sickly!
I finished another book, The Second Summer of the Sisterhood. I know. I know. I sold my soul and read a book closely tied to the Alloy company, which has to be the downfall of something big. Next thing you know, I'll be writing about the Gossip Girl books.
(The point is that missing friends made me read the book. Over vacation is when we watched the movie together--which would have been horrible if I weren't watching it with them.
It is weird to think about being so far away and not knowing when I'll see certainpeople again--it is also very odd to me that I won't be seeing the same @ people that have always been a part of my @ experience. So many people to meet!)
It wasn't bad. Not too dreadful--well, the writing was, but the story itself was not.
I was talking to someone yesterday at work about how upsetting American literature is right now. Really, the most popular things you cannot call literature. Although, I suppose I can't judge too much because there is something in me that becomes a snob and refuses to read something once it flies off the shelves too quickly.
The Kurt Vonnegut book is on the shelf waiting for me to read it, but instead I watched Derailed and was, yet again, captured by the raw manliness of Clive Owen. Can't say I liked the movie all that much though.
I am about to get up and "clean" my room--in other words, pick all the clothes off the floor, wash what needs to be washed, set things aside to be "dry-cleaned" and start putting them in that massive suitcase.
Time is going by so much quicker and Erica's entries about Rome are just pumping me up that much more.
It's getting hard to contain the excitement. I pull out the maps at work and point, then go, THIS IS WHERE I'LL BE!!! and get dirty looks from coworkers.
I will try to not bring too many pairs of shoes. I swear.
My cold is finally going away. Week after week, it has been something else. I haven't been to the doctor this often in years. Good news--I am completely immune to the mumps. I got new glasses (will look into perhaps getting more contacts).
Less than TWO WEEKS! Who would have thought that I'd be moving back to Ireland after planning such a short trip there?
Ahh, so much trouble to be had! (Although, no more surprise meetings with the garda for me. 'K, thanks!)
(The point is that missing friends made me read the book. Over vacation is when we watched the movie together--which would have been horrible if I weren't watching it with them.
It is weird to think about being so far away and not knowing when I'll see certainpeople again--it is also very odd to me that I won't be seeing the same @ people that have always been a part of my @ experience. So many people to meet!)
It wasn't bad. Not too dreadful--well, the writing was, but the story itself was not.
I was talking to someone yesterday at work about how upsetting American literature is right now. Really, the most popular things you cannot call literature. Although, I suppose I can't judge too much because there is something in me that becomes a snob and refuses to read something once it flies off the shelves too quickly.
The Kurt Vonnegut book is on the shelf waiting for me to read it, but instead I watched Derailed and was, yet again, captured by the raw manliness of Clive Owen. Can't say I liked the movie all that much though.
I am about to get up and "clean" my room--in other words, pick all the clothes off the floor, wash what needs to be washed, set things aside to be "dry-cleaned" and start putting them in that massive suitcase.
Time is going by so much quicker and Erica's entries about Rome are just pumping me up that much more.
It's getting hard to contain the excitement. I pull out the maps at work and point, then go, THIS IS WHERE I'LL BE!!! and get dirty looks from coworkers.
I will try to not bring too many pairs of shoes. I swear.
My cold is finally going away. Week after week, it has been something else. I haven't been to the doctor this often in years. Good news--I am completely immune to the mumps. I got new glasses (will look into perhaps getting more contacts).
Less than TWO WEEKS! Who would have thought that I'd be moving back to Ireland after planning such a short trip there?
Ahh, so much trouble to be had! (Although, no more surprise meetings with the garda for me. 'K, thanks!)
1 Comments:
fun fun fun!! it is just 11 sleeps til I move to Dublin :)
the more I read of your blog, the more I realise how incredbily similar we are in soo many ways :)
I am terribly excited...not entirely sure I can keep it together for another fortnight :)
hugs
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