So.Mr.Marmalade came with a fury, and left in a hurry.
A grand total of three weeks, and we are all done.
I'm kind of sad. I
wish we could have just done one more
weekend. Especially, since we had gained so much momentum by the second go round.
Ah well. We all had a blasty.
And I think Kristin is actually considering moving her wonderful little self down here for an extended period of time. Which will be quite the great thing because I just adore her. She has single handedly restored my faith in the state of New Jersey. Which is no easy task, believe me.
Now for the next two weeks I'm back to Boring Natalie, where all I do is complain about my stupid job, complain about how UNO jerked me around all summer, and now won't let me go to school this semester, and watch too much television.
Then, luckily, Damn Yankees will begin, and I'll have something to occupy my free time with.
Because we all know once I start sitting around my house, by myself for too long, I start busting out the old VHS copies of Beaches and The Way We Were.
Then it's all down hill from there.
P.S.
Inglourious Basterds was fan-fricking-tastic!
Best World War II movie I've ever seen.
Eli Roth is my new boyfriend.
Go see it. Immediately.
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