Well, I was away for a magical weekend at my friend's house in Clare. Five of us (okay, six with me)went for fresh air, over-eating, and general shenaniganry. It was glorious. No pictures of that yet, though, because I just got back last night and am lazy. It's my week off from classes so that we can get caught up on the work they know we haven't been doing the whole time.
To keep up the tradition of not working when I should, today I cleaned, went grocery shopping, and sent e-mails to another 48768658239 summer camps.
Before this week, instead of working, I wrote a fuckton of letters to people whose birthdays I missed/I haven't seen in a while. Postage was a bit of a pain on the packages, but it was totally worth it. I love writing letters, and this made me kind of wriggle in my bed while listening to The Princess and the Frog soundtrack.
Maybe that's not something you're meant to admit. Oops.
Carrying these into town with my other bag of books was something like fun. Well, I do love peeling stamps.
Look--glitter! Where could half of the bottle have gone?
Oh, right. Glitter is the language of love.
Meet Charlie, the newest member of the family. He likes water, sunshine, Cool Ranch Doritos, and showtunes. His turn-offs include bottled water, hail, fedoras, and frayed shoelaces. He's single, too.
