I'm not really going to comment on Alex's video or diary entry today, because I know there are people out there who are sore at him (which is stupid) for "turning his back on the UK youtube community because he's moving to America" (also stupid, we have plans to go to Summer in the City and are super excited about it; one of my favorite days in London was when we met up with everyone at King's Cross and hung out all day) but the point is, when it comes right down to it, this email I read that was sent anonymously to him made me feel a little like I was to blame, like he was turning his back on his UK friends because of me, and that makes me feel a little uncomfortable.
Personally I have gotten to know a lot of them much better BECAUSE of my relationship with Alex. Liam and I are super close, Lex and I are friends, Rosi and I have been speaking more, Dave and I exchange words now and then, I've spoken with Anna and Johnny and this is all just silly. He wants to better himself and spend more time doing things that will help him be financially able to move to America. That's all. Let him.
How about this. *I* still watch all your videos, so when you post something great, I'll just send him an email telling him to watch it. Problem solved.
Speaking of purging, I got ride of 3 bags of clothes and 2 boxes of boxes/dvds yesterday. Well, by "get rid of" I mean they're now sitting in a pile on my floor, because I'm not quite sure where to take it all. When I lived at home I would just put bags of stuff in the garage and my parents would take care of it. Now I have to like... find a GoodWill myself.
Eia was so impressed... I walked into her room later on last night and she was going through HER clothes. I was happy to inspire.
Spring cleaning is great. :)
In other more happy and exciting news, yesterday afternoon it was 72 degrees here in Seattle. I walked home from school in capris and a tank top, passing tons of sorority girls laying out on their front lawns on towels in their new bikinis. People were playing frisbee, suntanning, studying in the sun.. it was nice. It's supposed to be in the 70's again today. It really doesn't take much here in Washington. We don't get a lot of really warm sunny days, so give us something in the 70's and we're ready to hit the beach.
The best part of my day was when I was sitting in my bedroom, windows open and warm spring air wafting in, and then suddenly, out of nowhere, I hear that unmistakable tinkly musical sound of an ICE CREAM TRUCK.
I was having a conversation with Sam on skype but I completely forgot about it as I ran into Eia's bedroom, said "Is that..?" and she said "YES IT IS," so we each grabbed a fistful of change and RAN down the stairs and out the front door.
I honestly couldn't tell you if he really didn't see us or if he was just a jerkface who liked watching two grown girls run for ice cream, but the ice cream man didn't stop for FIVE BLOCKS. Neither of us were wearing shoes so we literally FLEW down the rocky street barefoot for all that time and my feet STILL hurt, even though it's been a good 12 hours since it happened. But let me just tell you, it was the best Bomb Pop I've ever had (you know, the red white and blue ones?)
Prices have gone up a bit since I was a child though. I used to be able to get a good popsicle, like those ones with the gumball eyes, for a mere dollar. The bomb pop cost me $2 and the gumball eyes ones were $2.50! Do they think the children of America are made of money?
I got 55 comments on my last blog as of right now and I just wanted to thank all of you, again. I really really enjoy reading what you have to say, and check for your comments a bit more than I should for someone who is trying to purge Internet habits. xD
I'm really flattered by the amount of you who say you look forward to reading my blog every day or that you like my writing style. It makes me smile every time because I never expected a public blog I made would get this kind of response. I kept paper journals my entire life; I hastily scribbled things about boys I liked or friends I fought with or things my parents did that upset me in marbled composition notebooks from age 9 to pretty much like a year ago. It was always such a solitary activity, and I am really enjoying making it bit more interactive here.
So basically I'll never stop showing you gratitude because you guys amaze me every day.
Today's Word: Coscop
A person who keeps costumed conference participants in order, rather like the fashion police. -Ariel
(I just have this wonderful mental image of police with beat-sticks at a HP conference... haha)
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