I usually just write things as they come into my head, but this won't make sense to me or anyone else if I don't put it in order.
Greg and I... wait, what
did I do Friday night? ... Oh! I went over to his house for movies and pizza. He ordered my favorite: sausage and extra cheese from Papa John's. Yum. That kind of pizza makes me so blissful. We watched
Wayne's World, which I gave him for his birthday last year. It was actually kind of cool. Greg's sort of movie is anything by Kevin Smith or Mel Brooks, so I was wary of
Wayne's World at first. I did like watching SNL, though. Of course, when I used to watch it, it came on mid-afternoon Saturdays. Yay for Air Force tv. (Did I just say that?)
On Saturday, I intended to go out and shop a little. I still want/need some things for school. I'd always thought of the time period "in college" as "in the fall". But it's not. College starts in about three weeks. We won't have fall until well into October, if that. I'm not fully prepared to switch habitats. Here, I wear jeans most days because I stay inside so much. My mom keeps the air conditioning so high, I actually get goosebumps at night. There, I won't have air conditioning at all. I imagine I'll be wearing shorts much, much more often. Here, I randomly wander upstairs at random times, usually during commercials, for an evening snack. There, if I want a snack, I either have to go all the way out of the hall to get it, or I have to already have it in the the room with me. Here, I occasionally have times (sometimes days in a row) where I have the house to myself. There, I'll be lucky to have
a room to myself, and probably not for days. Here, I have my own room, just like always. There, I'll be sharing a room for the first time with a complete stranger.
People keep asking me if I'm excited about starting college. I always answer, "Sort of." That's why.
On Sunday, I actually went out shopping. Greg was bored, so I took him with me. We went to the BX on Andrews. It's the only place I can ever find my facial moisturizer. Now that I remember, I meant to Google it and see if they have a website. I've used it for six years. I'm not going to let something like being carless and a considerable distance from a military base hinder me. Then we went out to Waldorf: my first highway trip since I got Mindy back. I did well. We intended to see
The Village, under recommendation from the illustrious Rajni, but I got some times mixed up and we missed it. I did get to have my first Blizzard from Dairy Queen, though. It was really good, especially once the heat outside thawed the frozen Reese's chunks. Since our original plan fell through, we went back to his house and watched
Singing in the Rain. Good movie. Once you get over that creepy quality where everyone has vocal ability, knows the words, and bursts into choreographed dances in odd places, musicals are awesome. The story was incredibly predictable, but I still liked it.
Megan and Stephanie turned eighteen on Sunday. Yay! Happy Birthday again!
Yesterday, Greg and I went to Waldorf again, to actually see
The Village. It was
so awesome! I never saw
Unbreakable and don't really want to, but other than that, I have loved M. Night Shyamalan's movies.
The Sixth Sense is a pop culture requirement, and
Signs made alien movies way cooler. As for
The Village, I will only say this: Forget everything you think you know. I changed my mind at least twice, trying desperately to figure out what was going on. I did leave slightly disappointed, though. I read a book back in middle school that had the same main plot line as that movie. I won't say which book, because if I do, it'll totally spoil the movie. The plots progressed and ended differently, but still. Shyamalan's always been absolutely original in my eyes... until the end of
The Village . It was still a great movie, though. Go see it. On the way out of the theater, we ran into Ian. How coincidental is that? Our movie ended and we left the sparsely populated theater
just as he was going in. Whoever is in charge of those things, be it God, fate, or a little of both, he/it/they had fun last night.
Mrs. Maus is one of those people who takes a million pictures, and gets double prints to boot. While cleaning, we unearthed stacks of old photos. Today, I went through just one box, sorting out the pictures by the date stamped on the back, then weeding out the duplicates. It took about two and a half hours. That one shoebox barely puts a dent in the collection of pictures piled around the sunroom. It is a massive job; I could easily do just that for the rest of my time with her. I got a weird feeling, though, seeing her children when they were young, and lots of people I didn't recognize. "It's like reliving someone else's memories," I told her.
It kind of makes me wish I had more photo-memories of my own to relive. Note to self: Take camera to school "in the fall", just in case.
