I'm not really sure what I should say about college. I guess I had some sort of idea of what it'd be like, but of course they were totally freely based on complete crap.
Yeah there's been a lot of mud, leeches, streaking, shirt removal, phone calls, craziness, and laughter. Oh, and the awkwardness. Can't forget that.
It's preeettty awesome.
If the highlight so far hasn't been the time it took my canoe group 7 hours to portage 3 miles over a dry bed, then it was seeing one of my trip leaders who lives across the hall from me go running completely naked across the entire class of 2010 with like 20 other upperclassmen. Shwet.
Yeah, I'll admit I do it sometimes. Whatever. It's not like I'm doing it out in the open or something. Besides, if God wanted us to always be wearing clothes, don't you think we'd be born wearing them?
There's a new guy at Marshall's. And he's cute. Figures since I'm leaving soon.
My brother came home yesterday and we spent the day at the mall and then went and saw the second Pirates of the Caribbean which isn’t as good as I hoped. There were some parts that really rocked and were really well done. I dunno, it was sort of all over the place.
My sister's home sick from her vaulting camp but if she feels better tomorrow than I guess she'll go back.
Doesn't it seem like when you have to pack because you're leaving early the next day you find every other thing to do except the packing?
There's an empty suitcase lying the in the middle of my room, on it's back like some poor animal that was shot and here I am updating my LJ. I've taken a shower, cleaned my room a little, shaved my legs, done some sit ups, danced around, IMed random people, gotten a glass of water, checked my email, played Hearts, Spider Solitaire, and fallen over the suitcase (twice).
I've run out of creative ways to procrastinate so I think I need to go pack. Damn.
Except I now know I'm going to be in triple with a girl from Colorado and a girl from Minnesota.
And I'm finally 18... not that I've really taken advantage of that yet.
And I'm leaving again. This time for white upper class tennis playing people land. Oh wait? How did THAT come out? I really meant West Chop, Martha's Vineyard.
My mom's just asked me if I'd like some chicken salad and my dad who's trying to fix the attic fan goes "What? I can't really hear you, so you'll just have to ask me later."
I'm alone with my parents. Post-Monday I shall be alone with my parents, and my grandparents, in the middle of snobby crapfaces.
I feel like such an old person. My sesamoiditis acts up so I have to take some "ic piroxicam" (what the hell is that?) and wear orthotics.
On the more brilliant side of things there's a horrendus pic of me in the paper. Ah well that is what happens when you volunteer for things. It's all a huge conspiracy for pissing on your face with bad pics.
Lovely summer yes? I think I'm going crazy... and turning into a walnut.
Work 24/7. No Joke. I worked on Friday and tonight and I'm working tomorrow and Monday.
FOUR DAYS OF MARSHALLS STRAIGHT IS TOO MUCH MARSHALLS!!!!
At least I'll be 18 in a week from tomorrow. Oh wait, that mans I don't get to lave at 10pm does it? Damn. But I'll also be in Michigan soon too, yay!
Tonight I was talking to Jen but she was a little bit aways and this lady thought I was talking to myself and went over and asked Jen and was like "Is she talking to you?" and then she laughed. Jen and I were more or less like "Ok you crazy Marshall's customer."
My cousin just got married! The wedding ceremony was really nice, and totally not traditional. My cousin (Isabel) is a nice Christian American, her (now) husband (Daniel pronounced Danielle, so European) is a nice Jewish French/Italian/Romanian/Russian. There was a rabbi and a priest and people got up for impromptu talks about the bride and groom and my very large and expansive family on my dad's side was there.
This would include Charlie, my devastatingly hot second cousin who lives in the Caribbean. Of course saying that's a bit awkward, so I try to remember him as the dork I went swimming with last year. Of course I was helped along because he was clearly close with the "other Dennisons" (which really means my four cousin boys who have given the entire Dennison cousins the name of "rowdy" as other guests who were friends felt free to remark on) and was drinking up a storm.
But I cannot entirely blame him as there was an open bar and pretty much everyone there was somewhat drunk. My grandfather was probably the first one to get drunk and had a nice rum and coke during the family picture afterwards. He yelled at the photographer when he tried to take it away.
I spent most of the night talking to my cousin Stephanie who now lives in DC and has lived in more places than I've probably visited (Rhode Island, DC, France, Panama). I also met a TON of other people and remembered only some of their names. Like I sat near a guy Kyle who played the guitar. We talked a bit and he was really nice. I think he was hitting on me, but I think he was a bit put off when he heard I was going to be a froshy mcfrosh frosh in college next year.
There were people from all over the world at the wedding. No joke. Daniel brought his family over from Europe (mainly Italy and France) and then there were guests from Switzerland, Canada (haha), Australia, India, all over the US, and definitely people from way more places than that but I'm a bit tired now.
Once again I was the only one of my siblings to attend, awesome.
I got raspberry sorbet on my dress right before we left. But I think I got it out.
Today I went to the dumptransfer station with my mom. As I dropped off numerous bags of empty jewel cases, the result of my dad cleaning out the closet in his study, I found this book among few others on the lone bookshelf in the swap shop.
Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson
I've read nearly three-quarters of it by now and will probably finish it tonight. It's not very long, and definitely a page-turner. I would highly recommend it. She has a very different style of writing. It's a first person narrative of a girl her freshmen year of high school, and she has absolutely no friends. I can't wait to find out how things end for her.
Other than that, summer's summer. I do nothing and I'm waiting until July to begin for my life to be the complete opposite of now and full of too many things to do. Unless my feet decide to keep being idiots and not working properly. Then no diving, and my summer will sadly be wanting of something more.
Hillary rocks. Like I freakin love this girl. All I have to do is talk to her for maybe 2 seconds online, and it can be about anything that's totally random like us being tomatoes, or bronzed banana beauties, or sexy lovers, and it makes my day 10 times better! Really she just says things and I want to hug her.
How am I expected to leave this all in two months? I hate realizing that I'm actually going to miss so many people next year. It makes my whole "I hate New England I need to get the hell out of here" so less effective.
tired
procrastinatory (?)
sad