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::bounce::
Have you ever tried to carry on a conversation while simultaneously singing, playing Scrabble, and looking at Flair? It's quite difficult. Things get rather... well, spontaneous. Yes. Not to mention the conversation in question being mostly one-sided constructed out of run-on sentences. I've never done this. Not me. No siree.
So I realized a few days ago that on May 15th, George, my invisible boyfriend and I will have been dating for five years. I can still remember the first time we met. It was at the pajama dance held at that church on Newark and Raven. A slow song came on and I was about to drift to the wall, as I had no one to dance with, when George came up and asked me to dance. The song was "Amazed" by Lonestar, I believe. We'll have to do something special for our anniversary. Maybe we'll go out to dinner. We have some time to plan, though.
I felt all grown-up-like today. First and foremost, I went to the grocery store and bought lots and lots of vegetables. Tomatoes, peppers, carrots, broccoli... (I also bought a bag of Hershey's kisses, but shhh) and I made a real dinner! I didn't just eat a bagel! This is big news, folks. But also, to add to my grown-up-ness, I arranged the purchase of a washing machine! If that's not grown-up-like, I don't know what is. I found a guy on Craigslist who makes his living by selling washing machines on Craigslist for pretty cheap (ours was $75), then he takes the old ones away and fixes them so he can sell them again. It's a pretty sweet deal. He installed it and everything. But us finally having a washing machine again is the reason I decided to do two, possibly three loads of laundry starting at 9 something pm. Oh dear. Silly, silly Adrienne.
God, I love Miles! ::swoon:: I just reread "Borders of Infinity" for like the billionth time, and GOD. He's just... he makes my heart go all pitter-pattery and I find myself sighing wistfully rather excessively whenever I'm reading a book about him. He's just so COOL.
I'm going to make my awesomest of awesome cookies again tomorrow. I'm going to Laura's so she can get me hooked on Battle Star Galactia, and they're making pizzas and I shall bring the cookies. I know how to spend a Saturday night. I'm very excited about the cookies.
So, I'm rather peeved. Last weekend I went to Chicago to surprise my not-really-little-sister-but-she-may-as-well-be for her 16th birthday. She said I was her favorite present. ::dusts jacket off nonchalantly:: I did the whole popping out of a box that had a fake shipping lable and I had a bow on my head and everything. She screamed rather loudly. But it was fantabulous. I'd do it again in a heartbeat. Anyways. So, everyone was telling me "Oh, Adrienne, you're coming to Chicago one weekend too soon! The Dropkick Murphys (aka my favorite band) are coming to Chicago the 28th!" and I was all like "well, balls." I figured this was for their St. Paddy's Day tour, so I on a whim went and looked up if they were going to be or had been in the northwest. Well, they had shows in Eugene and Seattle. The weekend I was in Chicago. I'm VERY sad. Ah well. My housemates shall have to put up with me listening to them incessantly as consolation. Sorry, guys.
Speaking of the Dropkicks, I've decided I'm totally dancing to "Forever" at my wedding. Presuming George ever gets around to proposing, that is. I lovelovelove that song. Love it.
I reallyreallyreally miss grande allegro, I've realized. (For those of you who are uninformed, grande allegro is the really fun, exciting part of ballet with all the big traveling moves and lots of jumps.) Like, I reallyreallyreally miss all of ballet, even tondues, which is saying something. But man. Grande allegro is just so... it's the closest I've ever come to flying. You just move so fast and with so much force you can feel the air rushing against your face, and when you jump you're goal is to be air born. Your goal is to fly. ::sigh:: Pole dancing is fun, don't get me wrong. I love it. It's hella painful, as all my bruises and (according to my massage therapist) 'Popeye adductors' (I still can't figure out if that's a compliment) can attest to, but it's not ballet. It's not trapeze. It's not silks. I watched the video from the summer intensive at AMEBA, and man! I was pretty damn good. I still don't think I was ever that good, like not good enough to audition for a professional adult company, but for what it was and the training I had, I was good. And you can do so much. I miss it. A lot.
Hm. I should probably go see if my laundry is switchable-overable.
I should also probably hide those Hershey's kisses from myself.... Or not.
::bounce::
Have you ever tried to carry on a conversation while simultaneously singing, playing Scrabble, and looking at Flair? It's quite difficult. Things get rather... well, spontaneous. Yes. Not to mention the conversation in question being mostly one-sided constructed out of run-on sentences. I've never done this. Not me. No siree.
So I realized a few days ago that on May 15th, George, my invisible boyfriend and I will have been dating for five years. I can still remember the first time we met. It was at the pajama dance held at that church on Newark and Raven. A slow song came on and I was about to drift to the wall, as I had no one to dance with, when George came up and asked me to dance. The song was "Amazed" by Lonestar, I believe. We'll have to do something special for our anniversary. Maybe we'll go out to dinner. We have some time to plan, though.
I felt all grown-up-like today. First and foremost, I went to the grocery store and bought lots and lots of vegetables. Tomatoes, peppers, carrots, broccoli... (I also bought a bag of Hershey's kisses, but shhh) and I made a real dinner! I didn't just eat a bagel! This is big news, folks. But also, to add to my grown-up-ness, I arranged the purchase of a washing machine! If that's not grown-up-like, I don't know what is. I found a guy on Craigslist who makes his living by selling washing machines on Craigslist for pretty cheap (ours was $75), then he takes the old ones away and fixes them so he can sell them again. It's a pretty sweet deal. He installed it and everything. But us finally having a washing machine again is the reason I decided to do two, possibly three loads of laundry starting at 9 something pm. Oh dear. Silly, silly Adrienne.
God, I love Miles! ::swoon:: I just reread "Borders of Infinity" for like the billionth time, and GOD. He's just... he makes my heart go all pitter-pattery and I find myself sighing wistfully rather excessively whenever I'm reading a book about him. He's just so COOL.
I'm going to make my awesomest of awesome cookies again tomorrow. I'm going to Laura's so she can get me hooked on Battle Star Galactia, and they're making pizzas and I shall bring the cookies. I know how to spend a Saturday night. I'm very excited about the cookies.
So, I'm rather peeved. Last weekend I went to Chicago to surprise my not-really-little-sister-but-she-may-as-well-be for her 16th birthday. She said I was her favorite present. ::dusts jacket off nonchalantly:: I did the whole popping out of a box that had a fake shipping lable and I had a bow on my head and everything. She screamed rather loudly. But it was fantabulous. I'd do it again in a heartbeat. Anyways. So, everyone was telling me "Oh, Adrienne, you're coming to Chicago one weekend too soon! The Dropkick Murphys (aka my favorite band) are coming to Chicago the 28th!" and I was all like "well, balls." I figured this was for their St. Paddy's Day tour, so I on a whim went and looked up if they were going to be or had been in the northwest. Well, they had shows in Eugene and Seattle. The weekend I was in Chicago. I'm VERY sad. Ah well. My housemates shall have to put up with me listening to them incessantly as consolation. Sorry, guys.
Speaking of the Dropkicks, I've decided I'm totally dancing to "Forever" at my wedding. Presuming George ever gets around to proposing, that is. I lovelovelove that song. Love it.
I reallyreallyreally miss grande allegro, I've realized. (For those of you who are uninformed, grande allegro is the really fun, exciting part of ballet with all the big traveling moves and lots of jumps.) Like, I reallyreallyreally miss all of ballet, even tondues, which is saying something. But man. Grande allegro is just so... it's the closest I've ever come to flying. You just move so fast and with so much force you can feel the air rushing against your face, and when you jump you're goal is to be air born. Your goal is to fly. ::sigh:: Pole dancing is fun, don't get me wrong. I love it. It's hella painful, as all my bruises and (according to my massage therapist) 'Popeye adductors' (I still can't figure out if that's a compliment) can attest to, but it's not ballet. It's not trapeze. It's not silks. I watched the video from the summer intensive at AMEBA, and man! I was pretty damn good. I still don't think I was ever that good, like not good enough to audition for a professional adult company, but for what it was and the training I had, I was good. And you can do so much. I miss it. A lot.
Hm. I should probably go see if my laundry is switchable-overable.
I should also probably hide those Hershey's kisses from myself.... Or not.
::bounce::