Today my dad came up to help move my stuff back to their place for the summer...he took one look at the state of my room, heaved a HUGE SIGH, and then said he would be back at 6 a.m. and everything should be ready to go. He handed me two rolls of duct tape, and skedaddled back to his hotel. 6 freaking a.m....is he kidding? So, I will be getting about 3 hours of sleep and then walking up and down 5 flights of stairs four hundred times before the sun even comes up. This is an evil and terrible way to make me spend my first weekend as a post-1L.
The good news is, that instead of wrapping and boxing and taping, I watched Bridget Jones's Diary with the roomie and am now madly in love with Colin Firth for the thirty seventh time. Every time I watch that movie I become a huge sap in a way that I can't say I'm prone to in real life...or at least not that I would admit to. I get all crazy about John Hannah every time I watch Sliding Doors too. And James Spader in Secretary (although that perhaps is not in fitting with the traditional romantic girl-meets-boy-and-it-turns-out-to-be-kismet story line in the other two...but somehow it's even better when the characters really do turn out to be meant for each other, even if it's through mutual love of a good spanking...every time I make a typo I just can't help but think of E. Edward Grey reaching for his red pen...yummy). Geez. Note to self: get life.
