All right. Time for a new post from my computer with pictures and everything. My last few posts have been so text-heavy and boring. I added a couple of pictures so be sure to go back and check them out.
Let's see. On Saturday, I went tubing down the Guadalupe River with the hobbit and some friends from college that I haven't seen in forever. Unfortunately, I don't have pictures because I was afraid of what the heat would do to my camera, which would have been locked in the car. Too bad or I could have posted some pictures of the topless sluts that were everywhere on the river. I couldn't believe it. I have been tubing many times and have never seen that before. I really hope they aren't doing the same thing next month when I am going out there with my brother's family and their 8-year-old son. At least all the guys in my group were very, very happy.
Despite the fact that I applied spf45 sunscreen very frequently on the river, I still managed to get blotchily sunburned. Damn my Irish ancestry. Now I smear on green goo at every opportunity because it feels so good and hopefully wards off the impending skin cancer.
Look how stupid my legs look
On the drive back to San Antonio afterwards, I had to drive the hobbit's car because he was a little, shall we say, tipsy. Well, as we were exiting off the highway to get some food, there was a drunk driver in front of us and he was all over the place. He careened towards the concrete divider and both of us both thought, "This is it." We would have either ran into him or he would have bounced back into us (concrete dividers on both sides of the one-lane exit). The driver somehow managed to not hit the divider, I'm guessing by centimeters. I let him get way ahead of us. My heart was in my throat for minutes after that. It's a miracle if that guy got home without killing himself or someone else. I've seen drunk drivers before but not any that have been that dangerous. Actually, that's not entirely correct. I remember one time in college when I was riding in a friend's car at night and we saw a truck in front of us with a stop sign lodged underneath and skidding sparks on the road. I was laughing my ass off at the time (umm, drunk) but I'm sure my friend didn't find it quite so funny.
I guess I can post some pictures of the stuff I bought in San Antonio. I showed great restraint this time around because I usually go a little wild (the shopping in my neck of the woods is sub-par). The only things I bought, besides food and entertainment stuff, were:
- Cute camcorder bag: I only had a standard black one at home. This one doesn't scream "tourist" when I have it with me, rather, it says, "stylish film student who will be famous someday." Wouldn't that be nice?
- Stella Sheer perfume: The original Stella McCartney scent was a little too strong for me but this one is perfect. I would describe it as a tart rose scent. It's fantastic. And the bottle will look great sitting on my bathroom counter. :) (I'm all about how things look. Call me superficial.)
- Crown necklace: I couldn't resist and it was only $5 anyway. I actually used to refer to myself as "Queen Julie" in my high school art class to a friend. Shut up. She thought it was hilarious. Well, now at least I have a crown.
(Not a word about the freckles)
That's about it. I had to say goodbye to the hobbit (very hard but no crying), drive home, and go to work. I have become bored again. At least I only have one more month to go before I can move to San Antonio.