I'm back in the States... Not sure how I feel about that, other than the anticipation of my oral exams (second time around) and finding a new apartment gently tingling in my toes (=other regions of my body need not be named.)
I'm watching a movie tonight with Emily - Once. It's about buskers in Ireland, a one-night stand, and some really good music. Should be good for Em and I, Shayne declined. Then again, as Emily's boyfriend, he is obligated to only a few not-interesting-to-guys movies a year. Em's Dad called him Charles Atlas, to point out how very anti-rotund Shayne is. You know, like calling a fat guy Slim. I like Charlie Atlas better. Makes Shayne seem more approachable. Which he isn't, again supporting the idea of the nickname.
Emily became an aunt today - a little six-legged insect to Oliver Warrick Bach. Seven pounds eleven ounces. And that's fliud ounces since baby fat starts to fade away after a few years right? I mean, I still maintain that my baby fat never left me, but whatever.... It's either baby fat or a really easy way to fake a pregnancy with annoying men at bars.
Speaking of fat, I totally don't look it in my new jeans I bought at Old Navy today. When all your clothes are dirty, buy new ones!
And to conclude...
I am having a bad hair day.