CRAZY.
I feel like this summer has gone by both extremely slow and incredibly fast.
Today I finished up my packing, gathered all of my important papers together and watched Winning London. Yes, I am talking about that old Mary Kate and Ashley movie. Shut up.
Several eventful conversations took place tonight as well.
First of all, my mother gave me the basic plot line of the movie Taken, which I have not seen, and pretty much told me not to be stupid. However, my brother informed me that if I did get into trouble, the only logical thing to do would be to call Liam Neeson. Obviously. I said that I'd put him on my speed dial.
Following dinner, my father decided to quiz me on what to do and what documents I needed to present at customs. This turned into some strange role-playing scene which included my father speaking completely inaudible sentences in an Indian accent and me just standing there giggling, which I really shouldn't do at customs...
Then we decided to weigh my suitcase. The weight limit for checked items is 50 lbs. and I was a bit worried that my suitcase would be too heavy. So we brought a scale up to my room, my dad lifted my suitcase over the scale and then promptly dropped it directly onto his toe. The following dialogue took place:
DAD: Oww! Shoot!
ME: What happened?
DAD: It hit my toe. Crap. I'm injured! Tell Ryan to come pick me up!
ME: Dwight's coming.
DAD: No! Not Dwight! I want Ryan!
ME: You're bleeding on my floor.
DAD: *sigh* Ugh. That was my favorite toe too.
ME: Do you want a Disney princess band aid?
DAD: .............No.
It was quite entertaining. The Ryan/Dwight part is a reference to The Office, for those who are confused right now.
Well. I guess I'll go to bed now.
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