Heads Will Roll

So I spent the weekend at home. I really needed it, and it was pretty great.

I caught a train at 11:17 on Friday morning, after Euro. I tried to pack light this time ^-^ On the ride, I was able to completely finish my Euro essay/sermon about Charlemagne.

It was about 2:30 when I got in, and Jesson and Mum both met me at Newark Penn Station, where we wandered around and grabbed some lunch [I don't eat breakfast on Fridays, so that was good].

After that, Jesson had a chem lab, and I was still hungry, having not really eaten when we got lunch because I was promised an awesome early dinner. Mum and I drove back home, but the car was a little broken and the back door wouldn't shut all the way, so it was beeping the whole ride home. Mum was not amused. So after we got home, we stopped at the gas station and waited there for a really long time to see if they could fix the door, and they did. And then we were off to dinner!

We drove to Pane Vino, and I sort of really love that place ♥ Mum and I talked about Drew and stuff, and I got a pretty positive reaction from her that night, which made me optimistic. This opinion she held would change by Sunday afternoon.

After dinner, we went to Borders and "made out like bandits" as the saying goes. I can't believe it's closing! That's really unfair. That whole shopping centre is gone now - first Circuit City, previously my electronics store of choice, then Linens 'N Things, for those days when you didn't feel like driving all the way up to Bed Bath and Beyond, then Old Navy, one of my favourite clothing stores [luckily there's one in the mall], and finally, Borders, one of the best stores of all time. Yeah, angry face. So I bought some really cheap movies, books, and CDs: The Producers [old one, with Gene Wilder], and Much Ado About Nothing [Kenneth Brannagh, Robert Sean Leonard]; Cyrano de Bergerac - I hope it's a good translation lol; Rocky Horror Picture Show soundtrack, and The Rite of Spring and Petrushka by Stravinsky. Also some chocolates.

Finally, that evening, I called up Vigg and Jesson and we all went to see The Wolfman, with Benicio del Toro, Anthony Hopkins, and Hugo Weaving ♥♥♥ You'd think that with a cast like that the movie would be AMAZING, and it could have been. The acting - except SPOILER ALERT Benicio's death - was phenomenal by all parties, and the story, though slowly paced, was intriguing and gripping. And then there were fight scenes. The CGI was awful and the wolf prostetics looked like Jean Cocteau's 1946 La Belle et la Bête. It's 2010 now...

Not kidding.

And then we all went to our respective homes. Upon dropping Vigg off, we made tentative plans for the next night to see a movie, but that never happened. Back home, I online scrabbled with Vigg and DavidLi until I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer.



So on Saturday I woke up at 8:15 because Mum told me she was leaving at 8:30. She didn't, but I said goodbye to her and went back to sleep. When I finally woke up again, it was about 10:30, I believe. I watched Jeopardy! recordings and I filled in a survey, and I also walked the dogs and spent some time dilly-dallying on the computer. I had a bowl of Raisin Bran for breakfast/lunch/meal, and I did some work.

Later, I called Dan, and we decided to go to a Vietnamese restaurant for dinner and then to go roller skating from 8-10. So I started asking other people if they wanted to come, too, but I didn't get many positive replies. I fed and walked the dogs, and then I went to pick Dan and Ying up, and we went. The service at the restaurant was pretty slow, and Dan said that the soup wasn't even that good. It was 9 before we got to go roller skating, but that was okay. It was amusing because Ying hadn't been in a really long time and they didn't have any blades in Dan's size so he had to get skates; watching them wobble around was SUPER FUN.

After that, we dropped Ying off and picked up Jesson. Still hungry, we went to the Golden Touch Diner. I got pancakes, Jesson got buffalo wings, and Dan got a super awesome Belgian Waffle Royale. I also had hot chocolate. Good meal!

We went back to my house and watched Sleepy Hollow, but Jesson had to leave very soon into it. Dan and I stuck out the rest of the movie, but we were very tired, and then I drove him home. I probably went right to sleep as soon as I got back. It was nice that no one was home, because I could sleep with my door open and let all the dogs in and out as they pleased. Most of them stayed on my bed the whole night, which is always adorable :3




On Sunday, Darcy kept coming in and purring and sleeping on my bed or on my stomach, but at one point Pippin growled at him and he never came back in again. When Mum got home, all the dogs left my room, and though I wanted to sleep more, I couldn't fall back asleep. I decided to take a really long, nice shower, the kind you don't get in college, and then I made the mistake of blow drying my hair. Oh, is it the eighties?

Mum and I went to Staples, where I bought such exciting things as pencil lead, rubber bands, post-it notes, and tape! And then we had brunch at the Original Pancake House, even though the line was SO LONG. The crêpes were great, as usual [not real crêpes, but still really good for whatever they are]. We then went to Marshall's to buy a small weekend bag [I'm sick of either bringing my stuff home in a large suitcase or in a plastic bag], and then we bought bubble tea at Kam Man ♥.

We had only a short bit of time at home before my train was supposed to leave at 4:25. We got to the train station early, only to find that the train was approximately 1:45 late! AAAAAH. We sat in the station for two hours before the train came in - it left at 6:24, almost exactly two hours after it was supposed.

The train ride was interesting. I was in the quiet car all by myself, and the woman in front of me's phone went off. And then it went off again and she answered it. Then some jerk came over to me and said, "This is the quiet car; cell phone use is prohibited." He wasn't a conductor or anything, just some jerk. I meekly informed him, "I'm not the one on the phone, she is," gesturing to the woman in front of me, but he didn't say anything or care. He's one of those guys who like to pick on younger people to make themselves feel good, but he wouldn't dare confront an older person like the woman in front of me. He didn't even apologise. I bet he's a high school teacher. Well, seeing as I was having a pretty bad day, I started crying, by no fault of my own; I really couldn't help it and I did all I could to stop, but not after many tears rolled down my face. I hope he saw, that jerk. In New York a bunch of people got on the train, including this woman who was sitting next to me who wouldn't stop talking to me, despite being on the quiet car, despite the fact that I was reading The Prince, and despite the fact that my headphones were in. Annoying! And she wasn't even getting off until after me. Sigh.

So my train came in at 9:30 instead of 7:30, and I waited in the cold for half an hour for a taxi to show up. What a great evening.

That same night, I also found out that my roommate is sick with a stomach bug that according to the doctor is only contagious if we're sharing cups, etc., but according to the Internet is very contagious. Which brings me to where I am today, Tuesday: I'm sitting on the couch in the common room upon which I've just slept. I've barely been in my room for two days. YAY.

Eighteen days until Spring Break.

A New Year's Story

Now is the time to be pensive. New Year’s is a time for remembering the past and thinking about the future. I spent all of my New Year’s Day looking through my old pictures from 2007 – the first picture of the year, my birthday, Anna’s and Bryan’s and Julia’s sixteenth birthdays, my trip to China, my first marching band adventures, fencing. Before I got to the China part, awful memories came flooding back, filling my mind. My sixteenth birthday marked the beginning of the rapid decline of one of my best, truest, and most comfortable friendships, and after that date, things only got worse. I found myself thrown into an inescapable depression, despite the best efforts of other, wonderful friends, and I was never able to trust or love anyone so fully in the years that followed. During that time, all I can remember is unbelievable pain and confusion. My grades were slipping and my other friends were drifting away because I could not hold on to them; all of my energy was wasted trying to imagine what I had done wrong and what I could do to at least have her talk to me again, to smile at me when she walked by, or to at least stop pretending that I was just another object in the room. Sophomore year remains a black hole for me – I can recall very little of my academics, and though I made new friends, few of them stuck. This was the year that Oh! Gravity., the sixth Switchfoot album, came out, and after this dramatic turn of events, I fell to sitting by myself and finding refuge in lines like “All of my world hanging on your lies”. I became increasingly pessimistic about everything, and I lost any value I had had for myself. My way of thinking was that, if she couldn’t like me, how could anyone else? How could I? I think I’ve made my point very clearly: to say this was the low point of my high school career would be an extreme understatement. This person broke my heart, but also my trust, self-esteem, and self-worth.

But, as I was gathering photos from my past to compile for my scrapbook, I took a trip down memory lane. I was surprised to see how many photographs were filled with friends and smiling faces, and I realise that I let everyone around me down. It’s not my job to allow silly drama get to my head; no, I am the one who helps pull those around me out of its sticky claws. Friends, some who hadn’t even known me for more than a few months, tried their hardest to cheer me up, to remind me that life goes on, but I ignored them, and I stagnated in my own cesspool of self-pity and worthlessness. There has never been another time in my life during which I had been so self-centred and blind to the kindness of those who still remained by my side. I was actually surrounded by people who cared about me, but I was too wrapped up in the insignificant opinions of one girl to even notice.

That summer, though, everything changed. I needed it to. I changed my appearance dramatically, cutting and styling my hair in a way that was so different from anything I’d ever attempted before, and I bought new, thick-rimmed glasses that made me look like an entirely different person. I didn’t feel different, though. I went to China and made amazing friends and memories. It was truly the trip of a lifetime. I joined marching band, too, and even devoted my entire summer to learning a new instrument, and I became closer with many band geeks with whom I’d already been friendly, and met even more fantastic people. I got a job and started ballroom dancing! I remembered that I had a life to live, and that I didn’t need that one person to live it – I’d survived the first thirteen years of my life without her, after all. Grades, self-esteem, and social vitality all rose from the deepest depths, when I never thought they could.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that 2007 was not as awful a year as I’ve always remembered it to be. Instead, I learned how to fight for my self-worth, how to adapt, and that I didn’t need people who were going to hurt and belittle me in my life. Three of my best friendships, Dan, Jesson, and Andrew, were all kindled during that heart-wrenching year, and it is truly a blessing and an honour to be able to have them in my life, as cheesey as that may sound. Perhaps, if the dreadful things that passed in those early months of the year hadn’t, I would never have created these three strong, life-saving bonds. And I don't hate her. Maybe I need to be thankful. Maybe I need to say, “*********, thank you for breaking my heart, because, in your attempt to hurt, confuse, belittle, and destroy me, I learned some things about myself. I learned that I have power beyond your control, and I learned how to love other people and myself, and I learned that I can survive. And that is the best gift you ever have – or ever could have – given me. Thank you.”

I know that it’s a cheesey song, but it really is a confidence booster for me when these little self-esteem nightmares, rooted in this incident, start to set in. I always remember Gloria Gaynor’s immortal I Will Survive, sung with all the gutsy confidence in the world.

First I was afraid, I was petrified / Kept thinking I could never live without you by my side / But I spent so many nights thinking how you did me wrong / and I grew strong, and I learned how to carry on.

It took all the strength I had not to fall apart / kept trying hard to mend the pieces of my broken heart / and I spent oh so many nights just feeling sorry for myself / I used to cry, but now I hold my head up high / and you see me, somebody new / I'm not that chained up little person, still in love with you

Go on now go, walk out the door / just turn around now, 'cause you're not welcome anymore / weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye / you think I'd crumble, you think I'd lay down and die / Oh no, not I / I will survive/ as long as i know how to love I know I’ll stay alive / I've got all my life to live / I've got all my love to give / And I'll survive, I will survive.

But it is 2010 now. They say that it takes at least ten years for historians to really start being able to analyse an event that would make history, because until that point, they are not removed enough from all that’s transpired. And yet, it’s almost surprising that it took me this long to really come to terms with what had happened then, which is now almost three years ago. I don’t know what to say about 2009, because it is still fresh in my memory – after all, it only ended three days ago. It was another year of great change: I turned eighteen, I dyed my hair purple, I started reading for fun consistently again, and I went to college. I made friends, I lost friends, and I grew closer to other friends, and I stopped having trouble being one hundred percent, completely me.

As for my future, I can’t say. My hopes are that I remain close with the people I’ve met this year and the people whom I’ve had to leave in this last year. I want to be able to be a best friend again. I want to continue to record my life in writing and in photographs, and I want to continue to educate myself on anything and everything. I finally feel like I have a fair balance, for the most part, and I want to keep that, and make it stronger. Those are all my hopes; of course, there are little things, like get good grades, etc., but these are the things that I consider the most important because they have been a part of my life, a part of me, in the past, and they really feel right, so I need to work hard to keep them a part of me in the future.

I hope the new year brings you peace of mind, and that you can resolve the be optimistic and try to salvage any bad situation fate may throw your way. Take it from someone who has been there, it’s better that way.

Omg College.

Oh man, I finally updated O: Lol, I've actually been working on this for a long time, as you can see, and wrote every entry on the day of the title. I didn't put it up because I hadn't compiled all the videos and pictures I'd wanted to. But now I have, and here you go! Don't hate me too bad.

Wednesday, 9 September.

Today was pretty awesome. First, I didn't have to go to my Gender & Society class. Of course, it's a shame to miss it, but I'm glad that I didn't have to wake up for it lol. My German homework that's assigned for Friday is very easy: find the weather for Friday morning in some German speaking city. I picked Vienna. If you're wondering, they're going to have a high of 74 and it will be mostly sunny.

I went to my mailbox today, too, because I was expecting a package from Mum. She was going to mail me two books. What I wasn't expecting was a BULBASAUR POSTCARD FROM SARA ♥ !!! That totally made my day, because, as awesome as the package was, I was not expecting the postcard. My package included the two books I'd asked for and also the last installment of Fruits Basket ♥ and some little things for school like a super awesome portable stapler and tape dispenser that sticks to stuff with suction power. Don't worry, she knows how easily amused I am, so these were good gifts =P . Oh! And SOCKS.

Music theory class was total B.S. because we only went over everything we "learned" from the reading last night. Which was NOTHING. KILL MEEEE. Only when I'm in that class, though; please arrange it so I live for the rest of the week. I biked around, ran a few errand-type-things I had to take care of, and biked to an early dinner, just for the fun of it. Then I came right back to the dorm and did all my theory homework just because I knew I wouldn't want to be bothered with it later. Ew.

And Victor called! He finally told me I could start going to group lessons at the Niantic Arthur Murray. But I tried to figure out the bus schedule, and it wasn't so easy. Then I realised that I might not be able to go at all because it seems the bus to Niantic only runs until early evening, before the classes even start, so forget about getting back. I might call a taxi service, or maybe just give up the idea entirely [though I feel bad, putting everybody involved through all the effort :'( ], or maybe try to convince Mum that I can bring the car back with me after I visit home *coughcoughcough*.

Oh yes, I never watched Heaven, and the phone people still haven't showed up.


Tuesday, 8 September.

Today was so chill. I had my theatre class, so I got to sleep in until about 9:30. I was ready by 10 and so I had breakfast in the Smith dining hall, which is like three steps from my dorm. Theatre class was fun. We did some mini-performances and I got quite embarrassed when I received a lot of compliments. I'm not very used to that at all. We had lunch in Knowlton again today, but despite sitting at the Spanish table, we did not speak Spanish. That's probably because there was no one at that table that we didn't know, hahaha. It's 3:24 now as I write this, and I've long since finished all my homework, besides a quick Music Theory article I was supposed to find [but I came here instead...], oh well. I'll do it eventually. I really hope I can watch Heaven tonight!! :D


"I said play it, bitch!"


Monday, 7 September.

I had my first Gender & Society class today, which was really cool. The teacher seems very chill, and she seems to remind me a bit of Madame Steffener. Also pretty great, she said she'd be out of town on Wednesday, so we don't have class again until next Monday.

We called the people to fix our phone and TV again. Hopefully they'll show up tomorrow. -.-

We had lunch in Knowlton, the language dorm. We had to sit at the Spanish table because French was full and we don't actually have a language in common between Najam, Kelsey, and me.

I also had my first Music Theory class. Apparently, I've had some awful scheduling mix-up v__v;; Oops.

I think I found my audition song! I'm going to see "As Long As He Needs Me" from Oliver!, but obviously not in the same key as in the musical >~< . I can sing it decently, I hope.

Sunday, 6 September.

It's so weird being here. Certain things about it seem so wrong or so temporary. I can't bring myself to call my room or dorm 'home' or even 'house' because it is not either of those things, physically or emotionally. I'm hesitant to call the people here my 'friends' because they're not. I've known them for a week. Everything I do feels temporary. Even using this laptop as opposed to my old one, which is still at home, feels like, oh well it's not really my laptop. Showering in these little tiny stalls. Trying to go to the bathroom while other people are in the room. Thinking of doing something like band without Jesson or Bryan or Greg.... And feeling like, oh, I don't need to get too attached to these people... I have my real friends back at home and I'll see them soon enough. It's all so bizarre. I'm here. This is my home for the next four years. And yet...?


Saturday, 5 September.

Today was... wow. I got to sleep in :D That's always a plus, lol. Kelsey wasn't around all day, and I basically spent the day moving between my room and Harris for food. When Kelsey finally came back, I was pretty happy [yay, company!].

We went to dinner [we being Benito, Andrea, Tanaha, Kelsey, Najam, Kevin, Eric, and me]. Najam told us a funny story about how he was playing a guessing game earlier that day. He had a card with an animal on the back, and he had to give his friends clues about what the animal was, so he said, "Okay, it likes peanuts." Tanaha guessed "Elephant" and Najam said, "You're right, it's an elephant." The picture was of a rhinocerous.

Back in the room, both Kelsey and Wendy were doing homework. This upset me because I had no one to talk to =P But we had a little drama, about which it would probably be impolite for me to go into detail. After three hours of uncomfortable silence and complaining, I went to the boys' room. That was a nice change because Eric and Benito were cracking up, and I could make noise O: Benito dragged me to a rave, which was fun. I actually danced *everyone gasp!*. After that, I watched House at like 12:30am with Eric and Ben and some other people. It was season four, episode two, which is the one where the intern games begin. If that means anything to you. Then I came back and went right to sleep :]


Friday, 4 September.

I slept rather poorly last night, but I got to sleep in this morning, which was great. My class was Elementary German at 10:25 am in Blaustein. I found it okay, miraculously. German is an intimidating language o___o;; and starting the class in a completely foreign language is equally as intimidating. He told us, "Guten Morgen! Ich heiße Jim McFarland. Wie heißen Sie?" And we all had to answer him O__O;; Lol. But I'm very excited. And I have easy homework: learn colours lol.

I ate lunch with Najam, Andrea, Benito, Eric, and Tanaha. We wanted to eat in Knowlton, because we would sit at the French table there and speak French! But it was closed. So we spoke a little tiny bit of French in Harris instead, lol. Kelsey went home for the weekend, and I basically just fooled around in my room all afternoon, until I realised it was evening and would probably be wise to get some food. I ate alone, but decided to wait for Najam. He was slow though, and I ended up dining with Dan [not the one from Montclair... oh this is going to get too confusing too fast o_o], Kevin, Bo, and two new acquaintances, Brian and Jesse. After that, Dan, Jesse, and Bo and I went to see if the game room was open yet. It wasn't. I ended up going to an a Capella concert for about half an hour; it was amazing, but too stuffy, so I left. It's crazy how many people turn up at these a Capella performances!

After that, I came back here. All in all, a boring day. As I sat at my computer, Najam walked in. Apparently there was something of a party going on in his room, but he had to read EIGHTY pages for bio and asked if he could study in here for the time being. So of course, I let him. After a while, though, Benito came in and apologised to him. He was saying things like, man, we made those roommate agreements, what I did wasn't cool, you just have to say something, you know 'man I gotta study,' and we'll leave. I felt like that was really mature of him, and... well I don't know. I just liked that he did it. And the party moved down to South Campus somewhere, just like that.


Thursday, 3 September.

Today, I got to wake up at 9:30. That was fabulous, except I skipped breakfast. I found my theatre class after much searching. Awesome two hours. At the end, I got talking to this kid, Dan. Turns out, he's from Montclair! And he used to date Blair, lol. He knows a few people from my school and he's even seen a play or two LHS. Pretty awesome, lol. We had lunch together, and met up with Najam, Eric, and Kelsey, and also Benito. Dan and I made waffles, and the waffles have CAMELS on them O: It's really awesome :3



After lunch, we went back to the poster sale, and I bought yet another, larger, cooler, A Clockwork Orange poster. Heh. Since we'd both finished the day, Kelsey and I basically hung out all day and didn't do much. We took short naps, and some random girl just walked into our room -- it turned out to be Tanaha, but Kelsey and I were semi-sleeping, so we were freaked out -- because apparently Wendy gave her our key -.- We had to a Convocation ceremony, which is basically a reverse graduation lol. It was awful. I read A Brave New World and Bo was sleeping [and snoring]. We decided to skip on the whole-school-and-then-some picnic, and we ate in Oasis, the snack shop in Cro. I had a toasted bagel :] I'm still full lol. We haven't... done anything... all night, lol.



Wednesday, 2 September.

Today I had to register for classes. Registration opened at 8:30, and you sure as heck had to be online ready to go when that clocked turned. Well, in our room, we had so much trouble even just getting in the page. After a good fifteen minutes, I still hadn't even logged in. So I had to go to D'Larys' room to do it. I missed out on the "Introduction to Mathematical Thought" class, but, eh, small loss. I've ended up with my freshmen seminar, "Gender and Society," an acting class, "Elementary German," and "Foundational Theory for Musicians." I have to go buy books, which is going to suck.

Oh. I bought books. The day sucked. We bought all these posters at a poster sale. I bought two from A Clockwork Orange and one from Taxi Driver.



We came back, found a necklace in the stairs, and smelled smoke. It got stronger as we entered our floor, which worried us, considering this is substance free housing. We knocked on someone's door to ask about what we should do with the necklace, and when she opened the door, the scent grew stronger, flooding out and surrounding us. We kept our cool but freaked out once we were in our room =*( And then, after that, we were just chilling in our room when we hear a scream. Wendy turns and looks out the window just before we hear a crash. Kelsey and I are a little slower to the window. Wendy shouts that that girl just hit a parked car! She went out to help, while Kelsey and I watched from the window. We were so freaked out, we didn't know what to do. We couldn't get a good view to see what state she was in, which only made us freak out more. Wendy went to the emergency room with her. We went out to see the damage on the pick-up truck, and it looks like it was hit by a small car! Kelsey called her dad and I called Viggi. So much freaking out in one room o__o;;

Two hours later, on Skype with Vigg the whole time, we had to go to a house meeting, which, in itself, was awful. We came back. I showered, and Najam was in there the whole time, singing "This Little Light of Mine."

Tuesday, 1 September.

Happy September! Today I slept through breakfast again >_<;; I was just so tired. I did, however, hear the national anthem playing at eight in the morning. That was fun. I woke up finally at 10:30. I muddied around for a while until I had to go to an adviser meeting at 11:30. That went well, but I don't know what to do about French. Classes are being picked tomorrow.... I just hope the Internet doesn't die before I can submit O: I went to check my mailbox because I was told that the college puts mail in them to get us to go see if we can get it. Mine was full of a few papers, a letter regarding my AP scores, oh, and a condom. "Proper attire is required for entry" decorates the wrapper. I asked around all day though... no one who has been to their mailboxes have found condoms inside. Then I ate a sandwich for lunch. On my way back, I met Andrea, and we decided to meet at two to get our IDs. I tried to set up my television [finally!!] but I don't have an extension cord I can use :( and I can't get the cable to work. Long story, though. At two, I went to get my ID. Well... it looks like me, at least. We went to Cro to look at books, but I was lazy and didn't buy any. We chilled out for a while and went back to my room while I tried to fix the cable but to no avail. We went to dinner with another friend and Marisa even came and sat with us too! We had to go to a skit series which was AWESOME. There was a performance of some Michael Jackson - Beat it and Thriller. It kind of made me miss Bryan :P Check out the video!

Oh, and after the skits and such, I was attacked by flying condoms. One just flew from the sky and landed on my lap. Another was slingshotted [is that a verb? lol] into my chest -___-;; I'm starting a collection, and I have plans for it.... mwahahha. But I can't say them online because it's a surprise O:



We came back to the dorm and hung out for a while. I met some kids, one of whom is a big Switchfoot fan, which was awesome. Alex. He said he was going to perform in Open Mic Night and that he might play "The Shadow Proves The Sunshine." I told him that if he did, I would wear the shirt.



So at ten, we went to Open Mic Night. I taped a comedian and Alex. Alex actually gave me a shout out and asked me to stand up, which was quite embarrassing and I turned pretty red. Any way, check out his rendition of this awesome song.




After a few more acts, we headed 'home.' And we basically did nothing. A little hanging out, a little chatting, but nothing huge. And now it's time for bed. Big, early day in the morning.


Every day since Saturday.

On Saturday I woke up at 5am and headed out at sixsomething. It was a long car ride, but I got to eat a bagel. Also, there was torrential downpour hurricaine weather for much of the drive, which is really scary! When we showed up, around 10ish, we were greeted by some very enthusiastic [and wet] sophomores in ponchos, and a dancing camel. I moved in and met my roommates, who seem great. Kelsey is very nice, and Wendy knows everyone, so our room, being SO HUGE, is something of a social centre between the hours of 10 and... three. Ew. But Kelsey and I have learned to appreciate sleeping! *Yawn* I'm making other friends, too, but I'll write about them more later. Here, enjoy my photos thus far.

Kieve, days 3 & 4

Once again, links, images, you know the drill.

Does anyone else think Jiro looks really good as a girl??



WEDNESDAY - Kieve, day 4.

This time, I just slept through breakfast. Then I showered and went to lunch. After lunch we went to the Maine State Aquarium, which was small, but awesome. There was a tank that held sharks we could pet, and there was also a touch tank with animals like lobsters, crabs, sea stars, urchins, sea cucumbers, etc. There was also this MASSIVE lobster. So big! I took a lot of photos.


On the bus ride home, Kieran found the paint option. Oh gosh.


After that, I came back here and watched more Hana Kimi. After that, we had an Italian dinner and then I called Jesson. Andrew called, too, and we got to talk to 42 minutes! That's a lot, considering my old phone used to hang up after between five and ten. Then we watched a juggling show, and now I get Internet! Hoorah! Enjoy some more photos, and a video, too.




TUESDAY - Kieve, day 3.

I didn't do anything, really. After breakfast [waffles!!], I went back to sleep, but then I missed lunch and woke up shortly after it was over. I finished reading The Picture of Dorian Gray and then we had to leave for dinner, so I grabbed a Mamet book. I finished both plays within that book - Sexual Perversity in Chicago and The Duck Variations - before dinner was served. One night every year, we go to a Pemaquid lobster co-op for dinner. It's really beautiful there, see?


It was a lot of fun watching everyone trying really hard to eat lobsters, because a lot of us don't know how. Personally, I just ate sides v_v;; There was also blueberry birthday cake and ice cream! Hehehe.


On the ride home, Caroline and Diego found the paint option on my camera. Caroline coloured on pictures of me, her sister, and my sister, and Diego coloured on himself. Check it out.


After we finally came back, I retired fairly early and watched two episodes of Hana Kimi [heh >.<;;].