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A very nice day/night.
Helped out organizing for the Holy Name Rummage Sale. I salivate to think of it...the Rummage Sale of rummage sales. Found me a neat white lace dress, with a 20's style waist (down at the hips), so it looks like an antique wedding dress (but it's not). Oh! And a Northwest Airlines stewardess dress. Kick ass. That sucker is so going to be mine. My size, too. And I founds a Classical-looking necklace. It can't be old that old, but it looks like the stuff that I saw at the Field's Pompeii exhibit. It will be good for toga parties this fall.
Me Papa and I headed out to Hopkins for one of the greatest ideas since Twinkies: one dollar Tuesday movies. Saw the World's Fastest Indian. Great, great, GREAT movie. I'd call it a film, too. But it's a movie in the sense that it just makes you so happy, keeps you entertained throughout. So, so, so great. Really. Thou must see this movie, it's an edict.
The paternal unit and I drove around listening to one of the gospel bluegrass CD's I had made him for Father's day. The sun had just set, and the clouds were oh so pretty. Many of those "Thank you Lord for everything" kind of moments.
Last night, game night at Chris's. I love game night, be it cards or board, or night! If it's warm, and we have bug spray. No one plays night games anymore. Except Peter Werts. But I remember being younger, about 4th grade, and playing Capture the Flag for a long time in the night. No one minded. Though I'd bet now that neighbors would get upset. Or maybe they wouldn't. Maybe the kids these days are just too busy watching TV, or playing video games, or chatting with 40 year old perverts on the internet. I don't know. I really do think that I was the last of an era. Maybe I'm wrong. I mean, every generation thinks that the one after themselves has gone to shit. I don't think these kids have gone to shit, really. I'm just saddened that they can't, or maybe won't, don't want to, experience the beauty of an innocent childhood.
Ah, "Dance Around," Hackensaw Boys. Good choice, itunes shuffle!
Anyways, Chris lent me The Watchman to read. My (gasp) fourth graphic novel! I love how hip comics have become, all of a sudden. Sure, I know some have always loved the genre, since childhood. But more and more I see these hipsters reading this stuff. Now, more than ever, it's hip to be square. But it doesn't work for the squares. That doesn't necessarily mean that if you're square, you're hip. Stop this rambling, get to the point, Jenny! Sorry. Anyways. He says it's the greatest comic book ever. Well. It's hard for me to imagine it beating the Sandman volume I read before. I mean, that literary and Classical allusions in it! How could it get better than that?
I'll tell you how it can get better than that.
How the Irish Saved Civilisation (note the British spelling, please). Man. I needs to go out and buy this book. It's definitely now one of my favourites, and I haven't even finished it yet. I've been meaning to read this book for the longest of times, and the other day I was browsing in the library. As of late, ever since I finished Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, I just haven't been able to get into a book. I picked one up from the library, some femme-y coming of age story, blah blah blah. I brought it home, took it out of my backpack, and it sat on my floor for a week. Well. Yesterday, I was browsing the library, when I came across this little gem. Jeez. Irish history, Catholicism, AND THE CLASSICS. Seriously. Wow.
On a sober note, still no job. Should I really be taking this personally, now? Whenever I start thinking about it, I have to tell myself, Don't worry, Jenny, something will happen, the Lord will provide, etc. etc. I think I've been doing really well about keeping busy, about not tumbling into a bored abyss, but gosh, how much longer can I pull it off? And some money would be nice.
Though, however, I have found out that I'm worth about $20,600. Abouts. I knew I had the scant $600 in my checking account, and I knew about the (roughly) $6,000 in the two savings accounts in the banks back here at home. But I never knew my parents gave me a savings bond! Sweet! Apparently, they managed to scrape together $1,000 a year and add it to the bond each year on my birthday. Jeez. How lucky I've got it.
Another one of those "Thank you Lord for everything" moments.
And now! Sex and the City time!
Helped out organizing for the Holy Name Rummage Sale. I salivate to think of it...the Rummage Sale of rummage sales. Found me a neat white lace dress, with a 20's style waist (down at the hips), so it looks like an antique wedding dress (but it's not). Oh! And a Northwest Airlines stewardess dress. Kick ass. That sucker is so going to be mine. My size, too. And I founds a Classical-looking necklace. It can't be old that old, but it looks like the stuff that I saw at the Field's Pompeii exhibit. It will be good for toga parties this fall.
Me Papa and I headed out to Hopkins for one of the greatest ideas since Twinkies: one dollar Tuesday movies. Saw the World's Fastest Indian. Great, great, GREAT movie. I'd call it a film, too. But it's a movie in the sense that it just makes you so happy, keeps you entertained throughout. So, so, so great. Really. Thou must see this movie, it's an edict.
The paternal unit and I drove around listening to one of the gospel bluegrass CD's I had made him for Father's day. The sun had just set, and the clouds were oh so pretty. Many of those "Thank you Lord for everything" kind of moments.
Last night, game night at Chris's. I love game night, be it cards or board, or night! If it's warm, and we have bug spray. No one plays night games anymore. Except Peter Werts. But I remember being younger, about 4th grade, and playing Capture the Flag for a long time in the night. No one minded. Though I'd bet now that neighbors would get upset. Or maybe they wouldn't. Maybe the kids these days are just too busy watching TV, or playing video games, or chatting with 40 year old perverts on the internet. I don't know. I really do think that I was the last of an era. Maybe I'm wrong. I mean, every generation thinks that the one after themselves has gone to shit. I don't think these kids have gone to shit, really. I'm just saddened that they can't, or maybe won't, don't want to, experience the beauty of an innocent childhood.
Ah, "Dance Around," Hackensaw Boys. Good choice, itunes shuffle!
Anyways, Chris lent me The Watchman to read. My (gasp) fourth graphic novel! I love how hip comics have become, all of a sudden. Sure, I know some have always loved the genre, since childhood. But more and more I see these hipsters reading this stuff. Now, more than ever, it's hip to be square. But it doesn't work for the squares. That doesn't necessarily mean that if you're square, you're hip. Stop this rambling, get to the point, Jenny! Sorry. Anyways. He says it's the greatest comic book ever. Well. It's hard for me to imagine it beating the Sandman volume I read before. I mean, that literary and Classical allusions in it! How could it get better than that?
I'll tell you how it can get better than that.
How the Irish Saved Civilisation (note the British spelling, please). Man. I needs to go out and buy this book. It's definitely now one of my favourites, and I haven't even finished it yet. I've been meaning to read this book for the longest of times, and the other day I was browsing in the library. As of late, ever since I finished Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, I just haven't been able to get into a book. I picked one up from the library, some femme-y coming of age story, blah blah blah. I brought it home, took it out of my backpack, and it sat on my floor for a week. Well. Yesterday, I was browsing the library, when I came across this little gem. Jeez. Irish history, Catholicism, AND THE CLASSICS. Seriously. Wow.
On a sober note, still no job. Should I really be taking this personally, now? Whenever I start thinking about it, I have to tell myself, Don't worry, Jenny, something will happen, the Lord will provide, etc. etc. I think I've been doing really well about keeping busy, about not tumbling into a bored abyss, but gosh, how much longer can I pull it off? And some money would be nice.
Though, however, I have found out that I'm worth about $20,600. Abouts. I knew I had the scant $600 in my checking account, and I knew about the (roughly) $6,000 in the two savings accounts in the banks back here at home. But I never knew my parents gave me a savings bond! Sweet! Apparently, they managed to scrape together $1,000 a year and add it to the bond each year on my birthday. Jeez. How lucky I've got it.
Another one of those "Thank you Lord for everything" moments.
And now! Sex and the City time!