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Apr. 19th, 2008 09:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wakeiseiyoThe highlights of the day, so you all don't think I'm just a raging sociopath all the time - merely petty and bitter. :D :D :D
Cormac! *glomp* Thank you for your kind words. <3
Saw Her Idacellency and His Jensellency, and Rowan and Cerridwen. Much joy. Saw Madalena and Will - I need to get her her hard drive. I also need to pin her down and make her teach me how to make her garb, dammit. So pretty! I hope I don't run out of steam for Collegium next week (having not pre-reg'ed for it, I don't know how long I'll be staying if classes are full). Saw Shadow. :D (She's as skinny and pretty as ever and it's just NOT FAIR.) Saw other folks who I don't know as well as I'd like to, and if I ever get past the fact I'm sorely lacking in social history with these people (and thus have much less in common), fully intend to try and hang out with until I'm shooed off. [I only look confident and socially adept. Really I'm just a pigeon-toed misfit who so very much wishes people in groups larger than two didn't scare the everloving shite outta me. Yes, I DO care what people think. I'll get over it, someday.]
Trim! Only bought a yard, came home, and found it wasn't enough by 10". So much for my ability to eyeball measurements. It also doesn't match what I bought it for, anyway, so I'll use it for something else small and silly and worth decorating. Like the clothes I'm threatening the dog(s) with.
Button! I finally stitched on the button to my shoulder bag. It's only been on my to-do list since October. (One. Button. Behold my powers of procrastination!)
Chair! Took out the big honkin' Blue Thing and put in the newly-arrived task chair that actually fits up against the desk and takes a third of the space. Tomorrow we swing by Staples for a second floor mat so I can roll around the room without getting mired in the carpet. (Mom is promising hardwood floors in the not-too-distant future, but I really have trouble believing it will happen. There's just too much other stuff going on. That and I'd rather like to get new furniture in here, too, and that's not coming out of the home improvement budget. So.)
Peanut butter rice krispy treats. 'Nuff said. Should've asked for the recipe.
Good parking spot. Those are rare enough in SoCal (SoCaid?) to merit a mention, I think.
Ikea chair - comfy and easily portable and sturdy - no wobbling. Just needs a cushion for the back and seat, if I find time. (Not even that much of one, really - some layers of quilt batting would do it.)
I debated getting myself in trouble on the way home - the local fire department was having a car wash in the Carls' Jr. parking lot where I stopped for lunch, and as my car desperately needs cleaning, I wondered if it would be worth telling said firemen I'd buy a car wash if they stripped down to their boxers to do it. Leave the helmets on, a'course. :P Given that the local PD was probably there too, somewhere, I think I'll take my chances on washing it at the drive-thru place down the street instead. (Especially given that I was dressed rather like a medievaloid bag lady at the time. No sense LOOKING for trouble and getting committed in a state-run mental facility somewhere. Shock treatments just aren't my kink.)
Cormac! *glomp* Thank you for your kind words. <3
Saw Her Idacellency and His Jensellency, and Rowan and Cerridwen. Much joy. Saw Madalena and Will - I need to get her her hard drive. I also need to pin her down and make her teach me how to make her garb, dammit. So pretty! I hope I don't run out of steam for Collegium next week (having not pre-reg'ed for it, I don't know how long I'll be staying if classes are full). Saw Shadow. :D (She's as skinny and pretty as ever and it's just NOT FAIR.) Saw other folks who I don't know as well as I'd like to, and if I ever get past the fact I'm sorely lacking in social history with these people (and thus have much less in common), fully intend to try and hang out with until I'm shooed off. [I only look confident and socially adept. Really I'm just a pigeon-toed misfit who so very much wishes people in groups larger than two didn't scare the everloving shite outta me. Yes, I DO care what people think. I'll get over it, someday.]
Trim! Only bought a yard, came home, and found it wasn't enough by 10". So much for my ability to eyeball measurements. It also doesn't match what I bought it for, anyway, so I'll use it for something else small and silly and worth decorating. Like the clothes I'm threatening the dog(s) with.
Button! I finally stitched on the button to my shoulder bag. It's only been on my to-do list since October. (One. Button. Behold my powers of procrastination!)
Chair! Took out the big honkin' Blue Thing and put in the newly-arrived task chair that actually fits up against the desk and takes a third of the space. Tomorrow we swing by Staples for a second floor mat so I can roll around the room without getting mired in the carpet. (Mom is promising hardwood floors in the not-too-distant future, but I really have trouble believing it will happen. There's just too much other stuff going on. That and I'd rather like to get new furniture in here, too, and that's not coming out of the home improvement budget. So.)
Peanut butter rice krispy treats. 'Nuff said. Should've asked for the recipe.
Good parking spot. Those are rare enough in SoCal (SoCaid?) to merit a mention, I think.
Ikea chair - comfy and easily portable and sturdy - no wobbling. Just needs a cushion for the back and seat, if I find time. (Not even that much of one, really - some layers of quilt batting would do it.)
I debated getting myself in trouble on the way home - the local fire department was having a car wash in the Carls' Jr. parking lot where I stopped for lunch, and as my car desperately needs cleaning, I wondered if it would be worth telling said firemen I'd buy a car wash if they stripped down to their boxers to do it. Leave the helmets on, a'course. :P Given that the local PD was probably there too, somewhere, I think I'll take my chances on washing it at the drive-thru place down the street instead. (Especially given that I was dressed rather like a medievaloid bag lady at the time. No sense LOOKING for trouble and getting committed in a state-run mental facility somewhere. Shock treatments just aren't my kink.)
