Warning: boring post ahead

Normally I wouldn't post about something as insignificant as a visit to the Grandpop's condo, a full 15 minutes away from my house if you don't break the speed limit once on the way over, but it was between that and familial disruptions; that's really all that's going on in my life right now - grandparents and arguments. So I chose the more cheery of the subjects to give Monica something upbeat, if a bit mundane, to read about ;)

Grandpop moved from condo #45 in the Thomas Paine building to #25, same building. Three floors down, and on the opposite side of the building, this was a big step for good ol' Grandpop. My mom, in one of her flurries of daughterliness, shooed Ally, Jackie, and me out of the house on Wednesday, telling us we had to help him unpack. Poor Grandpop had no idea we were coming, and though we were a help, there's no situation in which the McA______ sisters aren't a bit of a disruption as well.

Ally cannot tackle any task without singing. Loud, high notes. Which makes life a bit more difficult for a kind, old man with a hearing aid. Jackie and I took a more silent approach, putting books and pictures on bookshelves, and only when Grandpop instructed us to. Of course, my desire to both be a perfectionist and to hide it don't come from nowhere. Grandpop kept waffling back and forth: Put these books on this shelf. Oh, but they have an order. But I can put them in order later, it really doesn't matter... Put the records on the shelf beneath the television. Keep them in order, they're alphabetical. But by genre. See, the musicals are first. But, oh, it doesn't really matter... The china goes in here, just stack it up. Except the plates, they go behind. But it doesn't matter. Oh, and the tea cups. Obviously put them in saucers symmetrically on shelves. Or however you want to...

In the end, he was really happy to have us over, as always. And who doesn't love a proud Grandpop - they're the best. Jackie and I felt bad about his collection of movies and books (one movie was entitled "See what I mean: a guide to reading lips"), but Grandpop's a jovial type. Plus, who can't love a guy who lives in a building called Thomas Paine?

It is so amusing to me that people have found my blog searching for "videos break dance antofagasta" and "girls deflowering pictures", and I have no idea why.

Disappointment

I am shocked and aghast at the fact that the OC, in such crazy states as Iowa, and perhaps others, is TWO WEEKS behind schedule (please see comments to my previous post). First off, I am absolutely offended that the (surely) lovely people down at Fox would think that we could hold their OC secrets to ourselves for two whole weeks!! Do they actually think us capable of that? Do they imagine us to have self-restraint? The OC happens to be, for those of us who consider ourselves the thinking portion of the program's viewership, a dramatic, scandal-icious break from the monotony of college life. (Or the drama of college life that is way less interesting because it is happening to us and not TV stars.) This is our hour a week to return to age 17 (no wisecracks here)... how are we expected to then turn around and be mature enough not to spoil plot lines for our friends to the west? I ask you, where is the justice?

Second, I am so so so sorry for spilling the beans. I assure you, Lauren, it will never happen again. Enjoy the episode, Mijita.

In the spirit of my ultra-competitive high school, I post the link Monica sent me, listing us as the 195th high school in the country. I suppose top 200 is not too bad…let’s not mention that the ranking system is based only on AP tests, an inappropriate measurement, if you ask me. Really, I just like shout-outs to Monica. She is my hot blogging beauty.

For the sake of blogging...

Well, my not-so-secret-admirer (I’m going with Monica, anyone else agree?) I will please you with a blog, but I must say, you will most likely be sorely disappointed. Finals finished without any major breakdowns, I returned home and (due to my mother’s back injury that kept her out of the process for the whole day) there were no parental freak-outs to speak of. Really, the most exciting thing that has happened in the past few days is when I pulled into my driveway this evening – correction - attempted to pull into my driveway, and failed. This was because there were several cars blocking my way. I celled Jackie (third child, with whom I share a room) to figure out why the hell my driveway was filled with unfamiliar cars, and she came outside to tell me there was a huge party next door. As we were chatting at the bottom of my drive, I saw two randoms wander into our house. Me: Who are those people? Jackie: I don’t know. Me: Why are they going into our house? Jackie: I don’t know. Okay, so this is mildly interesting, but wasn’t there a much more dramatic and drawn out plot of this sort just two weeks ago on the OC? I mean, sure we have a pool house, but it’s locked and used for storage, so no real sex potential, and we don’t even have a pool to go along with it. That means, of course, no girls can od on drug a or b and nearly drown, barely escaping death. Life at this point, is a bit boring. If anything big happens, or if I think of more interesting commentary, I’ll keep you up to date.