Willaby!

I'm half-watching Sense & Sensibility maintenant. Go Jane Austen. There was a masterpiece about her earlier and I got sucked into Pride & Prejudice again because of it. I finished the bit about Colbert's White House dinner speech in I Am America (And So Can You!) hier, then decided to move right on to the a classic novel instead. I'm pretty far into Tess as well, and the one night I seriously could not fall asleep (due to a 2 hour nap around dinner time) I ended up reading the whole fourth section and then some. Angel is being an ass, and he needs to be socked somewhere around his perfectly defined 19th century bearded jawline.

Willaby...!

The house is pretty cold right now, though that hardly parts from the norm, since I am always exceptionally freezing around here. I think dad said he lowered the temperature on the thermostat a tad, with the whole go-green thing and avoiding a load of carbon by lowering the heat setting. But really, my toes are freezing off. Since it's incredibly cold and drearily wet on the sidewalk, the bottoms of my sweatpants are still damp from walking the Dew. Plus I don't have socks on. So it might be a combined effort on the parts of the thermostat, the weather, and my lack of socks that it feels frigid.

Yesterday was Emily's birthday. She called me before school, but the night before I'd turned the phone on silent so that I might watch the Welch's video before I went to bed without waking up the rents, and forgot to raise it again to vibrate. I don't think there's even sound with vibrate, but I wasn't absolutely positive, so I took the extra measure. But anway, I ended up missing my alarm and was slightly late for Amnesty (not that it made any difference since only the officers attended this week), and missing Emily's call. I called her back while I was walking Dewey at dinner, and my failing battery powered my phone down before I could say all I wanted. Whoever has the new model chocolate is a lucky canard, as mine is utterly sucky and almost completely useless.

The Europe meeting was last night. I've taken to napping after dinner everyday, to the point where the chill following a hot and hearty meal combined with my lack of sleep on weekdays overwhelms me after the evening news, and I drop off without even bringing my dishes in to the kitchen. It's true, I eat dinner on weekdays in front of Brian Williams every night (and previously Steve Prinzivalli), unless we choose to dine at Friendly's or some other place. So yesterday, I cuddled up under a blanket while my mom got ready and left for a get-together with her fellow librarian friends, and dad grabbed my dishes for me. He woke me up at 6:40 and told me that we should probably leave for the meeting

Going outside was pure torture, after being snuggled under an afghan for half an hour. But I warmed up after I got to the American Legion building and saw Rinde and Goins and Katie Mck. It was a very informative meeting and the trip actually seems a little more real now. But I still can't believe that I'll be going to Europe after always dreaming of it. And to London and Paris, my luck, the two cities I've always pulled for.

"He sitting next to her!!!.....wait.. he's kneeling down!" From Miss Dashwood to Fanny Ferrars. Aw Hugh Grant!