So, last trip of the summer!  I'm going to Canada for the week with my family for the Shaw Festival in Niagara-on-the-Lake.  It's a family tradition - this'll be our ninth summer going.  We'll be seeing eight plays in four days while we're up there, two of them by George Bernard Shaw (St. Joan and the Philanderer), who the festival is dedicated to.  He's one of my favorite playwrights. :D

On a side note, I've noticed I haven't written a lot of fic lately.  I have a bunch of fics I want to write, and I have a few snippets written already, but I've just been too crazed over homework to give myself time to write.  Anyway, hopefully once school starts and all this mess is out of the way I can get back to writing.

Gotta finish packing, be back in a week!

That's right!  As of 10:00 this morning, my high-speed internet has been up and running, and I have been surfing the net since then at the speed of light.  I swear, I almost kissed the computer guy on his way out, I was so ecstatic.  I've been downloading music like a fiend and visiting random sites just because I can now, without it taking an hour for the page to load.  *happy sigh*

Also, this may be the prettiest sentence I've read all summer:

English 12 Summer Reading
Due: Parts I, II, and III are due as one portfolio on Monday, September 10th.

Seeing as school beings Wednesday, September 5th, you know what that means?  I am completely ditching my English homework until further notice.  Now I can concentrate on Physics and Spanish and get that out of the way without having to freak out about all the essays I'm not writing.  And I can go to Canada on Sunday with my family worry-free because I have a whole extra week, HAHA!  (And yes, I did wait until mid-August to read my assignment sheet, shut up.)

LIFE IS GOOD.

I just had the most bizarre phone conversation.  It went like this:

Me: Hello?
Unknown caller: Hey, Nora!  It's Patty!
Me: Um...?  I'm sorry, who?
Pat: Patty!  You know, Patricia?  Don't you remember me?
Me: Um...yeah, sure.
Pat: Hey, I was just calling to see how you were!  How's school going?
Me: What?  Uh...pretty good.
Pat: Great, so what grade are you in now?
Me: I'm going to be a senior.
Pat: Wow!  Top of the food chain!  Do you have a boyfriend?
Me: I...wha, no?
Pat: *laughs* Have you ever had a boyfriend?
Me: Yeah, awhile ago.  Guy from camp.
Pat: So, how far did you get with him?
Me: I'm sorry, what?
Pat: *laughs* Well, I've gotta go!  Bye!
Me: ...WTF?!?!

I DON'T KNOW ANY PATTYS.  I can't even recall meeting a Patricia in my life.  Well, the only Patty I know was the evil bitch who slept with everyone in Indiana and subsequently broke my Uncle's heart, but I only met her maybe twice and we certainly never chatted on the phone.  Even if there was a girl at Brown named Patricia I might've met, I didn't give out my home phone number to anyone.  SO WHO THE FUCK IS THIS PATTY, AND WHY IS SHE INTERSTED IN MY LOVE LIFE?!

At least, I'm done reading Don Quixote.  God, I have never wanted to throw a book out the window more in my life.  It's not that the writing was too difficult to read - although trudging through pages of DQ's flowery speeches was no picnic - it's just it was so stupid!  As I told emmybuns696, there's only so many hundred pages of DQ getting beaten senseless and completely mangling his absurd "adventures" a girl can take before it is too much.  I would've been finished five days ago except I got to page 700 and just ran out of steam.  Writing these essays and keeping a positive outlook on Mr. W's love child is going to be pretty difficult, and it certainly isn't going to be done by August 16 (sorry Dad).

While I was in my reading slump, though, I discovered the show Top Chef on Bravo and now I'm totally addicted.  They had a marathon on today and I must've watched at least seven episodes.  Does anyone else love cooking shows as much as me?  I do not cook and my dad won't let me within five feet of the kitchen when he's cooking, so getting the chance to see a roomful of chefs up front, cooking up a storm is such an exciting experience.  The one thing I don't like about these competitive shows is that there's always an asshole contestant with a superiority complex and the classic I-don't-need-to-be-liked-I'm-here-to-win attitude.  And the worst part is they're never eliminated; instead they drag down the rest of the competitors and get them kicked off.  Excuse me, I don't care how delicious your risotto is, just GO HOME, you're killing my happy time, kthnxbye.

Also, still no wireless.  It's been over two weeks - I've had to resort to using dial-up, which is just cruel and unusual.  And even though Dad bought a new router, apparently the set-up guy won't get back from vacation until NEXT WEEK.  Excuse me while I go behead a teddy bear. *RAGE*