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Today, I have mixed news.
'Mixed' being a euphemism for 'whatever random stuff happened to me recently'
On one hand, I read an article today that says (with appropriate calculations) that for someone my weight anything over 12 pounds in the way of loaded backpacks may cause damage to my back. Since my scale is persnickity I weighed myself, and then myself holding my books and stuff. 14 pounds. Just for the binder and two books. Ha. Two books alone weigh twelve pounds, and I have five.
On the other hand, I got a bottle of something- mainly because it was a cool teardrop-shaped bottle- and it turned out to be this really good drink of orange and tangerine juice with sparkling water, tart and sweet and refreshing. It reminds me of the Shirley Temples they serve in Canada, which are basically the same thing but with a bit of grenadine, and which you can't get here.
On the first hand again, I'm constantly drowsy and sleep-deprived and my homework could choke a horse, even if I was a sport and ran the papers through the shredder first.
Again to the second hand, I'm reading "The Last Herald-Mage Trilogy" by Mercedes Lackey, which is my favorite book (yes, I know it's technically three, but bear with me) of all time and never fails to both cheer me up and depress me. And I'm madly in love with Vanyel. Curse Lackey for making all the handsome men gay, and bless her for being a brill genius.
However, to top it all off and tip the scales, my local renfaire is having a Jack Sparrow look-a-like contest. Which means either fun laughing at guys who really don't look like Jack Sparrow, or admiring all the guys who do. Or both.
~Winning either way, Kit
'Mixed' being a euphemism for 'whatever random stuff happened to me recently'
On one hand, I read an article today that says (with appropriate calculations) that for someone my weight anything over 12 pounds in the way of loaded backpacks may cause damage to my back. Since my scale is persnickity I weighed myself, and then myself holding my books and stuff. 14 pounds. Just for the binder and two books. Ha. Two books alone weigh twelve pounds, and I have five.
On the other hand, I got a bottle of something- mainly because it was a cool teardrop-shaped bottle- and it turned out to be this really good drink of orange and tangerine juice with sparkling water, tart and sweet and refreshing. It reminds me of the Shirley Temples they serve in Canada, which are basically the same thing but with a bit of grenadine, and which you can't get here.
On the first hand again, I'm constantly drowsy and sleep-deprived and my homework could choke a horse, even if I was a sport and ran the papers through the shredder first.
Again to the second hand, I'm reading "The Last Herald-Mage Trilogy" by Mercedes Lackey, which is my favorite book (yes, I know it's technically three, but bear with me) of all time and never fails to both cheer me up and depress me. And I'm madly in love with Vanyel. Curse Lackey for making all the handsome men gay, and bless her for being a brill genius.
However, to top it all off and tip the scales, my local renfaire is having a Jack Sparrow look-a-like contest. Which means either fun laughing at guys who really don't look like Jack Sparrow, or admiring all the guys who do. Or both.
~Winning either way, Kit