My family is back now. They were on vacation in Pennsylvania, at Hershey Park. It's their second vacation this summer, and also the second time they've been gone so we could have more remodeling done. My parents don't seem to consider that I might feel weird with two men working in the house while I'm here alone, which I do. It's just weird. And they leave lights on all over the place. I am very touchy about leaving lights on in an unused room. They didn't invite me to go along to Hershey Park. I wouldn't have wanted to go, but they could have at least asked me. Or brought me back some chocolate.
I am very close to finishing my scrapbook. It's not the one I wanted to make, with all the souvenirs, cards, and other knickknacks that I've saved from important moments in the past. It's a fill-in-the-blanks book I got as a gift years ago; I've mentioned it here before. I started putting pictures in today. I don't have many pictures, let alone of myself, so it was nice to be able to use them for something constructive. I was provoked to add pictures by my latest task for Mrs. Maus. It's also made me think that I should take more pictures. The tangible kind, not quite like the digital ones I have stored on Bethany. I never sit at my computer and look through pictures like I do with my nearly-full photo album. Even with the pictures I found and, uh, "borrowed" from the family collection, I still had some "place picture here" squares empty. Not stumped at all, I pulled out some old magazines and went in search of appropriate clippings. Who knew a Barbie ad would be so handy? I'm proud of it, because I answered all the questions honestly. It gives a good portrait of who I am right now.
I want to go see
The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement tomorrow. The first one was so cute and fluffy. I love Anne Hathaway; she's so pretty. I saw her on the Teen Choice Awards last night, and she was wearing a t-shirt with the FedEx logo, only it said "FedUp". There was something else on it, but I couldn't read it. I read a review of the movie in
The Washington Post the other day. It basically confirmed my opinion. I don't expect deep emotional scenes and Oscar-worthy dramatic performances. It's G-rated, and Disney. Sometimes, you just need a feel-good movie. I will always love the books more, but how can you not love Julie Andrews? Come on!
I still have school shopping to do. Darn. Buying things makes it seem so real. I was going to call my roommate today (thanks to Rajni for the online heads-up), but I didn't. It's so awkward calling people I don't know, even if it's just a customer service representative or something else mundane. I know I'll be living with this girl (her name's Jennifer) in close quarters, so I should introduce myself, but I'm nervous. I can generally get along with anyone, even people I don't really like. It's one of my better traits. (Patience is another: so handy in my dial-up universe.)
Maybe I'll call tomorrow.
