Summer School Silence

I was sort of expecting the first day of summer school to be a freaking nightmare, but shockingly it's going pretty well.

It started off sort of crappy.

My alarm went off at 6, which, ew. After hauling my ass out of bed by like 6:15 and getting dressed and all I moseyed my way down Kirkwood Highway to Stanton, where the fun fest is being held this year. Found myself hanging with the other teachers in the gym lobby, with them yelling at a few kids to take their hats off (they refused) and taunting them for seeing the same kids again from the school year.

Which is just cruel, really. If you didn't pass Spanish the first time with a teacher, you're stuck wtih them again? Bummer.

But once I got in the classrooms after straightening everything out tech wise(for some reason, I've been designated tech support. I know, right?) I discovered the kids were relatively well behaved. I mean yeah, there's the idiot in the corner that was with me last year for the same thing and isn't doing work, and then there's one to my right who's staring at the start up screen, but the kids around me are doing surprisingly well. Like, they want to get their shit done and go home.

It's Official: I'm an Apple Whore

It started when I got a Macbook Pro for my "beloved" Park School of Communications when I started my freshman year of college. I'm entering my senior year of university (yikes) and I'm still a big fan of my baby DiRegno.

More on how I name my appliances after shows I love later.

I then got an iPod classic because my Dell DJ - which I adored and still really do like - couldn't sync with my school laptop. Which isn't really good, because I could only put new music on it and charge it when I was home on breaks every few months. I fell in love with that as well, and how easy it was to use.

And when that one started to fritz on me 3 years later - meaning I've restarted it like 30 times in the last 3 days - I decided to break down and buy myself a newer model. I needed something capable of holding 20 plus GB of music (thanks, BoGirls!) and some photos if I could swing it that way. I decided to go with the 32 GB iTouch - one that could shuffle just by shaking it, had WiFi, and could essentially do everything that an iPhone can do except make phone calls. I found one for $250 at Costco ($50 cheaper than it was at the Apple store) and have fallen in love with it.

Unfortunately, this pricey little toy came in the same week that I had to replace my cell phone. So it's a good thing I have two jobs this summer.

My Driver's License! Now with 100% More Federal Compliance!

I guess one of the perks of getting my whole purse and wallet stolen was the fact that I had to renew my license for my 21st birthday. So Corinne and I took a field trip to the local DMV to get my new license.

After missing the turn and almost hitting a dude in a pickup on the way in, we took a number and got behind the other half of the state. Seriously, like 50% of the population of Delaware must've been there, and like 50% of that 50% had tattoos and looked like trash. We were A286, and we came in where it was A212. So it was good there were two of us to talk, because I had no book with me.

Once I got up to the front of the window - 2 hours later - I provided all the information to the guy behind the counter. He stared at me like I was stupid and asked "And where's your old driver's license?" I had to explain my whole purse got stolen, and he pretended to be sympathetic. He told me that I had enough stuff to have a federally compliant license (well, duh, that was the point) and when it came time to pay, he saw my check and said "I can't accept third party checks." It was one from my Mom, I don't have a checkbook myself yet. Thank God Corinne was there, again, because she had her debit card and ID and I can pay her back.

So yeah. I have a license now. And it's semi-cute. And in a month, it'll be flipped horizontal.

Knock Knock! Who's There? Your Purse Got Stolen

Unfortunately for me, a good date sort of ended with a stolen clutch.

I was mini golfing with John and must have set my zipper purse down for a minute when I realized I had left it behind. I went back for the thing and realized it was gone. It wasn't there, and no one on the course had it. These guys on the side of the place were driving away and laughing hysterically.

The purse didn't have too much cash in it, but it did have my debit card, Kohl's card, student ID, and license.

Mmmmm...the sweet taste of FAIL.

In The Summatime, When The Weather's Fine...

It's been a while since I talked about what I've been up to. Other than getting a new phone (which is seriously my favorite new toy, it's insane), I decided to go to MMRBQ with a bunch of the crew around here. MMRBQ is this huge concert that WMMR hosts every year, and this year the lineup didn't disappoint. The bands playng were Automatic Fire, Dive, Skillet, Fuel, Three Days Grace, Alice in Chains, and Stone Temple Pilots. I'm not a fan of hard rock, so really I was just going to do something and because I figured an all day rock show with my friends would be fun.

And it was awesome! Unfortunately what started as a 6 person group going turned into 3 people - me, Madeleine, and Chad (Madeleine's boyfriend). So essentially I was third wheeling it, but it was fun. I knew that I wouldn't feel too bad as a third wheel because they're not much for PDA thank God. So after introducing Chad to the beauty of WaWa hoagies, we were off to Camden. And the concert was great! I mean, the two headliners were okay, but the best one was Skillet, this Christian hard rock band. They played an acoustic cover of "Enter Sandman" and I was sold.

That was the main event of the summer so far. Today Corinne and I decided to celebrate her last day of classes at CSW by laying outside in our bikinis and trying to tan (or burn, in my case) in the 93+ degree weather before I went off to Chelsea's barbeque for a little bit. Tomorrow is lunch and chilling out with Laura and Rachel.

Ah, summertime...

Lost Is The Abusive Boyfriend I Never Wanted

There are a few shows that I've become obsessed with over the years. My first two "Must See TV" shows were Alias and West Wing (both of which I own on DVD and still watch, in sequence). Later came my current obsessions of House, Damages, Big Bang Theory and Glee. The obsession I don't talk about as much is with Lost, and I'll tell you why: because I love the show, but I'm not as hardcore as Anne Gould Northgraves.

I will say this, though: in my time in London, I really didn't watch the show at all. Yeah, I know, it's the 6th and final season of a cult hit. Yes, I followed it from the beginning. But I didn't have the patience to put up with it when I was enjoying a different country and all their TV 0fferings.

I decided that since it was summer and the show was ending soon, I really should catch up with the last 15 episodes. And I am soooooo confused right now. I won't go into details, but I'm only at episode 2, and I'm really wondering why I decided to get back into this show.

I mean, think about it. I love the show, but it hurts me to follow it around. It's like an abusive boyfriend. Everytime I try to go away, I get bitch slapped (or flash sideways-ed) into submission!

I just hope it doesn't take Maury to get me out of this.

Girl Going Back Home

So unfortunately, my journey here to Jolly Ole is coming to an end. I have met 4 cabinet members (including Gordon Brown), traveled thousands of miles on National Rail, been to 6 countries (UK, Ireland, Germany, Czech Republic, the Vatican, and Italy), spent far too much money because of the crappy exchange rate, stayed up for 48 hours to watch an election play out that I helped shape in a very small way, and had more fun than I've ever had before.

I am so sad to leave here, and yet I really want to see my family. I have never felt so safe or at home in a foreign country, and I cannot WAIT until I can come back here for a longer time. So thank you, London, for showing me a fantastic 4 months.