fiona, you are a master. i am so not exaggerating at all. wow.
*speechless*
unfortunately, it's composed entirely of inside jokes, so i'm not sure if people outside you, i, rachel, allie, and melanie and perhaps a few others would be able to appreciate it, but...i bet it works even if you don't get the inside jokes. like reading shakespeare even if you don't get all the contemporaneous references he uses. still awesome, but even better, if that could be possible, when you get all the extra stuff.
and i guess i'd better keep an eye on my rubik's cube of doom...maybe that's what's responsible for my cell phone charger, which i was so sure was packed in that box, somehow returning to its previous position on the floor of my room, so that i am at mystic and cannot call anyone, except for my mom to tell her to send it to me pronto.
speaking of which - i'm at mystic! and rachel, if you read this, my shoes are somewhere at your house. or in your uncle's car. cause they're not at mine. but you're in ireland, so you can't do anything about that. i'll call your mom sometime (after i charge my phone. grrr.) and discuss this matter. in any case, i am at mystic, and it is cool. the people are nice...there are plans to all get together and hang out...around nowish, actually, i guess, so i should make this short. unfortunately, the main plan for the evening is to all be in the same place as a bunch of alcohol, most likely of the yeasty sort (*bleh*) and not of the grapey sort, so i might leave pretty quickly anyway. i'm also feeling sort of beat since i've been running around and loading and unloading and unpacking and taking a steamboat ride and meeting people since 7:30 this morning. anyway, it's nice here, i have a single, it doesn't have a bookcase (!) but it does have a nice window and a nice view and a comfortable mattress, and the house is over a hundred years old and my housemates, though they seem sort of dull, are musical - abby from williams, who plays the piano and does voice and knows my friend emily bonem from kinhaven who also goes to williams so that's cool, and chris from wheton (whedon? that college that sounds like that...) who plays the trumpet but now is completely obsessed with the drums, and has set up a drumset in the garage and has been practicing. a lot. but he said he'll teach me if i want, so i guess it's ok. and he lives in southwest harbor, maine, directly next door to the motel unit my family stayed in for two weeks every summer since i was 7 till i was 17. so that's cool. anyway, i gotta go, more updates later, i miss you guys! i wish i were on my way back to school and we could all have fun together in normal ways, like fooling around on the fiddle or watching buffy episodes on a flatscreen computer or making a fire and telling each other very abridged versions of folk and fairy tales :( instead i have to go try and have fun with people drinking beer. and i repeat, bleh. but i'll be nice and try to be friendly and unboring.
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*prostrates self on ground*
Date: 2004-08-23 06:46 pm (UTC)*speechless*
unfortunately, it's composed entirely of inside jokes, so i'm not sure if people outside you, i, rachel, allie, and melanie and perhaps a few others would be able to appreciate it, but...i bet it works even if you don't get the inside jokes. like reading shakespeare even if you don't get all the contemporaneous references he uses. still awesome, but even better, if that could be possible, when you get all the extra stuff.
and i guess i'd better keep an eye on my rubik's cube of doom...maybe that's what's responsible for my cell phone charger, which i was so sure was packed in that box, somehow returning to its previous position on the floor of my room, so that i am at mystic and cannot call anyone, except for my mom to tell her to send it to me pronto.
speaking of which - i'm at mystic! and rachel, if you read this, my shoes are somewhere at your house. or in your uncle's car. cause they're not at mine. but you're in ireland, so you can't do anything about that. i'll call your mom sometime (after i charge my phone. grrr.) and discuss this matter. in any case, i am at mystic, and it is cool. the people are nice...there are plans to all get together and hang out...around nowish, actually, i guess, so i should make this short. unfortunately, the main plan for the evening is to all be in the same place as a bunch of alcohol, most likely of the yeasty sort (*bleh*) and not of the grapey sort, so i might leave pretty quickly anyway. i'm also feeling sort of beat since i've been running around and loading and unloading and unpacking and taking a steamboat ride and meeting people since 7:30 this morning. anyway, it's nice here, i have a single, it doesn't have a bookcase (!) but it does have a nice window and a nice view and a comfortable mattress, and the house is over a hundred years old and my housemates, though they seem sort of dull, are musical - abby from williams, who plays the piano and does voice and knows my friend emily bonem from kinhaven who also goes to williams so that's cool, and chris from wheton (whedon? that college that sounds like that...) who plays the trumpet but now is completely obsessed with the drums, and has set up a drumset in the garage and has been practicing. a lot. but he said he'll teach me if i want, so i guess it's ok. and he lives in southwest harbor, maine, directly next door to the motel unit my family stayed in for two weeks every summer since i was 7 till i was 17. so that's cool. anyway, i gotta go, more updates later, i miss you guys! i wish i were on my way back to school and we could all have fun together in normal ways, like fooling around on the fiddle or watching buffy episodes on a flatscreen computer or making a fire and telling each other very abridged versions of folk and fairy tales :( instead i have to go try and have fun with people drinking beer. and i repeat, bleh. but i'll be nice and try to be friendly and unboring.