It's Tuesday.
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| here's a waving giraffe to cheer you up after your long SHU Orientation. |
At first, taking Rosie away for the week seemed like a utterly fantastic idea... I mean, I love Rosie, and spending a week (or sometimes more) with her is so much fun....
but then, several hours later, while Grace, Rosie and I were all sitting on the couch, preparing to watch Love's Labor's Lost, we were all like "How could we do this?!"
And we all felt somewhat ashamed of ourselves.
We were all like-
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I'm quiet sad that you're not here with us, Laura. But don't worry- we're finding lots of ways to keep your involved (tell us when you get a surprise in the mail!) and we're hoping to facetime with you via the iPhone's soon :)
OH YEAH.
The song of the week. (remember that challenge thing? yeah. that.)
2- A song that reminds you of your most recent ex-boyfriend/girlfriend.
....
well this is awkward. Because I've never had a boyfriend (or girlfriend. <.< )
How about we just put this-
Because Mr. Bag.
So. I don't know what to write about.
So today, for some reason, Rosie and Grace are having a case of clinomania and I mean, I guess that was me yesterday, but still. Now I'm not tired and they are and it's like "WHY?!"
But then we all took a nap in the living room and it was short but beautiful and everyone was happy.
WAIT GUYS. I found the explanation to my Harry Styles problem.
la douleur exquise
[noun]
the exquisite pain of wanting someone that you know you can never have, and knowing that you will still try to be with them.
Seriously though. Why must things like this exist? Why can't Harry and I just meet and he'll fall madly in love with me and we get married and he cooks me dinner (because I can't cook. Example: the asparagus incident this evening.) and we'd just be so happy together and we'd own a cat or two and live somewhere beautiful and he'd sing to me.... *sighs* I hate celebrities.
So, we're watching The Amazing Spider-man in honor of Malachi's birthday tonight and they're staring it at 70:30 and it's currently 7:21 so I have to hurry my batootie up and write this post.
Oh, but we're watching the Andrew Garfield ones. Not Toby Maguire. (in case anyone was confused.)
Toby Maguire actually scares me. Like, he honestly does. Is it because he freakishly looks like Elijah Wood, or because he sounds like a nine year-old boy when he talks? I don't know. Either way, he scares me.
Anyway, Laura, I have to go. I dearly hope that your SHU orientation went well and you met some awesome SHU'ers and that you are now so psyched to leave us in the fall- because I want your college experience to be G.R.E.A.T.
I love you and wish you were here, but I'm also glad you're getting to go to your school-y stuff and become an adult and independent because you deserve it, lovely.
Rosie.... your post tomorrow will be great, I know it.
xoxo,
Mercy
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