Set to Jet... Well, I'm off for Easter break. That's one nice thing about European education; you get almost a full month of break for Easter. And it happens to be in my favorite month, April! I'm travelling with a small group of friends, and we're hitting up all the great places in Great Britain and Ireland without rushing around too much. I'm really looking forward to the week in Scotland. I have spent a good part of the last two years dreaming about coming to the land of my ancestors, and now I'm doing it. I think, other than studying here in London for the semester, this is one the first BIG dreams I've had that I've actually fulfilled. I hope that I'm not building it up too much in my mind; that usually leads to disappointment. But I have seen so many beautiful pictures of the Highlands; I feel like there's no way I can be disappointed, because I'm simply going to be there, and that's enough.

How do you spell Crocket? I learned how to play crocket this afternoon. It's an interesting mix of bowling, croquet, and baseball. I think we lost, though. Something like 145-120. It's a really fun game, but it took me awhile to catch on. I kept thinking I was playing baseball, and somehow, that's just not the trick to scoring. I have yet to figure out what is. Until that glorious day, I will continue to stand still when I should be running, and run when I should be standing still.

My room is a mess. You would think that it wouldn't be terribly difficult to keep an 8x12 space tidy. But it is. My bed isn't made, there are clothes all over my floor, the desk is a jungle of papers and bracelets and a can of Pringles and computer equipment and tubes of Softlips and pens and books; My sink is overflowing with bottles and makeup compacts. A picture is falling off my wall. Somehow, I always feel that my mental state is vicariously connected and represented by the state of my room. My life is in disarray!

I would just like to give props to some of my favorite movies: Amelie (the kiss at the end is so achingly sweet), Life is Beautiful (I would love to have someone open their arms to me and say "Bonjourno, principessa!"), Schindler's List (the melody line written by John Williams moves me to tears every time I hear it), Dude, Where's My Car? (totally quotable, albeit really stupid... "and 'den? and 'den? and'denand'denand'denand'denand'den"), Dumb and Dumber (another good one for quotes...), Lord of the Rings (both, so far- they are so exhilirating; and Viggo Mortenson is so hot right now), Fight Club (such an incredible ending...wow), The Others (literally spell-binding), Breakfast At Tiffany's (a little quirky, which is why I like it so much), Braveheart (I am Scottish, through and through, so of course this one gets me), The Sting (the original Ocean's Eleven, and much more subtle), The English Patient (although I didn't like some parts, overall, the film is beautiful; I love Ralph Fiennes), American Beauty (talk about making you think...). There are hundreds more that I like; I can usually enjoy any movie, although it takes a little more for me to really love it. There's nothing like kicking back and watching one of your favorite movies (provided of course, that you have a big glass of coke and a tub of heavily buttered popcorn on hand).