Bus to JFK in about an hour. See y’all in 27 months!!!

For the love of God, PLEASE provide XML feeds to your websites. If you are a blogspot or livejournal user, no problem. You’ve got one. You just don’t know it. I can grab it with your username. If you are a regular blogger user, you’ve got one too! What? *gasp* But how?

To set up your feed using blogger:
1. Log-in to blogger.
2. Click Settings > Site Feed
3. Select Yes where it asks you whether you want to publish a feed, then select Full descriptions (please please please).
4. Enter paths for feeds (these should be similar to those of your blog). For example, you might want to enter feed.xml for the feed filename, and, if your site were example.com, http://www.example.com for the URL.
5. Click Save.
6. Go to your site template, and add in a link to your feed. Using the example above, it would be http://www.example.com/feed.xml.

Pictures are now up at pictures.subjectverbobject.com. It’s a bit ugly, but I’ll get things looking a little bit nicer maybe tonight. Hopefully I’ll get some pictures from France scanned and up this weekend too.

Haha.

Yeah right.

Seriously. I am currently weighing in at 59 lbs. Mom tells me that the scale is off by a little bit, but still. With a possible weight limit of 80 lbs, I’m fucking SET.

It is easy to make a weight limit when you are an IDIOT and have no idea whether you’ve got 70 or 80 lbs.

UPDATE: 72 lbs. I am love.

Everything fits (with space to spare!). Too bad I’m 5 lbs over the limit. I was chatting with Lyle the other day, explaining that weight was far more a worry for me than fitting everything in my bags. I pack like a demon . . . lots of crap in a small space is no problem. It’s getting rid of the stuff that’s difficult. :-p

Gotta cut 10 lbs at least. Go, Carpenter, Go!!!!

No, really.

For those of you who have yet to experience the theresa packing-fu . . . just wait. It’s a sight to behold.

Round two starts tomorrow.

Thanks to everyone who came out last night! It was great to see y’all. Pictures of the show’ll get posted eventually. After I finish packing. ;) Haha.

It’s weird, how some choices seem so small when you make them, but end up affecting your life far more than expected. This would have been my age-out summer with the Crossmen. I didn’t do it for two reasons: I wanted to say good-bye, instead of essentially checking out in January, like in high school, and I wanted to get to Africa as soon as humanly possible.

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Today was my last day of work. Hellsyeah. One week to pack up my bags, pack away my room, and generally get ready.

I spent Sunday acting like a goof-ball tourist in DC with my best friend. We had a great time. Sometimes, it’s just fun to let loose, be loud, obnoxious, and shallow on the metro, and be idiots taking pictures at monuments. Highlights include:

Gorgeous weather. And some amazing monuments. I’d never been to the FDR memorial before. It’s pretty incredible. The political message was pretty clear too, and it wasn’t just peace (although that was a large part of it). Mmmmm. Liberals. Mmmmmm. Shaddup. I am a liberal. Socially anyway.

“My new goal for the day is to take pictures of lots of naked men.” Lots of well-built men running around on the mall, then tanning in DuPont. Objectification? Absolutely. Tacky? Yeah, that too. Do I care? Nope.

“Theresa, I owe you a soda.” That would be for a picture I’ll put up later.

People watching. I’m gonna miss it. Not that it won’t be absolutely fascinating in Benin, but DuPont Circle really is my favorite people watching spot (in the world . . . so far). There’s just something about sitting in the grass there, watching the world pass by, that I haven’t found anywhere else.

City Lights. One of those places I’ve been meaning to visit for oh say, forever. I was just going to move it to the “when I get home” list, but decided to hit it anyway, mostly because why not, but also because of a comment ben left below. OH MY GOD, WHY DID I WAIT SO LONG?!?! That’s some good Chinese.

“That didn’t make you uncomfortable, did it?” “Oh, no. It’s just part of life with Theresa!” I didn’t realize that offering random men rides from the metro to campus might make Ellie uncomfortable until after I’d done it. Story isn’t acually sketch at all. Cute Brit asks for directions. Theresa realizes the shuttle doesn’t run on weekends and offers him a ride. Life with Theresa indeed. :-p

Pictures coming soon!