So what have I been doing with my time?
On tuesday last, I turned in my final assignments for school. I'm comfortable talking about it today, because I'm officially past the point where someone could send my papers back to me and ask for rewrites. I'm done.
The stress of it all caused serious abdominal pain on tuesday morning, so I called in sick, and got my work done. When I realized I'd finished everything, I was shaking. I called my mom, who gave me some good advice, and since the soreness was abating, I took a walk. The walk provided me with a chance to get breakfast, get my quarterly comic stash from comix gallery, and hit the liquor store. As the absinthe craze is finally fading, I thought it was time to give it my first try. Bought a bottle of pernod, and made my way home.
At home, I first tried the absinth with ice water. -LAME-. The visual effect is cool, but the taste was meh. I then proceeded to pour myself another glass to try it straight.
As a preface to this, know I am a licorice fan. I try every variety I can find, and am especially fond of salted licorice.
SWEET JESUS I'D FOUND THE HOLY GRAIL.
The taste was fantastic, and I was coming upon a rapid realization that I was well past tipsy. So I went upstairs, and played videogames until Tery returned. I know I was talking to him. But I was talking to him in a strange fusion of Bernard Black and Father Jack. I couldn't stop. He thought it was outrageously funny. We then plowed through a bunch of episodes of Ashes to Ashes. Upon realizing I had a choice between cooling down, and being completely unable to talk, I started drinking water. It was then I found out I couldn't do the accent anymore.
THIS REQUIRES FURTHER TESTING.
Wednesday was my first free day in years, so I went and saw 'The girl who played with fire'.
Thursday, I did a staged reading of 'Geeks Vs Zombies' by one of the staffers at Bruised Orange. I also hit Marshall Fields to get some candy for my upcoming trip (really obnoxiously colored stuff to match my plans with my friends), and have some Godiva. The candy merchant, Christian, was a hoot. He gave me a coconut truffle to allay my suffering at the price of the godivas, and flat out refused to put the godivas and my lollipops (did I mention they are obnoxious?) in the same bag, lest the lower-class confections contaminate the truffles.
Friday was Fried Chicken and Scott Pilgrim with Tery. Loved it. Life is richer in two-player co-op.
Saturday was getting more stuff for the trip, using the candies as a color-reference.
Sunday I rested. Lots of movies and videos and laundry.
Monday night, we watched Tru Blood and Mad Men. At the end of a rather uncomfortable episode of Mad Men, AMC announced a 'drink shaker' app for the iphone. Tery looked to see if he could get it for my Android phone.
"Do you really want to see me plastered every week?"
"I want to see what other accents you can do!"
A good week.
The stress of it all caused serious abdominal pain on tuesday morning, so I called in sick, and got my work done. When I realized I'd finished everything, I was shaking. I called my mom, who gave me some good advice, and since the soreness was abating, I took a walk. The walk provided me with a chance to get breakfast, get my quarterly comic stash from comix gallery, and hit the liquor store. As the absinthe craze is finally fading, I thought it was time to give it my first try. Bought a bottle of pernod, and made my way home.
At home, I first tried the absinth with ice water. -LAME-. The visual effect is cool, but the taste was meh. I then proceeded to pour myself another glass to try it straight.
As a preface to this, know I am a licorice fan. I try every variety I can find, and am especially fond of salted licorice.
SWEET JESUS I'D FOUND THE HOLY GRAIL.
The taste was fantastic, and I was coming upon a rapid realization that I was well past tipsy. So I went upstairs, and played videogames until Tery returned. I know I was talking to him. But I was talking to him in a strange fusion of Bernard Black and Father Jack. I couldn't stop. He thought it was outrageously funny. We then plowed through a bunch of episodes of Ashes to Ashes. Upon realizing I had a choice between cooling down, and being completely unable to talk, I started drinking water. It was then I found out I couldn't do the accent anymore.
THIS REQUIRES FURTHER TESTING.
Wednesday was my first free day in years, so I went and saw 'The girl who played with fire'.
Thursday, I did a staged reading of 'Geeks Vs Zombies' by one of the staffers at Bruised Orange. I also hit Marshall Fields to get some candy for my upcoming trip (really obnoxiously colored stuff to match my plans with my friends), and have some Godiva. The candy merchant, Christian, was a hoot. He gave me a coconut truffle to allay my suffering at the price of the godivas, and flat out refused to put the godivas and my lollipops (did I mention they are obnoxious?) in the same bag, lest the lower-class confections contaminate the truffles.
Friday was Fried Chicken and Scott Pilgrim with Tery. Loved it. Life is richer in two-player co-op.
Saturday was getting more stuff for the trip, using the candies as a color-reference.
Sunday I rested. Lots of movies and videos and laundry.
Monday night, we watched Tru Blood and Mad Men. At the end of a rather uncomfortable episode of Mad Men, AMC announced a 'drink shaker' app for the iphone. Tery looked to see if he could get it for my Android phone.
"Do you really want to see me plastered every week?"
"I want to see what other accents you can do!"
A good week.