Weird moment of the day: I got tired of listening to the music I've ripped so far, so I got a CD from my room and brought it back here to play. I open the drive only to find that I left my Songs from "Dawson's Creek", Vol. 1 CD in there -- where it has been for at least a week. And the CD I picked from my odd collection? B*Witched, self-titled. Never heard of them? I don't blame you. Not many people would admit that, once upon a time, they had zero musical taste. Irish girl-pop isn't a phase I like to admit to, but there you go. Even more embarrassing? I have their sophomore album, too.

Now that my musical reputation has been summarily ruined, I shall continue. The family went to Six Flags today. Like I wrote in my email to Andra, I don't mind being left behind. I would much rather spend a weekend day at the museums and monuments in DC. I'd have to take a camera, though. I'd be a proper local tourist that way. (Yay for new oxymorons.) I had fun when Greg and I were out there earlier this year. It is high tourist season, and very hot, but I can deal. I need to get out of the house, anyway. And museums are free.

Later
I thought my post was suspiciously short. Just after I posted it, Papa called. He and Bridgette are moving to Biloxi, Mississippi. You think one of the parental units would have told me about that. They are physically closest to my house, you know. If I needed someone here right away, that's who I'd call. Though, when I had my accident, I called my grandma. It's a reflex, I guess, and a good once, since they're leaving. He called to invite me to come visit sometime. I haven't been down there since I was about four, since we've always been out of the country for family reunions. I might do it, but it's not likely. He is planning to build a neat-sounding screened-in pool, though. I don't know. I don't have to know yet.

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