Leaving on a jet plane.

I’m terrible. I know. I’m really, really sorry.

Summer has started, kind of. I’ve been cleaning, working a lot, house-sitting, watching lots of movies… And Monday I’m going to the beach, finally. I’m planning to take my camera with me, so in theory there’ll be a photo blog post when I return.

I am really, really, really (I can not stress this enough), really looking forward to a vacation. My family and I are going to my favorite place ever for a whole week, and I so need it. More on that either during the vacation or when I get back.

In other news, I passed last semester. Let’s leave it at that, please and thank you.

Spring Break: Play-by-Play

Well, that was not much of a spring break. I still didn’t get a day to sleep in as late as I could. It’s sad, really; sleep and I used to be such close friends.

Because a lot happened last week, I’m going to condense a lot of smaller post into one long bulleted one. It’s just more efficient.

• Sister is okay. She had surgery last Monday to have her tonsils removed. While the procedure went well, the following week was horrid at best. She’s finally gone 24 hours now without throwing up, and she looks much better tonight. She’s talking and even eating a little bit, so we’re pretty sure she’s on the mend now. Thank God for that; she had me worried.
• Holy Week is over! Holy Week is one of the busiest times of the year for the church, and it is finally over for a whole nother year. In case I haven’t explained it before, I am a secretary at a church. I am also the daughter of the Director of Christian Education at said church. This means that I spend a great deal of time at the church, either for my own job or to help my mother out. Considering Mom had to stay home with Sister all last week… last week was a lot of work, which is now over. Yeees.
• Spent what time I could with the Boys. I love them. They make my life that much better.
• I got… an interesting text message Monday morning. That is a blog for another time; the story is too long to post here, especially since I was a great bonehead and accidentally deleted the messages, so I can’t post exact quotes. Bad blogger, I know. I’m sorry.
• Dante and I work well together in the kitchen. We learned this Tuesday night when we made my mother’s stuffed meatloaf. I know the standard response to “meatloaf” is a grimace and a slow retreat, but I swear this is the best meatloaf ever concocted. It’s stuffed with ham and cheese, and it’s brilliant. I’ll think about posting the recipe one of these days. Maybe. At any rate, we made it from the recipe as Mom dictated over the phone, and, aside from being a bit sloppy-looking, it was really pretty good. I was just a little proud.

There was, of course, much more, but it is very late, and I am one tired girl. Had rehearsals tonight for The Vagina Monologues. It will all be over Saturday night, thank God. Still more on that later… Right now, sleep.

There are no strikes in NaBloPoMo.

Okay, does it count if it feels like 11:40? I’m still getting over losing an hour! Have mercy!

…I’m guessing it doesn’t, and so by day 11 I have failed NaBloPoMo. Disappointed though I am… nothing could have been done today. Work was busy, and from work I was in a mad dash to go home, shower, straighten my hair, tutor my Pupil, get to school, meet with my group for Advertising, go to play rehearsals… After rehearsals, I met up with the Boychik and we took a good walk around part of the campus, which was nice, since we didn’t hang out this weekend. By all rights, I need to distance myself from him. I know this. In my head, I know it. Blah.

I will have to blog about that later. Right now, I need to get some sleep, because tomorrow I get to wake up early and do another mad dash. Lately, I’m having to use the little notebook I carry in my back pocket to manage a daily to-do list/schedule just to be sure I get to everything. It’s remarkably helpful. Generally, I use it to write basic reminders to myself, dates I need to remember, writing ideas, funny quotes… now it’s becoming an outright planner. The poor dear.

Fluff Post! Becoming Jane.

This afternoon, I’m watching Becoming Jane. I have come to a number of conclusions, all of them related and none of them particularly new

• I love Pride and Prejudice. Deeply and passionately. I adore it, and I need to thank Mrs. Leake for assigning it.
• James McAvoy is, without a doubt, one of the most attractive men, like, ever.
• Mr. Darcy is, without a doubt, the man of my dreams.

That is all.