It really is.
Well. I'm still getting back to London time. That's part of it.
But Midnight Soul! 144 slow jams! It's amazing! I wish I had more space on my computer. Or had a working iPod. Then I'd get the TimeLife Motown Collection too.
The internet has replaced books as my number one go-to timewaster. Makes me a little bit sad.
Anyway. I am jetlagged. Was up all night last night, took a couple naps during the day, and now might be on target for another all-nighter. Poo.
Why the jetlag? In the offhand chance that the few people that actually read this somehow missed out on me gabbing to them about my annual beach camping trip, I'll briefly explain the wonder and majesty that is Doheny.
Very briefly.
Basically, I go camping with my family every year at Doheny State Beach for at least a week. Sometimes more. There is another family that goes down too. There's a more of them than us, but everyone's known each other for a really long time. The entire trip centers around a horseshoe tournament on Palm Sunday. I haven't missed a year. EVER. It's something I look forward to year-round.
I usually invite everyone I know to come down and join us. This year my unsuspecting victim was Oli.
I tried to prepare him. Wrote out a Thomsen family tree and everything (did a pretty good job too, if I do say so). And to be fair, I think he's met more Thomsens than I have. By the end of the second day he was already familiar with most of the gossip. He managed to charm the crap out of my entire family, and I'm pretty sure my mom wants to adopt him.
I got to field lots of interesting questions about Oli. Mainly "He's really 19? Really? No way!", and "So what's the story, are you two dating or what?" A few were directed at sussing out his sexual preference, but I handled all queries with tact and diplomatic aplomb. Regardless of how much I'd had to drink.
Lots of fun was had. Tequila and Jagermeister and Newkie were beverage mainstays, and I ate enough to gain back ten of the pounds I'd lost subsisting on rice and oatmeal. Of course, since I spent most of my time lazing about either in the sun or in my tent, don't really expect that it was ten pounds of muscle. Oh well. It was a well-deserved stretch of gluttony. And everything tasted so much better because of the lack of variety I'd gotten used to. We went to CPK one day and the avocado club pizza almost made me cry it tasted so good. I know. I'm a goob about food.
I slept a lot. Not sure why. Well. I think it had something to do with sharing an air mattress. Damn thing moves every time you do, and I'm definitely not used to sharing an air mattress. Of course, if it is the case that I got horrible sleep because of sharing an air mattress, that means I'm no longer as heavy a sleeper as I used to be. Or maybe I'm still so stressed that I can't sleep as deeply as I used to. Suppose I'll just have to wait and see how I well I sleep after everything calms down.
It was a very quiet Doheny for us. We mostly kept to ourselves. It was a little weird. It was also strange that Grandpa wasn't there. They named the horseshoe tournament after him though. That was pretty rad.
I've still got a lot of things rattling around in my head, so I apologize if this seems disjointed. I may try to read myself to sleep in a little bit. Watched three movies last night. Not really in the mood to watch another one for a few days. Well. Depends on the movie.
Speaking of the movies I watched last night... Twilight is jokes. I think I've watched it six times in three weeks. Hilarity. It's good to knit to. It's full of ridiculous lines. He sparkles in sunlight. Too amusing for words. It's even better when you watch it with a friend who is prepared to cackle right along with you at all the stunted dialogue and horribly-done teenage awkwardness.
But let's not forget the fact that while he may look 17, he's really 90 or something. That makes the entire series gross. FACT. I have a few more bones to pick with the author, but I'll save that for another blog/rant.
I am still in the midst of a frantic job search. I can work full-time now that classes are over, but I'm hesitant to take an entry-level receptionist job because I don't think I'll get paid enough. Plus all the ads I've seen are looking for a receptionist/office bitch. For the peanuts they're paying, I'm not interested. I'm trying for some sort of logistics job, but I feel bad because I know I'm going to have to quit at the end of the summer. Or go part-time. But I suppose I'll deal with that once it actually becomes an issue.
I have an ungodly amount of nervous energy pent up. I know exactly why, but have yet to come up with a feasible way to get rid of it all. I truly detest being nervous. Especially around people who may know me well enough by now to recognize it.
I have finally come up with a book idea I might actually take the time to sit down and write. Maybe I'll start outlining that tonight instead of reading. Probably not.
Ah hell. I can't even ramble anymore. Time to figure out some way to put myself to sleep that doesn't involve Tylenol PM or Nyquil.
G'nite.
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