Summer reading
So I went to the library today, which for me is almost as good as having a sex dream. ...Yes, I am a bibliophile, moving on. Anyways, in addition to getting a few chick flicks (28 dresses, Stardust) I got books! They had this volume of Hannah Arendt and Heidiggers letters that I'd been ogling on amazon AND Anthony Trollope. Trollope is this 19th century British author that my favorite blogger goes crazy over everytime she discovers one of is books in a used book store. I already read the first few pages and he is like a male Jane Austen. *bounce*
So after I catch up on email and finally buy myself a pair of sandals that is what I shall be doing today-reading Anthony Trollope.
I am going to LA to visit a boy. He thinks I'm coming in July but really his mother and I have been plotting and I am surprising him on the 11th for his half birthday blow out. At first I was like omg, his MOTHER is emailing me but she is an absolute sweet heart and we've been emailing back and forth, scheming on the best way to give him a heart attack. Thus the need for sandals. And possibly a pair of shorts. I hate shorts. Skirts it is.
So after I catch up on email and finally buy myself a pair of sandals that is what I shall be doing today-reading Anthony Trollope.
I am going to LA to visit a boy. He thinks I'm coming in July but really his mother and I have been plotting and I am surprising him on the 11th for his half birthday blow out. At first I was like omg, his MOTHER is emailing me but she is an absolute sweet heart and we've been emailing back and forth, scheming on the best way to give him a heart attack. Thus the need for sandals. And possibly a pair of shorts. I hate shorts. Skirts it is.