myself with a manicure (since my nails looked seriously unprofessional and I knew I wouldn't make it to Amy's for our weekly Desperate Housewives + Nail Painting Party), which turned into a comedy of errors:
1. I get my nails all pretty and painted.
2. While they are drying under little hand-fans, the manicurist steps out.
3. One hand-fan is hot and one is cold! I attempt to fix this and majorly smudge up one thumbnail.
4. I try to fix THAT and mess up my ring finger on the other hand.
5. Manicurist returns. I am for some reason AFRAID TO TELL HER what I did and very quickly try to ESCAPE without letting her SEE MY HANDS.
6. ...Profit?
Anyway, so I didn't get home till around midnight (BOO). And when I got up this morning, I was definitely not alert and ready to roll, so I called in. And vowed to grade papers all day! And... have spent about an hour and a half on that so far. Which, while not great, isn't totally terrible, right?
...right???
OK. Time to go grade papers. TTYL.TTFN! <3
*a stretch --> Stretch Armstrong --> an Armstrong (I'm not British enough for Cockney slang, so I do this instead?). Just be grateful I left it there and didn't keep going. Example: an Armstrong --> Neil Armstrong --> to the moon, Alice! --> "It's a little to the moon, don't you think?"
**("practically perfect in every way!" -->I blame Lindsey A. for having a bachelorette party, and also her friend Jess for planning it in DisneyWorld, which is where I therefore was all weekend, and also myself for being a ridiculous person.)
***If I need to explain this, then you need to watch more Arrested Development.
0_0
That's a long freakin' time, yo! And yet... it feels... very, very short. It's pretty exciting to find out that I was totally wrong when, as a small person, I assumed I wouldn't ever want to spend this much time with one person.
It's just that it's totally not an Armstrong* when I say that he's absolutely Mary Poppins**. And that's why I know our relationship's gonna STEVE HOLT!***
IN OTHER NEWS! I am 26 now, and according to MrBossPerson, this means that I am now Too Old To Own a Futon, in addition to other things. (No worries--I'm not getting rid of mine--at least not yet!--because he just clearly doesn't understand HoboCamping.)
Also: I have a tanburn (mostly a tan, I think? Except sort of tender and vaguely reddish?) from the all-weekend destination bachelorette party that I went to this weekend. Bride said No Naked Dudes, so we just went to... a place where a talking duck runs around ruining things with no pants on?
Considering that it was DisneyWorld, I was not necessarily on fire with desire to go, BUT! I had a really good time after all! Despite, for example, arriving first and alone and getting to ride to DisneyWorld on a bus...
Katie: Well, it could be worse! It could've been, like, a cheerleader convention at the mall!
Me: Actually, it was Cheer and Dance World Finals.
Katie: ...
Me: They were staying at my hotel.
Katie: ...
Me: They cheered on the bus.
Katie: o_O
...but only once. And we got to sit by the pool and watch them tumble and stuff, which was amusing. ALSO, I got to have the coach of the ones on my bus get on, bitch about nothing, look around, snap (in a thick southern accent), "This is NOT the happiest place on earth right NOW, y'all." LULZ. Then she snapped her crystal-crusted sunglasses over her eyes and proceeded to tell the people next to her about how trying it's been, doing this for the last four years... "but my daughter's been cheering since she was five, and I want to make sure she's in good hands!"
Anyway. So, we engaged in lots of fun and very little debauchery (lady at the restaurant, seeing Lindsey's "I'm getting married!" button (thanks, Disney!) and light-up "Bachelorette" sash: "Congratulations! But let's keep it PG! It's Disney!") and a bit of sunburning and surprisingly little alcohol (we each had A DRINK Saturday night and fell asleep, since apparently 13 hours at the Magic Kingdom and a heavy supper will do that to you).
But, just in case you think it's all love and bachelorette parties and hilarious cheerleaders in my life, you should know that I also had my flight delayed THREE HOURS, meaning that (thanks to Disney's slightly overzealous "early arrival at the airport!" policy) I spent SIX HOURS at the Orlando airport. SIGH. I tried to placate myself with a manicure (since my nails looked seriously unprofessional and I knew I wouldn't make it to Amy's for our weekly Desperate Housewives + Nail Painting Party), which turned into a comedy of errors:
1. I get my nails all pretty and painted.
2. While they are drying under little hand-fans, the manicurist steps out.
3. One hand-fan is hot and one is cold! I attempt to fix this and majorly smudge up one thumbnail.
4. I try to fix THAT and mess up my ring finger on the other hand.
5. Manicurist returns. I am for some reason AFRAID TO TELL HER what I did and very quickly try to ESCAPE without letting her SEE MY HANDS.
6. ...Profit?
Anyway, so I didn't get home till around midnight (BOO). And when I got up this morning, I was definitely not alert and ready to roll, so I called in. And vowed to grade papers all day! And... have spent about an hour and a half on that so far. Which, while not great, isn't totally terrible, right?
...right???
OK. Time to go grade papers. TTYL.TTFN! <3
*a stretch --> Stretch Armstrong --> an Armstrong (I'm not British enough for Cockney slang, so I do this instead?). Just be grateful I left it there and didn't keep going. Example: an Armstrong --> Neil Armstrong --> to the moon, Alice! --> "It's a little to the moon, don't you think?"
**("practically perfect in every way!" -->I blame Lindsey A. for having a bachelorette party, and also her friend Jess for planning it in DisneyWorld, which is where I therefore was all weekend, and also myself for being a ridiculous person.)
***If I need to explain this, then you need to watch more Arrested Development.