of all the ones I dream about
Friday I took the bus out to Seattle, and hung out with Allison and Magan Do. I took a lot of buses, and missed a lot of buses too. I'm just not used to the Seattle bus system, and this holiday weekend was not a good time to get one's bearings. It was a Friday that was acting like a Sunday/Holiday, even though the real holiday was Saturday, except on the 4th, buses were running on their regular Saturday schedule, since the government holiday was on the 3rd... Which makes sense, but is still really confusing, but in practice it's much better than having three Sunday schedules in a row...
It was really warm this weekend, probably nearly ninety degrees, but it was also pretty windy, which is probably my favorite combination: the sun and the wind. For some reason, it makes it easy for me to sneeze.
On the fourth I went to the farmer's market where Magan works sometimes, and they had purple peppers, and I got to try some wooly pig fat!
I didn't buy any produce though, because I didn't want to have a bunch of hot meat and vegetables in my backpack all day. I think this was a wise choice, because I didn't get home until nearly 6 PM.
Magan went to go meet her friends somewhere, so I took a bus over to Capital Hill where I bought Out of the Blue (by ELO) and met up with Allison and then we went to one of my favorite places to eat, Cafe Presse, which is a little French place. Nothing quite captures the essence of the American Revolution like a croque-madame with a side of pommes frites! We went to American Apparel after that on my suggestion, but I didn't feel so hot about spending so much money on shorts, or even trying them on since I wasn't wearing under garments. I really like American Apparel, and the fact that it's vertically integrated and progressive, etc. but I just don't have the money to buy clothes that I'm too fat to look good in, and that I don't really need. Maybe next summer.
Then Allison dropped me off downtown, but I got there just in time to see the 594 fly by before I could get to the bus stop, so I bought Professor Layton for the DS, which is really cool. It's like a mystery adventure, where you're the titular Professor, and his assistant Luke, who get summoned to this mysterious town where the people are all crazy and obsessed with logic games and puzzles. So far I like it a lot. The art style feels sort of European, like the Triplets of Belleville, or some of the Bandes-Dessines that I still haven't found. It's a nice change of pace from your typical video game visuals. I think if Professor Layton got into a fight with Henry Hatsworth, I think Sir Hatsworth would probably win.
Then I came home and found that something knocked over my peppers, and they look like they're probably dead. So to Tasha's mom's dog(the probably culprit): Thanks a heap. To whoever put the pot back and pretended like nothing happened(probably not the dog): Thank you for respecting my intelligence. I spent most of last night trying to make them feel comfy again, and I sang them songs on my guitar since I was home all by myself and didn't have anything better to do.
Anyway, I was all alone for the second Fourth of July in a row. I guess I can make a tradition out of it. I fell asleep watching some episodes of the Office, and slept like seven hours on the couch with the light on. At least I wasn't overcome by my occasional spectrophobia. That's the worst. I heard lots of fireworks, but I was only able to see just the tips of a couple of them. Too many tall trees around these parts. I guess they always seem to shoot up much higher when you're in a relatively confined location like Disneyland, or the unobstructed views provided by KFOG Kaboom, etc.
Jeremy came back today and brought me a ten-shot mortar, so maybe I'll celebrate Fête Nationale next week or something.
Today I didn't do anything except do laundry and play video games, although I did have Oreo cookies and milk for dinner, which is in and of itself a much better idea on paper. I was going to sit around all day in my pool, but unlike the last two days, it was overcast and gross outside. Bleh.
Dear Diary, how was your weekend?
It was really warm this weekend, probably nearly ninety degrees, but it was also pretty windy, which is probably my favorite combination: the sun and the wind. For some reason, it makes it easy for me to sneeze.
On the fourth I went to the farmer's market where Magan works sometimes, and they had purple peppers, and I got to try some wooly pig fat!
I didn't buy any produce though, because I didn't want to have a bunch of hot meat and vegetables in my backpack all day. I think this was a wise choice, because I didn't get home until nearly 6 PM.
Magan went to go meet her friends somewhere, so I took a bus over to Capital Hill where I bought Out of the Blue (by ELO) and met up with Allison and then we went to one of my favorite places to eat, Cafe Presse, which is a little French place. Nothing quite captures the essence of the American Revolution like a croque-madame with a side of pommes frites! We went to American Apparel after that on my suggestion, but I didn't feel so hot about spending so much money on shorts, or even trying them on since I wasn't wearing under garments. I really like American Apparel, and the fact that it's vertically integrated and progressive, etc. but I just don't have the money to buy clothes that I'm too fat to look good in, and that I don't really need. Maybe next summer.
Then Allison dropped me off downtown, but I got there just in time to see the 594 fly by before I could get to the bus stop, so I bought Professor Layton for the DS, which is really cool. It's like a mystery adventure, where you're the titular Professor, and his assistant Luke, who get summoned to this mysterious town where the people are all crazy and obsessed with logic games and puzzles. So far I like it a lot. The art style feels sort of European, like the Triplets of Belleville, or some of the Bandes-Dessines that I still haven't found. It's a nice change of pace from your typical video game visuals. I think if Professor Layton got into a fight with Henry Hatsworth, I think Sir Hatsworth would probably win.
Then I came home and found that something knocked over my peppers, and they look like they're probably dead. So to Tasha's mom's dog(the probably culprit): Thanks a heap. To whoever put the pot back and pretended like nothing happened(probably not the dog): Thank you for respecting my intelligence. I spent most of last night trying to make them feel comfy again, and I sang them songs on my guitar since I was home all by myself and didn't have anything better to do.
Anyway, I was all alone for the second Fourth of July in a row. I guess I can make a tradition out of it. I fell asleep watching some episodes of the Office, and slept like seven hours on the couch with the light on. At least I wasn't overcome by my occasional spectrophobia. That's the worst. I heard lots of fireworks, but I was only able to see just the tips of a couple of them. Too many tall trees around these parts. I guess they always seem to shoot up much higher when you're in a relatively confined location like Disneyland, or the unobstructed views provided by KFOG Kaboom, etc.
Jeremy came back today and brought me a ten-shot mortar, so maybe I'll celebrate Fête Nationale next week or something.
Today I didn't do anything except do laundry and play video games, although I did have Oreo cookies and milk for dinner, which is in and of itself a much better idea on paper. I was going to sit around all day in my pool, but unlike the last two days, it was overcast and gross outside. Bleh.
Dear Diary, how was your weekend?