aren't you a little short for a stormtrooper?
'twas the night before christmas, and all through the house not a creature was stirring except for the fucking mouse that seems to have moved into my coat closet. >.< the landlady's son who lives behind me has been duly notified several times, and has been in my house to set traps several times, and there's still a mouse running in and out of my closet. >.< it's not even cold enough for the thing to have to take refuge somewhere warm. hmph.
(no, seriously. when i went out to my parents' house the weather widget in my car said it was 70º. in boston. the day before christmas. what the ever-loving fuck.)
in much more pleasant news, my parents are driving to florida tomorrow so my sister and i went over to say goodbye and (unintentionally, at least on my part) acquire some food from their fridge. so i now have two big-ass onions, a bunch of celery, some cheese with cranberries, and a couple of pita breads. i'm not quite sure what to do with the onions, except maybe make french onion soup, because i can do it in the slow cooker. mmm, soup. good and good for you!
after that my sister and i went back to her neighborhood to a. have dinner, and b. watch star wars, by which i mean episode iv, because one of her coworkers loves her and loaned her his dvds. i remembered way more of it than she did. she was also curious how i remembered "these aren't the droids you're looking for" and that mos eisley is a wretched hive of scum and villainy. i should've just said "eh, because i'm kind of a nerd, how else?" apparently her coworkers think she's kind of a nerd too. she's ok with that.
the babble topic for yesterday, which i didn't do for reasons that escape me, is questionable hair and fashion choices i've made at some point in my life, for dear-tiger, and since my scanner is on the fritz and i can't scan any visual proof, you'll just have to imagine the neon green sweater (it was the 80s), the shoulder pads (again, the 80s), the striped pants (it was the early 70s and my mom dressed me), and the exceptionally floofy hair (high school, an aversion to getting my hair cut, and the kind of profound laziness that meant i just couldn't be bothered with a hair dryer). in retrospect most of my hair choices were questionable ones until i bit the bullet and told the stylist to cut it all off. and a lot of my teenage fashion choices were questionable because, well, it was the 80s.
in even other news, have some modernist gingerbread houses, including the traditional gingerbread fallingwater.
(no, seriously. when i went out to my parents' house the weather widget in my car said it was 70º. in boston. the day before christmas. what the ever-loving fuck.)
in much more pleasant news, my parents are driving to florida tomorrow so my sister and i went over to say goodbye and (unintentionally, at least on my part) acquire some food from their fridge. so i now have two big-ass onions, a bunch of celery, some cheese with cranberries, and a couple of pita breads. i'm not quite sure what to do with the onions, except maybe make french onion soup, because i can do it in the slow cooker. mmm, soup. good and good for you!
after that my sister and i went back to her neighborhood to a. have dinner, and b. watch star wars, by which i mean episode iv, because one of her coworkers loves her and loaned her his dvds. i remembered way more of it than she did. she was also curious how i remembered "these aren't the droids you're looking for" and that mos eisley is a wretched hive of scum and villainy. i should've just said "eh, because i'm kind of a nerd, how else?" apparently her coworkers think she's kind of a nerd too. she's ok with that.
the babble topic for yesterday, which i didn't do for reasons that escape me, is questionable hair and fashion choices i've made at some point in my life, for dear-tiger, and since my scanner is on the fritz and i can't scan any visual proof, you'll just have to imagine the neon green sweater (it was the 80s), the shoulder pads (again, the 80s), the striped pants (it was the early 70s and my mom dressed me), and the exceptionally floofy hair (high school, an aversion to getting my hair cut, and the kind of profound laziness that meant i just couldn't be bothered with a hair dryer). in retrospect most of my hair choices were questionable ones until i bit the bullet and told the stylist to cut it all off. and a lot of my teenage fashion choices were questionable because, well, it was the 80s.
in even other news, have some modernist gingerbread houses, including the traditional gingerbread fallingwater.