...or, more accurately, The Walls Are Thin and We Can Hear You.
So Anne and I just moved into our new dorm room for the school year, in a different building than the one we've been in the last three years. And there are a lot of really cool things about our room (like the sink!) but there's one tiny little drawback - the walls are suuuuuuuper thin.
And the occupants of the room next to us are either 1) really loud or 2) fostering howler monkeys for the semester.
It's kind of a new experience for us because last year we didn't have neighbors - the closest people to our room were three rooms down the hallway - and now there are about fifty other people on our floor.
So far all we've been able to understand is a whole bunch of expletives and the occasional drawn out 'WOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOO!" (hence the howler monkeys.)
Then again, Anne and I just spent the last half hour moving furniture and lofting bunk beds, so maybe turnabout's fair play.
Saturday, August 18, 2012
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Real Estate
So my family's selling my house, which sucks.
I mean, I get it. I totally understand why. And I've known it was coming for like two years now - that eventually, we would up and move. But I came home this weekend for my brother's birthday and in the car on the way here, Dad was like, "Oh, I'm painting your room tomorrow." Which I assumed meant he was going to touch up the blue-and-purple that's been there since I was twelve years old - but then he told me it was going to be white, because the realtors and potential buyers coming through 'find it hard to visualize their own colors and furniture' when the rooms are bright colors.
And then I stayed up all night crying because that sucks.
I know it's a stupid, silly thing to be upset about. Walls are just walls. But that room is mine, and it has been for eight years. It's seen me laugh, cry, dance like a maniac, pretend to be a Jedi, sing into a hairbrush, practice my imaginary swordsmanship, and torment my cat. My home is there. My memories are there. I can be a little girl again in that room. I've grown up in that room. I've loved it. And now our realtor wants to suck all the soul out of it so some stranger with no imagination can buy it.
Which makes me cry.
So today I wrote this little letter to whoever buys my house. I know they'll probably never get it. But I wish there was some way to remind the future owner that once, a little girl who never grew up lived here, and she loved and laughed and learned here, and maybe someday another little girl will feel everything I've felt for this house.
To whoever buys my house:
I hope you love it as much as I have. I'm sad that you won't get to see it as it's supposed to be seen, with the beautiful colors and the posters and photos on the walls. I'm ashamed of how it looks now, all stark and boring because some realtor decided people liked white walls. This house may be only eight years old but for those eight years, it was mine, and I hope that it keeps a little of the love and laughter that I've felt in it.
It's strange to think that it's not going to be my home anymore, after all this. It already doesn't feel like mine and I hate that. But I hope it loves you, and you love it, because a house like this deserves to be loved. Please take care of it.
Love,
Joelle.
I hope you love it as much as I have. I'm sad that you won't get to see it as it's supposed to be seen, with the beautiful colors and the posters and photos on the walls. I'm ashamed of how it looks now, all stark and boring because some realtor decided people liked white walls. This house may be only eight years old but for those eight years, it was mine, and I hope that it keeps a little of the love and laughter that I've felt in it.
It's strange to think that it's not going to be my home anymore, after all this. It already doesn't feel like mine and I hate that. But I hope it loves you, and you love it, because a house like this deserves to be loved. Please take care of it.
Love,
Joelle.
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Entophobia
I mean, there are plenty of reasons to find bugs mildly disgusting, maybe even irritating. I mean, they carry nasty diseases, they look totally gross, they fly/crawl around and make nuisances of themselves - so not liking them is completely justified.
That said, there is no good reason why I should be heart-stoppingly, pants-poopingly afraid of them.
Did I say afraid? I meant terrified. Or maybe petrified. Panic-stricken. Because somewhere in my not-rational mind, I am totally convinced that any bug I see is going to fly in my face and crawl in my eyes and eat my brain and suck out my soul and walk around in my body like that guy from Heroes.
...any exaggeration is justified by the FOUR-INCH COCKROACH I just saw in the dorm bathroom. Crawling on the wall. TOWARDS ME. WHILE I WAS ON THE TOILET.
Which is not a situation ANYONE wants to be in, much less a borderline-psychotic entophobe.
It's been thirty full minutes and I'm still shaking. And I'm convinced every little itch is a bug crawling on me, or every speck of dirt on the floor that I see out the corner of my eye is another friggin cockroach. I'm going to have nightmares for WEEKS.
And now the worst part is I ran away without killing the damn thing, so I have no idea where it could be now. Maybe it followed me. Maybe it's hiding in my bed. Maybe it's waiting for me to fall asleep so it can lay eggs in my toenails and spawn a race of toe-fungus-cockroach-mutant-Nazis.
Hey, it could happen.
I'M NEVER PEEING IN A DORM BATHROOM AGAIN.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Girl-isms
Okay, gentlemen. I know girls seem like another race to you. (Hell, we are.) And I know half the things we say don't make any sense. But I like to think that I fit in somewhere between 'female friend' and 'bro'. So I'm gonna help you out a little bit and translate a few girl-isms into language that I'm fairly sure guys can understand.
Oh, by the way, SEXISM ALERT. (FYI, I do consider men and women equal, but regardless of your views on the subject you have to admit that we think differently.) BROAD GENERALIZATIONS AHEAD. Yes, there are exceptions. But whatever.
1) She says: "How does this look?" (In reference to a piece of clothing.)
Alternate phrasing: "Does this make me look fat?" or "Which dress do you like better?"
What she wants to hear: "You look great in anything!" or "It looks awesome!"
In other words, she's fishing for compliments here. Very rarely will a girl actually ask a guy's advice for fashion help (unless he's gay or metrosexual.) If you are straight, and a girl asks you this, REGARDLESS OF WHETHER YOU ARE DATING OR NOT, she's looking to be complimented.
What you should say/do: Point wordlessly at the closest other girl. If she questions it, say, "Ask her" or "I don't know" or "I'm the wrong person to ask." UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES SHOULD YOU ACTUALLY GIVE A STRAIGHT ANSWER. You have been warned.
2) You are at a dance or other social function. She asks: "Why aren't you dancing?"
Alternate phrasing: "You look lonely," "Everyone's over here," or "Come join us!"
What she means: "Ask me to dance, dammit" or "Quit being antisocial". Girls (in general) are all about the social scene and if you're her date, you're probably expected to do more than just sit and eat and avoid crowds (even though you really want to. Trust me, I know.) If she resorts to a question that you suspect might be a dreaded TRICK question, it's a clue that she's unhappy, not just concerned about YOUR social-ness. It's more likely that she wants attention.
What you should say/do: In 95% of these situations, I would say give in. You're not going to win this one. Ask her to dance, or go socialize with her friends. Even if she pretends like she doesn't want to dance, she probably still does and is just waiting for you to ask her anyway. YES, every once in a while you'll run into that girl who thinks social functions are just as dumb as you do, and she'd rather go ride escalators or set the fake scenery on fire. But it's fairly safe to assume she's not one of those girls.
3) She says: "I missed you yesterday."
Alternate phrasing: "I feel like I never see you," or "It's been a while."
(Side note: this applies to girlfriends only and not girl-friends/female friends.)
What she means: "I feel like I am not getting to spend enough time with you and I feel excluded/ignored/unloved in this relationship."
Sometimes, the girlfriend who pulls this card is the freakazoidal-clingy type. But I see a lot of guys use the word 'clingy' too often in situations where it doesn't apply.
Here's a rule-of-thumb. A girl who wants to see you more often is NOT clingy, she just genuinely likes/loves you. This type of girl will usually phrase her concerns like "I miss you" or "I feel like I never see you."
A girl DESERVING of the title clingy will sound much more passive-aggressive about it. Instead of "I miss you," she might bring up people that she thinks you hang out with more than her. She will get snippy about you hanging out with other girls, even if you don't flirt with them. Sometimes she will even get jealous of your bromance. This type of girl is the one you want to be careful about.
What you should say/do: If you honestly can't tell which type of girl you're dealing with, ask another girl. NOT YOUR GUY-FRIENDS, NOT YOUR BROMANCE. ASK A GIRL. Heck, ask me. Once you're sure you've got Genuine and not Clingy, make an effort to see her more. If you can't see her, at least text her. When you're busy, TELL her that, and explain that it doesn't mean you don't like her or want to spend time with her. Then make sure you actually do what you've said you'd do. Don't back out on dates, and don't make up conflicts. Be honest.
If you've got Clingy and not Genuine, well, God be with you. Maybe I'll do a 'How Not to Break Up With Your Girlfriend/Boyfriend' post some other time.
4) She says: "Oh, (insert other friend's name here) is coming too?"
Alternate phrasing: "I didn't know you invited him" or "I thought it would just be the two of us."
Try to avoid this one at all costs. In other words, don't invite your guy friends to a date, even if it's something laid-back like going to a movie or bowling or something like that. When you make plans, be sure to be clear about whether it's a Group Hangout or a Date. Set it in stone from the get-go. That way you don't get in trouble accidentally inviting people to something you thought was a Group Hangout and she thought was a Date.
In the event of a miscommunication (e.g. if she actually says something about it) be honest. Say, "I didn't realize it was a date" or "I didn't know you wanted it to be just you and me." Follow it up with an apology, even if you're not sure if you were in the wrong. It's better to apologize when she doesn't expect it than to not apologize when she does. If you feel comfortable cancelling on whomever you invited, then do it; if not (and I totally understand) then make separate plans for some other time when you can actually have your Date.
Okay. It's now 1:09 AM, and I've run out of girl-isms for now, but I'm sure I'll think of more later, so expect a Girl-isms Part II or something in the (maybe) near future. I hope these help, and if they didn't, well, I hope they at least amused. :) 'Cause that's why I'm here.
Oh, by the way, SEXISM ALERT. (FYI, I do consider men and women equal, but regardless of your views on the subject you have to admit that we think differently.) BROAD GENERALIZATIONS AHEAD. Yes, there are exceptions. But whatever.
1) She says: "How does this look?" (In reference to a piece of clothing.)
Alternate phrasing: "Does this make me look fat?" or "Which dress do you like better?"
What she wants to hear: "You look great in anything!" or "It looks awesome!"
In other words, she's fishing for compliments here. Very rarely will a girl actually ask a guy's advice for fashion help (unless he's gay or metrosexual.) If you are straight, and a girl asks you this, REGARDLESS OF WHETHER YOU ARE DATING OR NOT, she's looking to be complimented.
What you should say/do: Point wordlessly at the closest other girl. If she questions it, say, "Ask her" or "I don't know" or "I'm the wrong person to ask." UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES SHOULD YOU ACTUALLY GIVE A STRAIGHT ANSWER. You have been warned.
2) You are at a dance or other social function. She asks: "Why aren't you dancing?"
Alternate phrasing: "You look lonely," "Everyone's over here," or "Come join us!"
What she means: "Ask me to dance, dammit" or "Quit being antisocial". Girls (in general) are all about the social scene and if you're her date, you're probably expected to do more than just sit and eat and avoid crowds (even though you really want to. Trust me, I know.) If she resorts to a question that you suspect might be a dreaded TRICK question, it's a clue that she's unhappy, not just concerned about YOUR social-ness. It's more likely that she wants attention.
What you should say/do: In 95% of these situations, I would say give in. You're not going to win this one. Ask her to dance, or go socialize with her friends. Even if she pretends like she doesn't want to dance, she probably still does and is just waiting for you to ask her anyway. YES, every once in a while you'll run into that girl who thinks social functions are just as dumb as you do, and she'd rather go ride escalators or set the fake scenery on fire. But it's fairly safe to assume she's not one of those girls.
3) She says: "I missed you yesterday."
Alternate phrasing: "I feel like I never see you," or "It's been a while."
(Side note: this applies to girlfriends only and not girl-friends/female friends.)
What she means: "I feel like I am not getting to spend enough time with you and I feel excluded/ignored/unloved in this relationship."
Sometimes, the girlfriend who pulls this card is the freakazoidal-clingy type. But I see a lot of guys use the word 'clingy' too often in situations where it doesn't apply.
Here's a rule-of-thumb. A girl who wants to see you more often is NOT clingy, she just genuinely likes/loves you. This type of girl will usually phrase her concerns like "I miss you" or "I feel like I never see you."
A girl DESERVING of the title clingy will sound much more passive-aggressive about it. Instead of "I miss you," she might bring up people that she thinks you hang out with more than her. She will get snippy about you hanging out with other girls, even if you don't flirt with them. Sometimes she will even get jealous of your bromance. This type of girl is the one you want to be careful about.
What you should say/do: If you honestly can't tell which type of girl you're dealing with, ask another girl. NOT YOUR GUY-FRIENDS, NOT YOUR BROMANCE. ASK A GIRL. Heck, ask me. Once you're sure you've got Genuine and not Clingy, make an effort to see her more. If you can't see her, at least text her. When you're busy, TELL her that, and explain that it doesn't mean you don't like her or want to spend time with her. Then make sure you actually do what you've said you'd do. Don't back out on dates, and don't make up conflicts. Be honest.
If you've got Clingy and not Genuine, well, God be with you. Maybe I'll do a 'How Not to Break Up With Your Girlfriend/Boyfriend' post some other time.
4) She says: "Oh, (insert other friend's name here) is coming too?"
Alternate phrasing: "I didn't know you invited him" or "I thought it would just be the two of us."
Try to avoid this one at all costs. In other words, don't invite your guy friends to a date, even if it's something laid-back like going to a movie or bowling or something like that. When you make plans, be sure to be clear about whether it's a Group Hangout or a Date. Set it in stone from the get-go. That way you don't get in trouble accidentally inviting people to something you thought was a Group Hangout and she thought was a Date.
In the event of a miscommunication (e.g. if she actually says something about it) be honest. Say, "I didn't realize it was a date" or "I didn't know you wanted it to be just you and me." Follow it up with an apology, even if you're not sure if you were in the wrong. It's better to apologize when she doesn't expect it than to not apologize when she does. If you feel comfortable cancelling on whomever you invited, then do it; if not (and I totally understand) then make separate plans for some other time when you can actually have your Date.
Okay. It's now 1:09 AM, and I've run out of girl-isms for now, but I'm sure I'll think of more later, so expect a Girl-isms Part II or something in the (maybe) near future. I hope these help, and if they didn't, well, I hope they at least amused. :) 'Cause that's why I'm here.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Irresponsibility
So it turns out my paper isn't due till midnight tomorrow. Which means I don't feel bad about writing a blog post instead of working on it. Hey, I cranked out three pages tonight. I'd call that progress.
Anyway, I'm in Kansas for a family funeral today, which sucks. (The funeral, not Kansas. Kansas is actually rather nice.) It's cool, though, that I saw family that I don't ordinarily get to see, because we're a huge family and we live all over the world (literally.) Especially since most of my cousins are older than me, which means most of them are married and having ADORABLE children.
(Side note: I love kids. Kids are awesome. I'm going to have five thousand of them. Probably.)
It also means that all the aunts and uncles were comparing the current toddlers to various family members when they were little. There was this big family picture at the memorial service of the last time the whole family was together - which we figured must have been taken 14 or 15 years ago. My cousin Peter is in it, who I don't remember because he died when I was too young to really know him. And my brother is just two or three, sitting on my grandpa's lap with this look of 'I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE AND ALL YOU PEOPLE SUCK.'
It's definitely a nineties photo because my dad is still rocking his full beard, and my mom's shirt had shoulder pads in it (wow) and my Aunt Jodi has some seriously bad glasses going on (you know, the kind that probably double as shop safety glasses.) And there's Joelle, over on the side of the picture in a plaid dress (dress!) and tights, posing like a friggin' supermodel. Yes. Posing. Mom tells me every time the photographer snapped a new picture I struck a different pose. Keep in mind I was maybe five at the time, and already a complete diva.
I can't figure out how to get that picture on here, but here's a similar one I'm sure you'll like:
Elementary school. We'd just done 'A Midsummer Night's Dream.' I was the fairy queen. Yeah.
Wanna guess which one Joelle is? (If you guessed the one with ramrod-straight posture and the flower tiara, you guessed correctly.) Good Lord. I guess I really was born that way. Once a diva, always a diva.
Anyway, I'm in Kansas for a family funeral today, which sucks. (The funeral, not Kansas. Kansas is actually rather nice.) It's cool, though, that I saw family that I don't ordinarily get to see, because we're a huge family and we live all over the world (literally.) Especially since most of my cousins are older than me, which means most of them are married and having ADORABLE children.
(Side note: I love kids. Kids are awesome. I'm going to have five thousand of them. Probably.)
It also means that all the aunts and uncles were comparing the current toddlers to various family members when they were little. There was this big family picture at the memorial service of the last time the whole family was together - which we figured must have been taken 14 or 15 years ago. My cousin Peter is in it, who I don't remember because he died when I was too young to really know him. And my brother is just two or three, sitting on my grandpa's lap with this look of 'I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE AND ALL YOU PEOPLE SUCK.'
It's definitely a nineties photo because my dad is still rocking his full beard, and my mom's shirt had shoulder pads in it (wow) and my Aunt Jodi has some seriously bad glasses going on (you know, the kind that probably double as shop safety glasses.) And there's Joelle, over on the side of the picture in a plaid dress (dress!) and tights, posing like a friggin' supermodel. Yes. Posing. Mom tells me every time the photographer snapped a new picture I struck a different pose. Keep in mind I was maybe five at the time, and already a complete diva.
I can't figure out how to get that picture on here, but here's a similar one I'm sure you'll like:
Elementary school. We'd just done 'A Midsummer Night's Dream.' I was the fairy queen. Yeah.
Wanna guess which one Joelle is? (If you guessed the one with ramrod-straight posture and the flower tiara, you guessed correctly.) Good Lord. I guess I really was born that way. Once a diva, always a diva.
Monday, November 28, 2011
8 Things To Do When You Know You Should Be Sleeping
1) Update your blog that you haven't touched in months. Because, you know, all ten of your followers are hanging on your every last word. Who knows, maybe they even have a psychological addiction to your posts and were suffering extreme withdrawal from your lack of motivation. (Does that make you an enabler? Why am I writing in second person? Who even knows?)
2) Play the same level 20 times in Fire Emblem just to see if there's any possible way to win in less than four turns. Because there's no kill like overkill, and there's no overkill like SUPERMEGAWICKEDAWESOMEOVERKILL.
3) Invent words like SUPERMEGAWICKEDAWESOMEOVERKILL and laugh in your spellcheck's face as it futilely tries to stand against you.
4) Ponder the meaning of the word 'surreptitiously' and why you're the only one that seems to know what it means. Then again, maybe you should just stick to less-than-five-syllable-words. For your own sake.
5) Google the symptoms of caffeine withdrawal. (Incidentally, no, I don't believe I have it.)
6) Read the Facebook post that you and your friends spent two hours commenting on for a grand total of 272 comments (and counting!)
7) Ignore the fact that your clothes still haven't been put away and probably won't be at all - because the life of a college kid is grand indeed. (When my clothes are all wrinkly this week, hey, at least you know they're clean.)
8) Wonder how complicated it would be to sew (yes, you heard me say that) a pocket into the dress you're wearing because not having your phone on you is really frustrating. Not to mention - your friends and family are all irritated/confused/panicking because you haven't answered any texts in the past two hours.
9) Think about who decided that 'panicking' is spelled with a 'k'. Then realize it looks really silly without the k. Look! PANICING. Weeeeeeird.
10) Pull your hair out over being four episodes behind in The Walking Dead and rage at your friends for posting spoilers on Facebook. (I'm looking at YOU, Nolan. Who I never talk to anyway. In fact, I'm not sure I even know what you look like.)
11) Comb your Facebook friends list and eliminate people who you can't pick out of a crowd.
12) Realize the title of this post is still '8 Things' even though you have 12 right now. Resolve to not care.
13) Spend ten minutes frantically looking for your favorite ring before remembering that you already took it off and it's safely in its box.
14) Spend an additional ten minutes looking for your antibiotic eyedrops because your sty still hurts. Do your best to keep your head from exploding when you find it in your jewelry box, next to the ring you JUST SAW.
15) Try to convince yourself to clean your room. Fail.
16) Fight a losing battle with the foam pad slipping off your mattress.
17) Resolve to just pay the frickin' iTunes money to watch a few episodes of The Walking Dead. Spend the next hour practicing your poker face so your friends don't think you watched it without them.
18) Hope to God your friends aren't reading this blog.
19) Realize that it's been so long since you updated that they probably forgot it exists.
20) Congratulate yourself on finishing an entire musical! (P.S., I'm awesome.)
21) Send your Dungeon Master hateful texts for canceling Dungeons and Dragons tonight and becoming the cause of your boredom.
22) Google symptoms of insomnia.
23) Realize that was kinda stupid, as INSOMNIA is a symptom in and of itself. Uhduh.
24) Run out of things to add to your list.
25) Give up entirely. G'night everyone.
2) Play the same level 20 times in Fire Emblem just to see if there's any possible way to win in less than four turns. Because there's no kill like overkill, and there's no overkill like SUPERMEGAWICKEDAWESOMEOVERKILL.
3) Invent words like SUPERMEGAWICKEDAWESOMEOVERKILL and laugh in your spellcheck's face as it futilely tries to stand against you.
4) Ponder the meaning of the word 'surreptitiously' and why you're the only one that seems to know what it means. Then again, maybe you should just stick to less-than-five-syllable-words. For your own sake.
5) Google the symptoms of caffeine withdrawal. (Incidentally, no, I don't believe I have it.)
6) Read the Facebook post that you and your friends spent two hours commenting on for a grand total of 272 comments (and counting!)
7) Ignore the fact that your clothes still haven't been put away and probably won't be at all - because the life of a college kid is grand indeed. (When my clothes are all wrinkly this week, hey, at least you know they're clean.)
8) Wonder how complicated it would be to sew (yes, you heard me say that) a pocket into the dress you're wearing because not having your phone on you is really frustrating. Not to mention - your friends and family are all irritated/confused/panicking because you haven't answered any texts in the past two hours.
9) Think about who decided that 'panicking' is spelled with a 'k'. Then realize it looks really silly without the k. Look! PANICING. Weeeeeeird.
10) Pull your hair out over being four episodes behind in The Walking Dead and rage at your friends for posting spoilers on Facebook. (I'm looking at YOU, Nolan. Who I never talk to anyway. In fact, I'm not sure I even know what you look like.)
11) Comb your Facebook friends list and eliminate people who you can't pick out of a crowd.
12) Realize the title of this post is still '8 Things' even though you have 12 right now. Resolve to not care.
13) Spend ten minutes frantically looking for your favorite ring before remembering that you already took it off and it's safely in its box.
14) Spend an additional ten minutes looking for your antibiotic eyedrops because your sty still hurts. Do your best to keep your head from exploding when you find it in your jewelry box, next to the ring you JUST SAW.
15) Try to convince yourself to clean your room. Fail.
16) Fight a losing battle with the foam pad slipping off your mattress.
17) Resolve to just pay the frickin' iTunes money to watch a few episodes of The Walking Dead. Spend the next hour practicing your poker face so your friends don't think you watched it without them.
18) Hope to God your friends aren't reading this blog.
19) Realize that it's been so long since you updated that they probably forgot it exists.
20) Congratulate yourself on finishing an entire musical! (P.S., I'm awesome.)
21) Send your Dungeon Master hateful texts for canceling Dungeons and Dragons tonight and becoming the cause of your boredom.
22) Google symptoms of insomnia.
23) Realize that was kinda stupid, as INSOMNIA is a symptom in and of itself. Uhduh.
24) Run out of things to add to your list.
25) Give up entirely. G'night everyone.
Friday, July 15, 2011
Why I Prefer To Hang Out With Guys
So I'm nannying this summer for a pair of sisters, 12 and 10 years old. And I consider myself a good babysitter/nanny, but I'm really much better at watching boys (because entertaining them takes no more effort than playing video games.) And since they were involved in the musical I was recently in, we've mostly just been at rehearsals until this week.
This week since we had nothing really to do, they planned a whole bunch of adventures for us, which looked pretty awesome from the get-go. Tuesday and Wednesday were a massive movie marathon, including but not limited to the first three Harry Potter movies. Thursday we went to the Children's Museum (yay!) and Friday (today) was movie theater day.
Now, all of these things sounded awesome until they actually happened.
Thursday we went to the Children's Museum as planned, and even though I hadn't been there in like eight years, they still had some stuff I remembered as TOTALLY AWESOME. Like the ScienceWorks exhibit with all the Rube Goldberg machines and the water tables and the bigass jungle gym/ building set. My FAVORITE PART. In which the girls spent (maybe) twenty minutes. -rage- No, the majority of our time was spent in the BARBIE EXHIBIT. Where we did hair. And makeup. And walked in a fashion show. And designed DRESSES.
Gross.
Anyway, I survived that, assuming that today (Friday) would be FRIGGIN AWESOME because we were going to the movies and HARRY POTTER CAME OUT TODAY! w00t! And so the girls looked up movie times and ticket prices and announced that we'd be going to Georgetown Cinemas in Indy to see...
Monte Carlo.
Me: O_o
Yeah. Opening day of HP7Part2. We'd been watching Harry Potter movies ALL WEEK. But nooooooooooo. We had to see a dumb SELENA GOMEZ movie. Which actually turned out to be not that bad. But that's not the point! The point is I HAVEN'T SEEN HARRY POTTER YET, AND IT'S BEEN OUT FOR EIGHTEEN WHOLE HOURS!
-pants-
Anyway. I digress. Don't forget to be awesome. :)
This week since we had nothing really to do, they planned a whole bunch of adventures for us, which looked pretty awesome from the get-go. Tuesday and Wednesday were a massive movie marathon, including but not limited to the first three Harry Potter movies. Thursday we went to the Children's Museum (yay!) and Friday (today) was movie theater day.
Now, all of these things sounded awesome until they actually happened.
Thursday we went to the Children's Museum as planned, and even though I hadn't been there in like eight years, they still had some stuff I remembered as TOTALLY AWESOME. Like the ScienceWorks exhibit with all the Rube Goldberg machines and the water tables and the bigass jungle gym/ building set. My FAVORITE PART. In which the girls spent (maybe) twenty minutes. -rage- No, the majority of our time was spent in the BARBIE EXHIBIT. Where we did hair. And makeup. And walked in a fashion show. And designed DRESSES.
Gross.
Anyway, I survived that, assuming that today (Friday) would be FRIGGIN AWESOME because we were going to the movies and HARRY POTTER CAME OUT TODAY! w00t! And so the girls looked up movie times and ticket prices and announced that we'd be going to Georgetown Cinemas in Indy to see...
Monte Carlo.
Me: O_o
Yeah. Opening day of HP7Part2. We'd been watching Harry Potter movies ALL WEEK. But nooooooooooo. We had to see a dumb SELENA GOMEZ movie. Which actually turned out to be not that bad. But that's not the point! The point is I HAVEN'T SEEN HARRY POTTER YET, AND IT'S BEEN OUT FOR EIGHTEEN WHOLE HOURS!
-pants-
Anyway. I digress. Don't forget to be awesome. :)
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