Woe Upon Your Cylon Heart!

So, Ma and Mel and I just tried to watch "Because I Said So" and oh. my. god. It was so alarmingly bad we actually fastforwarded through the whole movie so we could see which guy Mandy Moore ended up with without actually suffering through it. (The sisters were named Maggie, Milly and Mae. Diane Keaton hated them.) Lorelai was good, though.

I am going to one day die of salmonella poisoning because I love eating batter so much.

I saw Hairspray yesterday morning because my mom is obsessed with going to the matinée because then it's only $5 a ticket. The movie was AMAZING. I spent the whole time smiling and literally dancing in my seat. At one point my sister leaned over and said, "You're enjoying yourself waaay too much." And I really was. Then we bought the soundtrack, and it's wonderful. John Travolta is so delightful as Edna Turnblad.

I talked to my friend Becca for hours today, and we discussed perhaps going to Europe by ourselves without a tour, just meticulously planned. This could be a good idea. I want to go so bad. See how this is an obsession?

(And I can't wait to go back up to Gainesville.)

Okay, I am feeling much better. After we all cooled down, we drove down the mountain and went on the Ben and Jerry factory tour, which was fun, and then drove around Stowe which is so like every other little town here, which, to me, is like Stars Hollow.

We had dinner at this nice place called the Partridge Inn, but oh man. I love this hotel so much. It's enormous and sprawling and it has all this memorabilia of the Trapp Family, and pictures, and cute little picturesque decor and there are mountains all over that are so insanely gorgeous. I'm trying to think of a way to talk about it, but I really don't know how to say anything more than "it's insanely gorgeous." We're taking hard copy pictures, so, um, I'll do my best to show you some photographic evidence. I'm totally not used to being so close to all this natural beauty- I'm so used to the ocean and stuff that I amm really hard to impress that way, and most mountains I've seen are completely boring and unimpressive, but these

I spent last night in Hanover with Becca, and we had a lot of fun. I got to meet some of her friends and I got to see what she does for work and where she's going to be living, and the town is just absolutely darling. It was so sad leaving her in the morning, especially since I slept through most of it and wasted valuable Beccatime. But I had a really nice time.

I got my room assignment, and I got my first choice building, but I have two roommates, and I don't yet know how I feel about that. I want to say I'm psyched- twice the chance to make lifelong friends!- but I'm... so... terrified. Oh lord.

Anyway, now I'm trying to make as little noise as possible so my parents won't force me to bed. The room is big, but not that big.

I had a whole long entry earlier today, but the computer had to be restarted, so it got lost. It was mostly about how children run amok without maternal supervision (as in, I slept 'til three because my dad didn't think maybe three o'clock was a wee bit late.) Aaand... something else, but I don't remember.

Today I read about the Heat in the paper, and changed some icons, and watched most of "The White Countess," but then Becca called. She was (and as of right now, is) stranded at an airport in New Hampshire, and so I talked to her on the phone for a long time. Now she's getting an ice cream, so she's shlepping around and is going to call me later.

My mother lost her wallet. Much strife ensued. And will continue, until it is located.

DD wordcount: 1484. (I am so proud, guys. I haven't written that much since two summers ago when I wrote "Perdition" and oh boy, if I can only keep it up)

Today I went to a consultation with an oral surgeon so I can get my wisdom teeth out. Turns out that in the grand tradition of my mouth, it's not only going to be a very, very painful surgery, due to the location and condition of my teeth, it's going to be very dangerous! Yaaaay teeth. And they have to come out, or else they will (A) screw up four years and several thousand dollars' worth of orthodontia and/or (B) Fester or something in my mouth and cause great, gaping, festering holes in my mouth that will give me diseases and rotting and I Will Die Some Horrible Death. So, yeah, surgery it is. And the surgeon was like, extra cocky and like a jerk, but he told me the kinds of drugs I would be receiving, which is a lot, so that gave him extra points.

I also found out Becky is leaving on WEDNESDAY, and will be gone for the rest of the summer, and comes back like, right after I leave, and leaves right before I come back for Shakira, so I won't see her until Thanksgiving. So I went to her house and she made me spicy stir-fry and we ate cake and watched Evita and oh man, I'm going to miss her so much! We're getting together tomorrow, too, because... omg. No more Becca!

:-(

Final count of the mosquito bites, now that they're just ugly red welts and not itchy bumps from hell: twenty-seven.

I barely did anything at all today, and it was wonderful.

Tomorrow is Becca's graduation and I'm attending, yaaaay!

Also, can someone on my wonderful flist YSI me the song "Rinse"? I think it's by Vanessa Carlton. I'll love you forever...