Miscellaneous. Really.
A few weeks ago, I meant to write an entry about going on the STP (Seattle-to-Portland bike ride). After the STP, I meant to write an entry about the STP. Then, I meant to write an entry regarding the fact that I'm house sitting again and the family got a new puppy. Then I meant to write an entry about getting a tattoo. Then I meant to write an entry about what happened the night me and Meg went to get my Harry Potter book.
Instead, I shall write one entry which touches lightly on all these things.
I drove from Seattle to Portland, following my mom and her biker friends, lugging luggage and foodstuffs, &c. It was fun. I got to take the Subaru, which has a CD player and the Sirius radio so I listened to Broadway standards and old radio shows, intermixed with various CDs from my collection.
Tommy is a Yorkshire terrier, they've had him for a little over two weeks and he's super cute. They're going to keep him puppy cut, because the puppy cut is really the only way Yorkies are cute, in our shared opinions. He's doing pretty well aside from the fact that I have to run back here during my lunch hour to let him out. I'm back on a full-time schedule at Molbak's, unsurprisingly because so many of the other full-timers quit at the end of the season.
I went with Meg and her younger sister, Erin, my tattoo buddy, to Lucky Devil the other day to check them out. I am way excited. I told her to make the appointment, it will be on a Sunday sometime, hopefully, before the 10th, as in, before I go to NY and before Meg goes back to school, because obviously, she wants to come. Erin has sort of recruited me to design her ankh; I drew her one with a peace sign in the top after looking around at the designs at the shop and she really liked the idea. No pressure or anything. I know what I'm getting, but it's hard to explain to people without them thinking I'm sort of nutso. It's very Jase-oriented: It's a heart bisected by a fleur-de-lis, half white and half black with the fleur-de-lis contrasting. It looks really neat, and I want the white actually white, with no outline or anything. Right where Jase has his. Pretty much for the same reason he has his, too. Which is why it's difficult to explain to people who don't really know Jase.
So, this book, y'know, that last book in that really popular series about the kid wizard saving the world... Harry Potter, right, well, I talked Meg into going with me to the Borders party, even though she works at Barnes and Noble (it was crazy picking her up, I'm all trying to get in the door around all the people who were apparently lined up since midnight the night before, ugh), so we travelled together in her car into Lynnwood, where she hardly ever goes and thus has difficulty maneuvering. We stopped by her house to change into costume first, because after all, this is the last book. Well we got there, and we waited, and we hung out upstairs in the naughty section (because, let's face it, we're pretty naughty. Although it was funny being so naughty in such close proximity to young children), we speculated about Snape, &c., &c., then we finally got through the line and got my book. Yay! Well, it wasn't quite that easy, see, because I'd left my purse at Meg's house, thinking I'd left it in the car, so she ended up paying for it, so she called first touching rights. So we head back to the car, and, 'lo and behold, Meghan cannot find the keys. We go back and ask the Borders people if they've had any turned in. I search upstairs in the naughty section. Not there. Guess where they are? Locked in the car! So Meg and I are officially even on the stupid scale, so we call her dad (this is close to two o'clock in the morning) and he agrees to come bring us a spare set of keys (after much blabbering and mumbling and difficult, early morning attemtps at communication due mostly to the fact that Meg didn't know how to get to Alderwood and assumed her father didn't either). We sit on the side of the building in what appears to be the smoking section and read together. Of course Meg is constantly a full page ahead of me, but it is my book and I shall turn the pages when I am ready. We finally made it back (with a detour to my car and B&N because we both were not thinking, Duh, I don't have my keys), I got my purse, paid Meg for my book, she drives me back out to my car and we go our merry ways. I got back here at, say, four-ish. Did I mention Meg had work at 6:30 that morning?
So then I slept, and I woke up, and I read. And I read and I read and I read. At eleven o'clock last night, I called Meg, having finished the book sans epilogue (because there was a big jump and I needed to spill before I read the epilogue) because she had called me hours before telling me to finish it (always a full page ahead, that Meg) so I knew she had done. Anyway, I've spilled enough to her, so I won't spill anything here. Although I will say this; my new favorite quote of the whole series which, until now, had't changed since the first book:
Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?
And that is the end of my entry. What I will do now, the world may never know.
Instead, I shall write one entry which touches lightly on all these things.
I drove from Seattle to Portland, following my mom and her biker friends, lugging luggage and foodstuffs, &c. It was fun. I got to take the Subaru, which has a CD player and the Sirius radio so I listened to Broadway standards and old radio shows, intermixed with various CDs from my collection.
Tommy is a Yorkshire terrier, they've had him for a little over two weeks and he's super cute. They're going to keep him puppy cut, because the puppy cut is really the only way Yorkies are cute, in our shared opinions. He's doing pretty well aside from the fact that I have to run back here during my lunch hour to let him out. I'm back on a full-time schedule at Molbak's, unsurprisingly because so many of the other full-timers quit at the end of the season.
I went with Meg and her younger sister, Erin, my tattoo buddy, to Lucky Devil the other day to check them out. I am way excited. I told her to make the appointment, it will be on a Sunday sometime, hopefully, before the 10th, as in, before I go to NY and before Meg goes back to school, because obviously, she wants to come. Erin has sort of recruited me to design her ankh; I drew her one with a peace sign in the top after looking around at the designs at the shop and she really liked the idea. No pressure or anything. I know what I'm getting, but it's hard to explain to people without them thinking I'm sort of nutso. It's very Jase-oriented: It's a heart bisected by a fleur-de-lis, half white and half black with the fleur-de-lis contrasting. It looks really neat, and I want the white actually white, with no outline or anything. Right where Jase has his. Pretty much for the same reason he has his, too. Which is why it's difficult to explain to people who don't really know Jase.
So, this book, y'know, that last book in that really popular series about the kid wizard saving the world... Harry Potter, right, well, I talked Meg into going with me to the Borders party, even though she works at Barnes and Noble (it was crazy picking her up, I'm all trying to get in the door around all the people who were apparently lined up since midnight the night before, ugh), so we travelled together in her car into Lynnwood, where she hardly ever goes and thus has difficulty maneuvering. We stopped by her house to change into costume first, because after all, this is the last book. Well we got there, and we waited, and we hung out upstairs in the naughty section (because, let's face it, we're pretty naughty. Although it was funny being so naughty in such close proximity to young children), we speculated about Snape, &c., &c., then we finally got through the line and got my book. Yay! Well, it wasn't quite that easy, see, because I'd left my purse at Meg's house, thinking I'd left it in the car, so she ended up paying for it, so she called first touching rights. So we head back to the car, and, 'lo and behold, Meghan cannot find the keys. We go back and ask the Borders people if they've had any turned in. I search upstairs in the naughty section. Not there. Guess where they are? Locked in the car! So Meg and I are officially even on the stupid scale, so we call her dad (this is close to two o'clock in the morning) and he agrees to come bring us a spare set of keys (after much blabbering and mumbling and difficult, early morning attemtps at communication due mostly to the fact that Meg didn't know how to get to Alderwood and assumed her father didn't either). We sit on the side of the building in what appears to be the smoking section and read together. Of course Meg is constantly a full page ahead of me, but it is my book and I shall turn the pages when I am ready. We finally made it back (with a detour to my car and B&N because we both were not thinking, Duh, I don't have my keys), I got my purse, paid Meg for my book, she drives me back out to my car and we go our merry ways. I got back here at, say, four-ish. Did I mention Meg had work at 6:30 that morning?
So then I slept, and I woke up, and I read. And I read and I read and I read. At eleven o'clock last night, I called Meg, having finished the book sans epilogue (because there was a big jump and I needed to spill before I read the epilogue) because she had called me hours before telling me to finish it (always a full page ahead, that Meg) so I knew she had done. Anyway, I've spilled enough to her, so I won't spill anything here. Although I will say this; my new favorite quote of the whole series which, until now, had't changed since the first book:
Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?
And that is the end of my entry. What I will do now, the world may never know.