the minor fall and the major lift
I wish I had been here for The O.C. on Thursday. Apparently, there was collective yelping to be heard all down the hallway. omg didn't i used to like serious and intellectual things?
The Gates were all right - mostly it was just cold and I kept mocking all the obvious tourists, despite the fact that technically I am one, too. But I got a swatch of orange, because apparently that's the cool thing, and now it's on my bag. I won't inflict upon you the dozens of pictures I took. If anything, it will only prove how shitty my camera is.
And I wanted to do that fun "ten things i've done that you haven't done" meme, except for the fact that I'm exceedingly boring and there probably aren't ten things that you haven't done. So I'll list the only three pwned moments that I have:
1. Met Hugh Jackman.
2. Saw Christo and Jeanne-Claude (whose hair is the same color as the Gates themselves, I swear to God) at the Boathouse during lunch today.
3. Own purple glasses, as of yesterday.
I, uh... should probably start writing those ficlets you guys want? *bites nails* But, ooh! Shiny new monster-sized Vogue! Now this is what I call academic reading.
The Gates were all right - mostly it was just cold and I kept mocking all the obvious tourists, despite the fact that technically I am one, too. But I got a swatch of orange, because apparently that's the cool thing, and now it's on my bag. I won't inflict upon you the dozens of pictures I took. If anything, it will only prove how shitty my camera is.
And I wanted to do that fun "ten things i've done that you haven't done" meme, except for the fact that I'm exceedingly boring and there probably aren't ten things that you haven't done. So I'll list the only three pwned moments that I have:
1. Met Hugh Jackman.
2. Saw Christo and Jeanne-Claude (whose hair is the same color as the Gates themselves, I swear to God) at the Boathouse during lunch today.
3. Own purple glasses, as of yesterday.
I, uh... should probably start writing those ficlets you guys want? *bites nails* But, ooh! Shiny new monster-sized Vogue! Now this is what I call academic reading.