a special neighbor
instead of cleaning last night I damaged my self-esteem by taking a GRE diagnostic test and then watched Men With Brooms. what a warm and fuzzy movie. complete with hot Canadian men, Leslie Nielsen growing shrooms, and a policewoman/waitress romance storyline -- couldn't ask for anything more.
IT IS ONE WEEK until I return. stoked like helter skelter about seeing everyone again!
potluck at work on friday for me, huttah. tomorrow: dentist appointment and Shelby said she'd french braid my hair. and at SOME point, I'll clean my floor. but not now, cuz I'm tired and I want to get up and lift in the morning.
tonight Clay and I saw The Famous Hazel Miller. she was a hoot AND a holler! so, also, was the peoplewatching. then a thunderstorm and awesome rain in which we drove around for a bit. and then I got home, signed up for a GRE september 19 at 2:30pm, and tomorrow will sign up for another in october. you know, with the second as assurance against the first if I don't do stellarly, and then I can already be signed up for another and not have to worry about getting myself to Worcester on a monday morning. and if I don't need the second one, I'll cancel it. oh, speaking of woostah, at work today Chris gave me an old T token. I'm amused. Also speaking of Boston, I just signed up to volunteer at Head of the Charles. Thinking of it this early means that I had a chance to sign up for whatever committee I liked, so I chose weigh-in. I will not mind watching rowers strip all the extraneous pounds (say, clothing) in front of me. also, with luck I shall myself be rowing lightweight by that time, and so will be experienced with the... experience.
In the paper today, there's an article about how bob beauprez[incumbent, republican, NO GOOD]'s newly-chosen running mate doesn't know hooey about current legal rights (and lack thereof) for gays, and also compares gay marriage to bestiality. Fucking Hell, if Beauprez wins, I'm moving.
(not that I'm not already, anyway. ahem.)
that's all. tomorrow the following things may happen: cleaning the room, making funky fruit-flavored pasta, going to either a ceili or a Lindy lesson at the Merc. also, remind me to tell the story of the self-admitted redneck, stepmother of an ex-secretary's son, who called work today.
IT IS ONE WEEK until I return. stoked like helter skelter about seeing everyone again!
potluck at work on friday for me, huttah. tomorrow: dentist appointment and Shelby said she'd french braid my hair. and at SOME point, I'll clean my floor. but not now, cuz I'm tired and I want to get up and lift in the morning.
tonight Clay and I saw The Famous Hazel Miller. she was a hoot AND a holler! so, also, was the peoplewatching. then a thunderstorm and awesome rain in which we drove around for a bit. and then I got home, signed up for a GRE september 19 at 2:30pm, and tomorrow will sign up for another in october. you know, with the second as assurance against the first if I don't do stellarly, and then I can already be signed up for another and not have to worry about getting myself to Worcester on a monday morning. and if I don't need the second one, I'll cancel it. oh, speaking of woostah, at work today Chris gave me an old T token. I'm amused. Also speaking of Boston, I just signed up to volunteer at Head of the Charles. Thinking of it this early means that I had a chance to sign up for whatever committee I liked, so I chose weigh-in. I will not mind watching rowers strip all the extraneous pounds (say, clothing) in front of me. also, with luck I shall myself be rowing lightweight by that time, and so will be experienced with the... experience.
In the paper today, there's an article about how bob beauprez[incumbent, republican, NO GOOD]'s newly-chosen running mate doesn't know hooey about current legal rights (and lack thereof) for gays, and also compares gay marriage to bestiality. Fucking Hell, if Beauprez wins, I'm moving.
(not that I'm not already, anyway. ahem.)
that's all. tomorrow the following things may happen: cleaning the room, making funky fruit-flavored pasta, going to either a ceili or a Lindy lesson at the Merc. also, remind me to tell the story of the self-admitted redneck, stepmother of an ex-secretary's son, who called work today.