look whatcha did, ya little JERK.
the subject line of my dad's last e-mail read: "Operation Karaoke is in the mutha-effing House!" oh, dad.
today, after much deliberation of how to spend the afternoon and finding out that the 'ride the duck' boat/bus thing cost 22 fucking dollars per person (i know, i hate that damn contraption as much as the next non-tourist, but we were hurtin' for some action), michael, his cousin and i settled on paying 9.50 for the seattle science center. money well spent? not very. the last time i was there was in...fourth grade (?) as a girl scout (isn't that depressing--the little colfax brownie troop #666 (or whatever) drives over to seattle to take in the sites: the science center, the space needle, the underground tour... the excitement was almost too much to bear) when we got to spend the night in the science center. yes, it was a little creepy. almost as creepy though: today, having flashbacks in the bathroom stall of changing into my pajamas for the big overnighter. i had no idea that i had repressed that memory... today's highlights consisted of: michael heckling the guy that was presenting "the physics of bubbles" to a large group of children; michael telling small boys (maybe ten or eleven?) that the fifteen-foot robotic plastic scorpion on display was fake (the replies were a snotty "i KNOW"); standing in line for the planetarium and starting the following rumors about the science center around small children: a giant hamster was accidently released and ate a small girl, while the giant hamster wheel came loose and ran over a man in a wheelchair; ten years ago, the killer bees exhibit burst open and the insects killed everyone on the premises; the giant plastic scorpion went haywire and snapped two heads of with it's claws while the stinger, which had been filled with poison to make it "more realistic", jabbed someone fatally in the head; the "radiation" in the planetarium makes your teeth fall out and it's especially bad if you have braces.
for dinner, toby and i met up with two other used-to-be interns at the office and ate the best damn macaroni and cheese EVER (well, the best damn non-vegan mike-didn't-make-it mac and cheese EVER.)
then i talked to jeris on the phone and became utterly confused and i think i told him i would clean his car for him. and live in his closet. apparently, now i'm HIS intern. shit.
then i came here. then i wrote this. now, i'm leaving.
today, after much deliberation of how to spend the afternoon and finding out that the 'ride the duck' boat/bus thing cost 22 fucking dollars per person (i know, i hate that damn contraption as much as the next non-tourist, but we were hurtin' for some action), michael, his cousin and i settled on paying 9.50 for the seattle science center. money well spent? not very. the last time i was there was in...fourth grade (?) as a girl scout (isn't that depressing--the little colfax brownie troop #666 (or whatever) drives over to seattle to take in the sites: the science center, the space needle, the underground tour... the excitement was almost too much to bear) when we got to spend the night in the science center. yes, it was a little creepy. almost as creepy though: today, having flashbacks in the bathroom stall of changing into my pajamas for the big overnighter. i had no idea that i had repressed that memory... today's highlights consisted of: michael heckling the guy that was presenting "the physics of bubbles" to a large group of children; michael telling small boys (maybe ten or eleven?) that the fifteen-foot robotic plastic scorpion on display was fake (the replies were a snotty "i KNOW"); standing in line for the planetarium and starting the following rumors about the science center around small children: a giant hamster was accidently released and ate a small girl, while the giant hamster wheel came loose and ran over a man in a wheelchair; ten years ago, the killer bees exhibit burst open and the insects killed everyone on the premises; the giant plastic scorpion went haywire and snapped two heads of with it's claws while the stinger, which had been filled with poison to make it "more realistic", jabbed someone fatally in the head; the "radiation" in the planetarium makes your teeth fall out and it's especially bad if you have braces.
for dinner, toby and i met up with two other used-to-be interns at the office and ate the best damn macaroni and cheese EVER (well, the best damn non-vegan mike-didn't-make-it mac and cheese EVER.)
then i talked to jeris on the phone and became utterly confused and i think i told him i would clean his car for him. and live in his closet. apparently, now i'm HIS intern. shit.
then i came here. then i wrote this. now, i'm leaving.