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So I have safely returned to the land of my adolesence, which on the one hand has been nice and on the other hand lolololol.
It started with Special about the planes--LAST-MINUTE SIX-HOUR CHANGE IN MY FLIGHTS WHAT! And then things were delayed going into Chicago, but not (as we were originally told), OUT of it--so basically I had to run from one terminal to the next in the space of about twenty minutes, boarded the plane on time ... then got told we had a delay so please stand by. Cry. On the other hand, I had the row entirely to myself from Chicago to Austin, which was rather nice.
On the OTHER other hand, I am currently reading books by Mary Roach! This includes Bonk: The Curious Coupling of Science and Sex (which I finished), and then I started Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers. Both are really good--I would recommend them, as they're nonfiction but pretty funny and very interesting; her footnotes are alternately hilarious and have really winceworthy bits of information. One was about how this model ate something like nineteen pounds of food in a sitting, blew out her stomach, and died.* HOWEVER--one chapter of Stiff deals with the crash of TWA Flight 800 and basically details the horrible things and ways you die, when your plane bellies up and crashes. FUN TIMES FOR READING IN A DARK NEARLY-EMPTY AIRPLANE. \o/
Then I arrived in Austin and got the sandwich of my childhood (which still tastes just as I remember it, yay :9), admired the brand shiny-new fridge/freezer set my parents apparently had lolarious adventures getting, discussed my finances with my parents (my dad complimented me, what madness is this?!), made movie plans (Mom hasn't seen VICTORIAN DETECTIVES and is willing to go because of my enthusiasm >D), and now I am basically idly catching up on reading a day's worth of flist entries and missing my cat. I have not sniped at or felt sniped at by my parents once. Yay. \o/
NOT A DISASTER SO FAR! LET'S HOPE IT STAYS THIS WAY.
* ETA The quote in question, re: the model mentioned:
I don't even. HOW COULD ANYONE EAT THAT MUCH?! I mean. She died, but--t-to even get that far ...
It started with Special about the planes--LAST-MINUTE SIX-HOUR CHANGE IN MY FLIGHTS WHAT! And then things were delayed going into Chicago, but not (as we were originally told), OUT of it--so basically I had to run from one terminal to the next in the space of about twenty minutes, boarded the plane on time ... then got told we had a delay so please stand by. Cry. On the other hand, I had the row entirely to myself from Chicago to Austin, which was rather nice.
On the OTHER other hand, I am currently reading books by Mary Roach! This includes Bonk: The Curious Coupling of Science and Sex (which I finished), and then I started Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers. Both are really good--I would recommend them, as they're nonfiction but pretty funny and very interesting; her footnotes are alternately hilarious and have really winceworthy bits of information. One was about how this model ate something like nineteen pounds of food in a sitting, blew out her stomach, and died.* HOWEVER--one chapter of Stiff deals with the crash of TWA Flight 800 and basically details the horrible things and ways you die, when your plane bellies up and crashes. FUN TIMES FOR READING IN A DARK NEARLY-EMPTY AIRPLANE. \o/
Then I arrived in Austin and got the sandwich of my childhood (which still tastes just as I remember it, yay :9), admired the brand shiny-new fridge/freezer set my parents apparently had lolarious adventures getting, discussed my finances with my parents (my dad complimented me, what madness is this?!), made movie plans (Mom hasn't seen VICTORIAN DETECTIVES and is willing to go because of my enthusiasm >D), and now I am basically idly catching up on reading a day's worth of flist entries and missing my cat. I have not sniped at or felt sniped at by my parents once. Yay. \o/
NOT A DISASTER SO FAR! LET'S HOPE IT STAYS THIS WAY.
* ETA The quote in question, re: the model mentioned:
The all-time recrod holder would appear to be a twenty-three-year-old London fashion model whose case was described in the April 1985 Lancet. At what turned out to be her last meal, the young woman managed to put away nineteen pounds of food: one pound of liver, two pounds of kidney, a half pound of steak, one pound of cheese, two eggs, two thick slices of bread, one cauliflower, ten peaches, four pears, two apples, four bananas, two pounds each of plums, carrots, and grapes, and two glasses of milk.
I don't even. HOW COULD ANYONE EAT THAT MUCH?! I mean. She died, but--t-to even get that far ...