Eat, Pray, Love, Beg for it to be over.

Damn that movie was long. Two and a half hours of cheesy chick flick. now, don't get me wrong, I have nothing against chick flicks. Some of them are very good...for example, I have seen 27 Dresses about 6 times, thanks to Heidi!

Admittedly I am not the movie's target audience, but I mean come on...this movie should have been and hour shorter. In fact, it probably shouldnt have been made at all, because it seems like the book prob had way to many details for a movie. Book people everywhere are shuddering at this cinematic interpretation of this book.

Already?

Oh my, it is time to go back to college....already. I feel like my summer is just kicking into gear...oh well.

Good news! Keuka is finally wireless, like a real college campus!!

So anyway, packing sucks, but I gotta get back to that.

Arrivederci Mary! :(

So our dearest Mary "holy shit" Hydar left for Texas on Friday. AKA our posse is now without its leader and we will be deprived of our proper doses of Mary stories. Mary could make any story hilarious, she is the master of making a seemingly random happening one of the funniest things you've heard in weeks.  And she gets into the weirdest situations... Meg decided she should just "strap a camera to [her] ass," you know, to capture the comedy.

Maine 2010

So I never saw a real moose in Maine. I saw plenty of stuffed ones, printed ones, and even an 800 pound chocolate one, but never a real one (which is prob good), despite the signs on the highways saying "watch for moose crossing". Way to get my hopes up sign.

Here's a bit of summary of my trip:

Before my trip to Maine, I was unsure about how good an idea this would be. Even though Maine is called “vacationland” (on its license plates), it is notorious among some circles as having “gravelly sand and painful oceans”. There were a bounty of hiking and biking options, and like a gazillion nature reserves… but my family tends to get tunnel vision on vacations, and the beach is the light at the end of that tunnel.

So I was worried that my choice of vacation spot would be a dud, that the water would be too cold and the town too boring. Luckily, I was wrong. The water was absolutely freezing (like swimming in glacial run-off) but we went in the ocean anyway, risking hypothermia and the inevitable numbness of the limbs. The sand was quite nice, and the people we really laid back and likable. Wish I had learned French though, because apparently Old Orchard Beach (OOB for short, I swear to God lol) attracts a crazy number of people from Quebec (I heard it called “the Florida of Canada”), and I think either their French or Canadian heritage provides them with quite a different body image, because I have never seen so many overweight people wearing all-too-revealing bathing suits. My sister was kind enough to point out this man in the ocean (which, as I think I may have mentioned, was really freaking cold!) who was wearing a thong…so every time the waves receded, the entire beach had a wonderful view of nearly his entire butt. Yay. The lifeguards were cute though, so I guess it was okay lol.  

More to come, I swear.