"more to say than i thought"
I've had nothing interesting to write lately, even though I've done interesting things. Like finishing out the semester with a 4.0. And getting Anderson to tape the finale of Dawson's Creek, which was awesome. (I'm astounded at the number of diaries I read that love Buffy, and devoted paragraphs, or even whole entries, entirely to the finale. Well, okay, only 2 of the diaries I read mentioned it, but I still was amazed. I've never liked Buffy. But then, I've never watched it, either. And I can't really talk since I cried over Dawson.) And flying to Vegas for Keri's wedding.I also sat around Meridian for countless hours sleeping, watching movies and getting an oil massage. Which maybe isn't all that interesting, but it sure as hell was fun. The Matrix Reloaded was good, but the "to be concluded" bit surprised me. I mean, I guess I knew there was going to be a 3rd movie, I just didn't expect this one to end so abruptly and to-be-continued-like. Also, you should all see Pumpkin, with Christina Ricci in it. Very very bizzare movie. I didn't know whether I was supposed to be laughing or crying, and could have done either or both. Yay for dark comedies.
But Vegas is the big thing. The girl who told me 3 years ago she wasn't the marrying type finally tied the knot with the guy she's been with for forever. It wasn't an Elvis wedding, sadly, but in a little chapel, by a minister who really sounded nothing like Dr. Evil. Megghan and I cried when they said their vows, and when Keri saw us with tear-streaked faces as they're walking away from the podium, she laughed at us. Can you believe it? We cry at her wedding and she laughs. The happy couple then proceded to bicker for the rest of the night like they'd been married for years. Sweetness.
And Vegas...lots of lights, lotta casinos, gambling is stupid, airplanes are fun, I got new cutest ever sandals for only 15 bucks and Vegas has the best mall I've ever seen that Megghan and I spent hours at and she bought this really fucking cute pink skirt for all of 3 dollars, and I'm bitter, bc if she hadn't been ahead of me on the rack, I would have bought it. So no, I'm not happy for her, dammit. I want that skirt. I'm gonna gank it when I go to her place. Ha ha, not really. (Yes, really.) (No.) (Tempting.)
My flight out left at 1:45 am, and I remembered what it was like to be able to say, I haven't slept in 36 hours! Enjoyable. It was raining when I got back to Birmingham, which I loved so much, but Andy not so much since he was driving. Took a thoroughly inadequate nap at his place before driving home. He has the best pillows, I swear. More ganking will occur.
Actually, according to dictionary.com, "gank" isn't a word, but I use it all the time! Did I make it up? Surely other people use it too, right? Give me some reassurance, people!
