My K, I just have to say again how much I love you and that I want everyone to know how incredibly awesome you are, especially for giving me Jack Sparrow as a consolation present for being an old maid.
Yes, I have seen Pirates 3. Yes, I love it. Yes, I still like the first one best.
And, as another note, my internet works! Of course, that could have something to do with the fact that I am back home.
Also, I have died. I can barely move. Getting out of my car after being in it for 4 hours just about killed me a second time. I have now been told that I remind someone of their grandmother and that I move like a duck. I'm wondering what insult will be thrown at me next.
So, here's the thing. SL popped by sort of unexpectedly Saturday and announced that we were going hiking before we ran the planned errands. We went with a small group of people to Bridal Veil Falls and, instead of taking the path, hiked straight up the fall. Of course, they fail to even tell me that there is a path until we're almost all the way back down the fall. And now my legs are sore and my shoulders ache from pulling myself up onto various rocks. Not to mention that my foot has been bugging me quite often lately (I damaged it like... ohmigosh 10 years ago), and I'm not too sure hiking and running around campus shortly thereafter was such a good thing for it. Oh, well. I had fun, anyway. I guess that's all that matters, right?
And I'm still really, really rather confused about him, you know, but I am beginning to have faith that things will turn out well in one way or another. Still, I just have to say this. 12 hours was not enough. This summer is really going to try me.