||[Jun. 11th, 2007|12:45 pm]
So I didn't post for the ENTIRE month of May. Damn. Bad Allie, bad.|
I don't even know if anyone reads these anymore, I've been so terrible at updating lately...
So let's see.
The Shakespeare Stealer by Gary Blackwood
Zlata's Diary by Zlata Filipovic and
The Greedy Bastard Diary: A Comic Tour of America by Eric Idle.
The first two are definitely probably kids books, so I finished them relatively quickly...heh heh heh...I'm in college, really. The Eric Idle one was entertaining. He kept a tour diary when he went on tour in Canada and the US with the Greedy Bastard tour. It kinda drags at some points, but overall it's a good read.
Also, I'm currently at:
in The Gun Seller by Hugh Laurie. Yes, THAT Hugh Laurie. It's REALLY funny and entertaining and it reads really quickly. It's very good and very British.
Anyhoo, my main accomplishment recently is that, for the first time since freshman year of high school, I have gone the ENTIRE month of May without pulling my calf. Thank you, thank you. Quite the achievement, I know.
It's very weird being back home. I miss school a lot, mostly because of the freedom and the constant surrounding by friends. I mean, it's good to be back, but at the same time I've gotten so used to the college life and adapted to it so much that it just feels strange being back at what I said goodbye to so long ago. Later at night I'll wish I was living next door to someone whose room I could just go into and chill, or step into the hallway and join a group conversation.
I miss Ben a lot, too. I don't do well with long-distance, I already discovered this over winter break. I'm seeing him in slightly less than 10 days now, which doesn't seem like that long, especially compared with the number of days until, like, my birthday or something, but it feels like it's taking forever. It sucks that I can't just see him whenever I want to, like I could at school, and I'm definitely a big physical contact person. I really miss the simple feeling of his arms around me. I know, it sounds corny, but it's a hard adjustment for me. One time, I called him (he didn't pick up because he's at camp, so I know he's very often going to be busy when I call and I'll leave him a message and he'll call me later), and he called me back a couple minutes later and immediately after the initial Hellos he immediately asked "Are you okay?" I love that from a 30-second message, he could tell that I was upset. I reassured him I was okay, I was just missing him a lot... But I told him to go enjoy his Taco Bell run with his pals (it's their thang) and he could give me a call whenever later and I would text him if I went to sleep before that. He seemed a little reluctant to go, but we ended up being able to talk for a while later that night.
Sorry for the long. I'm just missing the boy. Oh, and, the boy was helping to put up a dock at the waterfront and spent seven hours in the water and got really badly sunburned, dehydrated, and hypothermia. Yeah. I was a little worried.
So anyhoo. I started work up at Barnes and Noble again. And I'm quitting. It's not nearly as fun or anything as it was last year, and I have a job at school next year, so that would take care of money, and I just feel miserable when I work the long hours by myself that I'm given. Plus maybe now I'll be able to hang out there without feeling awkward. It's quite difficult work...you wouldn't think that from working in a bookstore. I had a helper last week, though. A four-year-old girl followed me around and asked if she could help, so she helped me shelve things, which was very exciting. She was really cute. Although another girl who asked me for help who looked about twelve asked me if she was my daughter. Good God. I really do feel old.
It's really fun hanging out with all you kids again. Champps rocks my socks and mini-golfing was awesome too, as much as I didn't want to do it at first. Kacey and Andrew and I ended up having a blast and a half with it because we didn't play by the rules at all, unlike SOME people. :^) We would all go at the same time, we would throw the ball in, bowl the ball in, relay it in, race to the finish with putting...it rocked. Also, we discussed my woodchuck adventure--
I was thinking about "How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?" and I started wondering what the hell a woodchuck was. So I looked it up and it's actually another name for a groundhog. So then I thought it should be "How much ground could a groundhog hog if a groundhog could hog ground?" Kacey and Andrew gave me raised eyebrows at first, but then we all got into it. Our favorite of the night was "How much crack could a crack whore whore if a crack whore could whore crack?"
I'll stop filling up your friends' page now. Yay for babbling!