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So . . . yeah. This week, like most weeks this summer, has absolutely flown by. I am not sure how I feel about this game time is playing with me. It's that old internal conflict I've written so much (and yet so little) about this summer. You know, the one where I really really really want to be in college, yet don't want to leave home and my friends.
Right now my brother has a pizza in the oven and my mom is reminding him for the fifth time in 20 minutes to turn the oven off when he's done. It's that sort of thing which annoys the heck out of me, but now that I'm 2 weeks away from moving out I realize that it's also the kind of thing I will miss at school. Sort of.
One thing I will for sure not be missing is doing laundry for my entire family. Ughughugh.
I should really start running again, to get some muscle mass back in my legs so I don't collapse on move-in day. Four flights of stairs are going to make beasts of my thighs during the school year, I am thinking. This is good as long as they don't get frighteningly big, like short-track speedskaters' thighs. Because those are really intimidating.
Yesterday I ordered some books for my tutorial: Seamus Heaney's translation of Beowulf (with both the original Old English and the translation) and the Earliest English Poems. Exciting!!
Aaaand to further excitementify my life, I will proclaim that the Garden State soundtrack is quite tasty. And now to finish Good Omens, which I've been working on for over a year now.
Right now my brother has a pizza in the oven and my mom is reminding him for the fifth time in 20 minutes to turn the oven off when he's done. It's that sort of thing which annoys the heck out of me, but now that I'm 2 weeks away from moving out I realize that it's also the kind of thing I will miss at school. Sort of.
One thing I will for sure not be missing is doing laundry for my entire family. Ughughugh.
I should really start running again, to get some muscle mass back in my legs so I don't collapse on move-in day. Four flights of stairs are going to make beasts of my thighs during the school year, I am thinking. This is good as long as they don't get frighteningly big, like short-track speedskaters' thighs. Because those are really intimidating.
Yesterday I ordered some books for my tutorial: Seamus Heaney's translation of Beowulf (with both the original Old English and the translation) and the Earliest English Poems. Exciting!!
Aaaand to further excitementify my life, I will proclaim that the Garden State soundtrack is quite tasty. And now to finish Good Omens, which I've been working on for over a year now.
