Blast from the Past
Recently, I have enjoyed quite the trip down Memory Lane, running into both my first year college roommates (I lived in a triple) and my first year college RA within the span of two weeks. It seems I have just about as much in common with them as I did then. I.e. not a whole lot. But really, one doesn't expect to see the girl who spent a good part of one's first semester of college campaigning to get you to switch rooms with her best friend's roommate walking down one's street at 7:00 at night, especially when you thought said girl lived in New York. Seeing the other roommate on Newbury Street was less surprising, although I do wonder if she thought I was dating my twin, and seeing the RA at the house where the R&G cast party was held is just kind of odd. Ahhh, colliding spheres of existence. We won't mention that one of the one-act directors did a sixth grade social studies with one of my good friends from college when they were in elementary school together. Nor will we mention the apparent failure of aforementioned college experience to teach me proper use of the English language. My journal, my grammar, my perogative. Suck it up, cupcake.
Oooh, I should make a "Suck It Up, Cupcake" icon. I blame saraheeyore for my new fascination with icon-making. However, it's good to have a channel for all my Photoshop energies, now that I have been replaced as the Office Photoshop Guru by an actual graphic designer.
What else was I going to say? Oh yes. The small world phenonmenon. The disadvantage to living in a small world is that there is a higher density of crap to trip over while walking around. Today, for example, I knocked over the pile of PlayDough (er, Fun Dough in generic-brand-speak) on my office floor. And the mail delivery guy who walked in immediately after (timing is everything) wanted to know how many kids I had. Apparently having kids is the only reason anyone would be in possession of eight cans of Fun Dough. This is what's wrong with the universe, people. Not enough PlayDough in the real world. And the PlayDough that IS in the world is all Creativity-Free. Kids these days. Ain't nothin' like the real thing, baby.
And speaking of things that are real, let's talk about my rack for a second. I mentioned a while back that I was trying to find a bathing suit to replace the one I accidentally left in France last summer? Well, I finally found a store that offered two piece suits that I actually liked, and whose components were sold separately. But the difference between the bottom and the top that actually fit me...seven sizes! People, I am NOT a disproportionate human being! This is really odd. When I last bought bathing suits, I had NO problem finding things that fit on the first go. None.
I suppose you all will get disturbed if I transition between my chest and my feet using the word "lumps" as a transition? Well, pretend I didn't. My silver sandals gave me blisters. It took me a year to find silver sandals that fit and now, two years later, they are defunct. That's sad. But I did put together that "suck it up" icon to make myself feel better. I rock! Though not in time for anomie22's livejournal icon play-offs. (See, Ben, free publicity! I'm not trying to get on your good side so I can steal your idea in the future or anything. I would NEVER do something like that...you Scrabble-space-stealing maniac.)
Oooh, I should make a "Suck It Up, Cupcake" icon. I blame saraheeyore for my new fascination with icon-making. However, it's good to have a channel for all my Photoshop energies, now that I have been replaced as the Office Photoshop Guru by an actual graphic designer.
What else was I going to say? Oh yes. The small world phenonmenon. The disadvantage to living in a small world is that there is a higher density of crap to trip over while walking around. Today, for example, I knocked over the pile of PlayDough (er, Fun Dough in generic-brand-speak) on my office floor. And the mail delivery guy who walked in immediately after (timing is everything) wanted to know how many kids I had. Apparently having kids is the only reason anyone would be in possession of eight cans of Fun Dough. This is what's wrong with the universe, people. Not enough PlayDough in the real world. And the PlayDough that IS in the world is all Creativity-Free. Kids these days. Ain't nothin' like the real thing, baby.
And speaking of things that are real, let's talk about my rack for a second. I mentioned a while back that I was trying to find a bathing suit to replace the one I accidentally left in France last summer? Well, I finally found a store that offered two piece suits that I actually liked, and whose components were sold separately. But the difference between the bottom and the top that actually fit me...seven sizes! People, I am NOT a disproportionate human being! This is really odd. When I last bought bathing suits, I had NO problem finding things that fit on the first go. None.
I suppose you all will get disturbed if I transition between my chest and my feet using the word "lumps" as a transition? Well, pretend I didn't. My silver sandals gave me blisters. It took me a year to find silver sandals that fit and now, two years later, they are defunct. That's sad. But I did put together that "suck it up" icon to make myself feel better. I rock! Though not in time for anomie22's livejournal icon play-offs. (See, Ben, free publicity! I'm not trying to get on your good side so I can steal your idea in the future or anything. I would NEVER do something like that...you Scrabble-space-stealing maniac.)