"Carelessness in dressing is moral suicide" -Honoré de Balzac
Chinese: the one and only genre of food that tastes just as good, if not better, the second day after purchase. Dumplings are the real breakfast of champions.
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Friday was the Classy Party. Nellie and I spent our snow-afternoon making all the food: plates of devilled eggs, cheese, pigs in blankets, apple slices and honey, watermelon, strawberries and whipped cream for dipping. And sparkling cider. Then we got gawgeous!
The party ended up being much smaller than anticipated due to snow (the classy word is "intimate"), but Liz and Max came and it was rad. We sat on pillows on the floor, ate all the finger-food and more (Nellie and I made enough food for six people!), and watched 'Casablanca'. You can't get classier than that.
Then we hung out till after two in the morning talking nerd. Evenings like these need to happen more often.
...Then I fell down the stairs and bruised both arms. One of the wounds is directly over a three-year old injury that pretty much only just healed. Also, massive headache. I win.
Next party's theme: Moulin Rouge.
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Dear Carol,
'The Vagina Monologues' fuckin rocked. Nuff said.
Love,
~Me
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Saturday night Nellie and I decided to play in the snow instead of going to 'Rocky'. Because we could.
Liz and Kayla came and we had an epic snowball fight, which involved me getting snow in my ears and in my eye. And my coat pockets. And my braid froze! After they left, Nellie's friend Josh came out and we made a snow-monster. He mildly resembles Jabba the Hutt with arms and antennae. We named him Oswald Henry III.
Sunday I went to Addam and Kim's and we had a rather awesome photo shoot. I wore the dress from the classy party, and a plaid skirt, and a snappy number whose photos we dubbed the Smooth Criminal set. I'll post them soon. I'm very pleased.
Fact: Nothing makes you feel good about yourself like a photo shoot with a good photographer. I like modelling. I like it a lot.
Today after class I had dinner at the Fresh Side with Katherine. Intelligent conversation about anything and everything always makes my day. Also I saw Audrey and we're getting together on Friday to finally watch 'The Notebook'. After two years. Jesus.
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Sent in my resume and some sweet photos to the president of Ten31. Eeeee! If anyone's curious... Ten31 does the gargoyles at Waterfire and King Richard's. Yeah, those gargoyles.
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Rooming with Nellie, and with Deanna in London, has taught me how very much better it is to room with a good friend. Rooming with a friend is like having someone over to play, only all the time. We go to dinner together, or to the mall or into town. We hang out, we coexist, we wake each other up in the morning, we generally rock. I enjoy this arrangement thoroughly.
In other news though, I don't know what the fuck is up with our RA. First note, there are people in our building who deal cocaine and he busts us for burning incense. Yeah, incense. To be fair, we weren't supposed to, and he didn't write us up, but still. Cocaine? Incense? Little difference.
But my real beef is that he doesn't "get" us. Not even that, I'm used to that. But every single time Nellie or I walk by him, he gives us a funny look. I wore a fedora and he looked at me funny, I left my boots outside the door and he looked at them funny. My plain everyday-boots! We asked about sticking things on the door and he looked at us funny, we told him we claimed the area outside our room as the courtyard and (guess what) he looked at us funny. At first it was humourous, now it's just getting weird. It's like... have you ever seen a pair of goth chicks before? Seriously? He hasn't even seen us when we're in our full gotherie!
Nellie has suggested we start doing things specifically to weird him out, since apparently he wouldn't know the difference anyway. Things that aren't against school policy, just exceedingly strange. Liane, I believe, suggested a seance. I'm so down.
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My enter key is sticking. That's fabulous.
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I should be concentrating on schoolwork, but really, I'm concentrating on LARPshits. Character history is thought out but not fully typed, as is the general group description. Mike needs to let me know what he's doing, need to RP with Lennen again to get him more into the fold, need to finish assimilating Liz, and costuming is never done.
I nerd. A lot. Suck it.
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It distresses me greatly that people are always surprised when other people keep their word. I had two friends in 'Monologues' and both of them yelled "You came!!" when I greeted them after the show. Of course I did, I said I would. Am I really in that much of a minority because I called when I said I'd call? Is it so hard to be there when you said you'd be there, to do something you said you'd do? This is troubling.
In the code of Bushido it says that a samurai should never make a promise, because his word alone is as good as a promise. Hm.
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My love life is stagnant and I hate everything about it.
* * *
Friday was the Classy Party. Nellie and I spent our snow-afternoon making all the food: plates of devilled eggs, cheese, pigs in blankets, apple slices and honey, watermelon, strawberries and whipped cream for dipping. And sparkling cider. Then we got gawgeous!
The party ended up being much smaller than anticipated due to snow (the classy word is "intimate"), but Liz and Max came and it was rad. We sat on pillows on the floor, ate all the finger-food and more (Nellie and I made enough food for six people!), and watched 'Casablanca'. You can't get classier than that.
Then we hung out till after two in the morning talking nerd. Evenings like these need to happen more often.
...Then I fell down the stairs and bruised both arms. One of the wounds is directly over a three-year old injury that pretty much only just healed. Also, massive headache. I win.
Next party's theme: Moulin Rouge.
* * *
Dear Carol,
'The Vagina Monologues' fuckin rocked. Nuff said.
Love,
~Me
* * *
Saturday night Nellie and I decided to play in the snow instead of going to 'Rocky'. Because we could.
Liz and Kayla came and we had an epic snowball fight, which involved me getting snow in my ears and in my eye. And my coat pockets. And my braid froze! After they left, Nellie's friend Josh came out and we made a snow-monster. He mildly resembles Jabba the Hutt with arms and antennae. We named him Oswald Henry III.
Sunday I went to Addam and Kim's and we had a rather awesome photo shoot. I wore the dress from the classy party, and a plaid skirt, and a snappy number whose photos we dubbed the Smooth Criminal set. I'll post them soon. I'm very pleased.
Fact: Nothing makes you feel good about yourself like a photo shoot with a good photographer. I like modelling. I like it a lot.
Today after class I had dinner at the Fresh Side with Katherine. Intelligent conversation about anything and everything always makes my day. Also I saw Audrey and we're getting together on Friday to finally watch 'The Notebook'. After two years. Jesus.
* * *
Sent in my resume and some sweet photos to the president of Ten31. Eeeee! If anyone's curious... Ten31 does the gargoyles at Waterfire and King Richard's. Yeah, those gargoyles.
* * *
Rooming with Nellie, and with Deanna in London, has taught me how very much better it is to room with a good friend. Rooming with a friend is like having someone over to play, only all the time. We go to dinner together, or to the mall or into town. We hang out, we coexist, we wake each other up in the morning, we generally rock. I enjoy this arrangement thoroughly.
In other news though, I don't know what the fuck is up with our RA. First note, there are people in our building who deal cocaine and he busts us for burning incense. Yeah, incense. To be fair, we weren't supposed to, and he didn't write us up, but still. Cocaine? Incense? Little difference.
But my real beef is that he doesn't "get" us. Not even that, I'm used to that. But every single time Nellie or I walk by him, he gives us a funny look. I wore a fedora and he looked at me funny, I left my boots outside the door and he looked at them funny. My plain everyday-boots! We asked about sticking things on the door and he looked at us funny, we told him we claimed the area outside our room as the courtyard and (guess what) he looked at us funny. At first it was humourous, now it's just getting weird. It's like... have you ever seen a pair of goth chicks before? Seriously? He hasn't even seen us when we're in our full gotherie!
Nellie has suggested we start doing things specifically to weird him out, since apparently he wouldn't know the difference anyway. Things that aren't against school policy, just exceedingly strange. Liane, I believe, suggested a seance. I'm so down.
* * *
My enter key is sticking. That's fabulous.
* * *
I should be concentrating on schoolwork, but really, I'm concentrating on LARPshits. Character history is thought out but not fully typed, as is the general group description. Mike needs to let me know what he's doing, need to RP with Lennen again to get him more into the fold, need to finish assimilating Liz, and costuming is never done.
I nerd. A lot. Suck it.
* * *
It distresses me greatly that people are always surprised when other people keep their word. I had two friends in 'Monologues' and both of them yelled "You came!!" when I greeted them after the show. Of course I did, I said I would. Am I really in that much of a minority because I called when I said I'd call? Is it so hard to be there when you said you'd be there, to do something you said you'd do? This is troubling.
In the code of Bushido it says that a samurai should never make a promise, because his word alone is as good as a promise. Hm.
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My love life is stagnant and I hate everything about it.