laurenhill

Jane Eyre, by the better Bronte sister.

Who knew that Charlotte was so much better than Emily? I had no idea until I started reading this. Sure, Wuthering Heights has it’s moments… but I never really got into the book until I saw that made-for-TV-special. Charlotte seems to have  a much stronger grasp on the english language. Her writing is more descriptive, more romantic, and certainly more beautiful. I like it.

am finally getting around to listening to The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill. It’s about time right? Our names are only different by one letter, after all.

Too bad I’m not nearly as cool as she is.

So I’m back, finally.

It’s perfect.

I wish I could have spent the end of the week here instead of in Pennsylvania, but I suppose it was worth it to go visiting.  Highlights of the trip? Surprisingly… not Thanksgiving. Unfortunately. Really, the best part was visiting my Dad’s old family friends and shopping on Black Friday.

Yeah, I bought the best outfit I have ever owned in my life. One sleeved silver ruffled top from Banana Republic and the sexiest heels I could afford from Nine West. Beautiful.

But seeing all these people from my Dad’s past really was interesting. They’re such good people… friendly and welcoming and entertaining. I liked seeing them. Today we visited some reaalllly old family friends and it was just ridiculous. These guys are 90+ years old, live alone in a mansion built in the 1930s, and look like they could be about 75. Ridiculous. This house was by far the most incredible house I had been in that wasn’t a museum. They had grown up in the house, and since neither one of them ended up married (they’re brother and sister), they just stayed there. The family was filthy rich, for whatever reason, and apparently they never found suitable matches of the same high class. The house really is like something out of a movie.. all of this old english panelling on the walls, a HUGE gilt mirror (seriously, it took up a whole wall), hand stitched needle-point chairs…. and not one, not two, but THREE grand pianos. Seriously. Three. Necessary? No. But they can afford it.

Now I must stop procrastinating and do laundry and clean up my room before I head out tonight. Hmph.

I leave tomorrow night and never come back?
I’m beyond excited, but it’s been a little sad thinking about leaving these people behind. Especially this weekend, just because it was so epic.

Oh well. I don’t regret leaving Chicago for a second. Particularly because winter will be here soon… but mostly because the prospect of a new school is just so EXCITING.

And stress-inducing. Because I still don’t know where I’m going. Great.