"You show that you are a letter from Christ, the result of our ministry, written not with ink but with the Spirit of the living God, not on tablets of stone but on tablets of human hearts." --2 Corinthians 3:3

Gray-Ink
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Ghibli

I always forget how much I adore Miyazaki's films until I watch them again and I fall head over heels all over again. I've been itching to watch Howl's Moving Castle for the last couple of days because I've been reading the sequel to it. If you're in the mood to read something silly and magical and a little chaotic go pick up House of Many Ways by Diana Wynne Jones. I adored it. It didn't really follow Howl and Sophie but they were there and the little glimpses the reader got of them were great.

Tan-Lines

My mom, Twin and I went to the lake today. I wasn't too keen on the idea, mainly because it's no fun to go to the lake unless you have someone to play with, and someone to play with I have not; but Mom really wanted to go so I went. Ended up only getting thigh-deep in the water and laying on a blanket the rest of the time, reading. But I got a good tan. [laughs] Hence the title of this post. I'm not really white anymore! Not that I was really white to begin with...I am Latina after all, but I was feeling pale, so now I don't feel so pasty anymore. Ok, I'll shut up now. But really the lake wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, I've gotten hit on too many times there. Bah, it gets old after a while...but I think my sister and I were some of the oldest kid-type people there. There were a lot of prepubescent boys there making crude jokes and doing belly-flops off the landing, and then a ton of screaming, wailing, wet kiddies playing on the toys that were thankfully nowehere near where I was. But I had an ok time. Like I said, I got a tan. So I'm happy.

Thus is Life

You know you have completely failed at having a social life when you eat McDonalds french-fries for dinner while watching some golf tournament on TV.

I'm in desperate need of good writing--but I'm going through a dry spell right now.

...Not much else to say.

Independence Day

I had a Mexican Coke today. I was going through serious Mexican Coca-Cola withdrawls. [laughs] Seriously, if you live anywhere near a tiendo [Mexican store] you need to go buy a Coke in a glass bottle. Make sure it says "Hecho en Mexico" on the side. They use unrefined sugar, so it's sweeter and not as--for lack of a better term--purified tasting.

Anyways, happy Independence Day to everyone in the US of A. My town, because we're a ridiculously small, Redneck-y town, has fireworks tonight instead of tomorrow. Don't ask me why, maybe it's because all of us country-folk can't count. [For the record, I--depsite my country roots--can count.] But regardless, we're going to the fireworks tonight. I actually love the fireworks. I wish we could set some off in our backyard, that way we would forgo the traffic and the hoards of people who go to the fireworks show. I want to set some off when we go to the beach in a couple of weeks. Nothing better than the smell of fireworks.

It's NOT the Swine Flu. I SWEAR.

So, I've been sick ever since I got back from Mexico, and finally yesterday my mom forced me into going to the doctor. I just have a really bad cough and the sniffles, but NO. They had to stick me in a room, make me wear one of those creepy white masks surgeons wear and wait until my swine flu test came back negative. It was negative, by the way. No swine flu for Ink. But seriously. One of the nurses with me was all paranoid, it was rather hilarious. But I've just got some kind of virus that is making me hack up a lung--and the medicine they put me on makes me feel sick to me stomach...so I'm not taking it anymore. It's not really helping that much anyways. I'm feeling better, though... People keep telling me I have the swine flu. I don't.