Prepping for North Carolina

Remember how this was a blog about travelling? Well, starting tomorrow, it is again!

I'm leaving tomorrow morning to go to North Carolina with my boyfriend and his family. Where in North Carolina? Apparently, I can't be bothered to find out. I also can't be bothered to pack. And what do I do when I can't be bothered to pack? Blog about it.

Unfortunately, I don't have enough time to not be bothered anymore. See, I put it off for so long, that now I really need to pack, so that I can sleep, so that I can be in the car by 7 AM to be at the bf's family's house by 7:30 AM. We have a 5 or 6 hour drive ahead of us tomorrow, which is long. It isn't long enough to get us to South of the Border though, which is somehow both a shame and a relief. Whenever I think of driving south down the coast I always end up thinking of South of the Border. People who live on the west coast have no idea what they're missing:

This is the least offensive SotB image I could find. 

I am really excited for this trip though. I love my boyfriend's family. Last summer we took a trip to Florida that was rad. We stopped in Savannah and Charleston also, and I took bushels of pictures. This is one of my favorites:

Because I'm not above sticking my camera through fences and taking pictures of people's backyards. Their verandas! I swear to the Lord. So gorgeous. Looking back through those pictures, I have a ton of ones that could be captioned "someone's backyard." I can't help it. I lived in Georgia for four of my formative years. Give me some big porches and palmetto trees and I'm a happy girl. We'll see what I can come up with on my way to the beach tomorrow. Time to go pack... and shoo my boyfriend away from the car snacks.

XOX

Emilia

The ravings of a deranged bibliophile (bibliophibian?)

Things that take up too much time that I don't have:

• ironing
• eating
• blogging
• the internet
• work
• writing
• reading

I can only do so many of these things in a day. And I don't get paid to do the ones I really want to do, so instead I have to cut back on doing them so I can eat and iron and be ready for work. So that I can get paid. Life is dreadful and confusing.

I'm having to come to terms with "giving up" on a book for the first time in a long time because 1. it is a library book and 2. other things (see: EVERYTHING FROM THAT STUPID LIST UP THERE) are preventing me from finishing this book. Yes, even other books. Because working at a library is a temptation the likes of which I have never experienced before. I used to think toy stores and book stores and ice cream shoppes and boys were all bad, but that was before I became a librarian. I can get any book in the state of Maryland. Any book I want. I dare you to try and stop me. (Power like this should never be given to a deranged bibliophile. I literally love every book. And now have means to get to them. It's a dangerous time for books everywhere.)

This is my life. Real and true. (www.wondermark.com)

I've started referring to things like this as "librarian problems." But I'm sure I need to develop a more general term for it. For now, I'll have to settle with "crazy book people problems"

Time to go iron and eat and get ready for work.

XOX
Emilia