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....