It's getting closer...and I'm starting to freak out. In a good way, but still. There's just so much stuff to think about and get done, and I'm going to be in TCI for three months. Insanity.
Yesterday I got to try out my new (well, used but in extremely good shape) SCUBA equipment in one of the local pools. And good news! I didn't drown! So it all works, and I'm all set to go. Also, diving in a pool is actually really fun. You know when you're little and you figure out how to sit on the bottom of the pool, but you can only do it for like two seconds before you have to come up for air? YOU CAN SIT THERE AS LONG AS YOU WANT! It's awesome. 10-year-old me was so happy. And current me is PSYCHED.
And then today I went shopping. I hate shopping. It's frustrating and time consuming and there's no way to do it efficiently. Also, people kept looking at me like I had three heads when I asked for summer stuff, and then would explain veeeeery slowly where the clearance rack was. It's like they're saying "Don't you know it's January outside?" and I'm like, "No, I must have missed that while I was trudging over snowbanks. Thanks for telling me, guess I'll go buy winter coats instead." But seriously. I should wear a sign that says GOING ABROAD TO THE OCEAN or something.
In defense of the poor store workers who were confused by me, it is very difficult to find sundresses and skirts in New England in January. I feel like I've been to every clothing store in Western Mass. But I did find shorts and skirts, plus sunscreen and biodegradable soap (for ocean showers!). So now I just have to pack it all. Somehow...
Also, in case anyone missed my post about this on the book of face, IMDb lists Toy Story 3 as a comedy. WHAT IS THAT ABOUT. Did they watch that movie?
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