"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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Home Again, Home Again.

I'm back from the beach. And I'm glad to be. I missed home.

I got my fall placement letter for dance and I'm a little pissed off. My classes are REALLY late at night. I like having my evenings to myself, thank you very much. I've got ballet on Monday from 6:15-7:30, Pointe on Thursday from 7:30-8:45. I think that's way too late to be dancing. I'm always beat by like 6 o'clock and my teacher thinks I'll be able to dance until that late at night. She's delusional. And I'm also a little pissed because she wrote on my placement letter the classes that I'm to assist...but the note she wrote makes no sense whatsoever. For one, she spelled assisting wrong, which is really annoying to my grammar police self. And then she also put down Pre-Dance maybe? Like I could do pre-dance. Pre-dance, for those of you blessed enough to not know what it is, is little kids all under the age of five jumping around like bunnies and playing those songs games that you do in kindergarten. I'm not good with really little kids. Apparently my teacher/boss seems to think I would be. She obviously doesn't know me very well...

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Beach week is coming to a close. Despite my love of the ocean, I'm ready to go home. I miss my bed, mainly. I haven't slept well in the last week, mainly because I got to sleep well past midnight on most nights and because of my insomnia, I get up before 7. And now I don't feel well, I think I'm making myself sick. But I slept for like three hours this afternoon, apparently everyone else ditched me to go down to the beach while I passed out on the couch. I only really woke up because my cousin's two-year-old son woke up from his nap so he decided he was going to come snuggle on the couch with me, and hey I wasn't conlaining. He hasn't been too lovey-dovey all week [he's usally been a terror, being in the 'terrible-two's' and all...] so I took what I could get.

I feel the need to reiterate how awesome the book The Time Traveler's Wife was. Everytime I see the movie trailer I start to cry. This is what happens when you're a teenage girl who has officially fallen in love with fictional characters. I totally love the book. I want to read it again. I would if I could, but my cousin has my copy and she's currently sobbing her way through it. [We both keep crying whenever we talk about it/see the trailer.] But in all seriousness. It was one of the best books I've ever read. It was kind of girly, because it did have romance in it, but I don't think it would deter male readers just because there was action in it and the romance wasn't all that sappy. Ok, so parts of it were...anywho... [laughs] But really, we've all decided that the three of us [my sister, cousin and I] are going to go see it when it comes out. We'll have to remember to stock up on the tissues before-hand....

The Time Traveler's Wife

So, I finally saw the trailer for The Time Traveler's Wife yesterday morning. My cousin and my sister had been constantly saying that they were going to go see this movie. They had to go see this movie when it comes out. I thought the premise sounded cool, but I hadn't seen the trailer so I was skeptical. I watched the trailer. It almost made me cry. I'm a total, sappy loser. So my sister and I researched the book the movie is based on and decided we wanted to read it. And now I've lost the last couple of hours of my life to that book. It's the best book I've read all year and that's saying something considering I've read 30+ books already. If you're looking for a good read The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger is it. Go read it. Now. Seriously. I'm not even half way down with it and it's amazing. And when the movie comes out, expect a sobby kind of post from me because I'm pretty sure I'll end up seeing it the day it comes out.

SEVERAL HOURS LATER, and Ink has finished the book: I've never, I repeat NEVER cried like that at the end of a book. I don't know if it was because I found the ending terribly sad, or if it was because the book was over, or what. But I finished the book, tossed it onto the empty space on the bed beside me and wept for a solid five minutes. It was pretty pathetic. I'm still a littl teary-eyed and I can feel a sob building in my chest.

Day One of BEACH WEEK

So, I had every intention of going over to Movie Sign to actually be part of the fun. I have highspeed Internet here at the lovely beach house we've rented and it's really nice. So I saw the post over on the Watercooler about it and so I was like AWESOME I'm going. 7:30 rolls around my my sister, cousin, cousin's girlfriend and I were sent across the street to this diner for blueberry pie. It must've been the blueberry pie from heaven because it was 25 bucks a pie. We needed to buy two, because there's so many of us here. So we go over there with $50 dollars and the nice little old lady behind the counter rings it up and it was a couple of dollars over because someone needed to buy more pie. So we looked at this lady and were like "we don't have enough money". So Sista pulls out her awesome ninja math skills and figures we need to buy by the slice not two entire pies.

After the pie-run from hell, we decided it was time for my cousin to give everyone haircuts [for free, because she's that awesome]. So 8 o'clock and I'm getting my haircut, so I didn't go to the chat. Crap. But I have a pretty awesome haircut now. I straightened it and everything but the humidity kind of ruined the straightening. I was trying to take a good picture of it to show you guys but I don't want one where you can see my face but I couldn't get a good angle hiding my ugly mug. I don't want to go all pixelated, like Witness Protection-style. Hopefully sometime I'll be able to get a good picture... :/

It's kind of overcast here [well not right now it's not, because it's 10 at night] but it's been rather dreary. The waves were really rough today, too. I was the only girl that went out really deep. My cousin's girlfriend got hurt and my sister went for a walk and my two female cousins didn't want to go that deep...and one of them's pregnant so I don't blame her, it was rough out there. But we seriously need some sun. You can't go to the beach without it being sunny! That just defeats the purpose. So pray for sunny days on the Atlantic!

Ink is at the Beach.

Be jealous.

So, we got to the beach house at about 3-ish this afternoon. The rest of the family arrived around four. So now we're all just settling in and getting food cooked and debating lounging at our awesome pool. Life is good.