Sooooooo

Apr. 8th, 2010 02:54 pm
nirix5: (aerith wanderlust)
I've been away from LJ for a while, obviously. Nothing much has changed terribly, except, it has. Mostly for the better.

I GOT BRACES FINALLY OMG OMG OMG.

Got over last spring's weirdness.
Moved to a different apartment (and about to move again- joy.)
Graduating in May...
...but I have to get through the conference in April.
(History of Underwear for the win?)
Helped build a dock. Went to Ohayocon. Bought more kimono ("It's not an addiction, IT'S A COLLECTION.")
Struggling with Latin, with philosophy, with academia in general.

GOT A KITTEN AND SHE IS THE MOST WONDERFUL THING IN THE WORLD.

Her name is Valacyclovir Normandy.

Got braces.

Went to Staten Island for Easter for the first time in ages and ages.

Spent my first Christmas away from home.

Wrote the first paper I've ever gotten really excited about.

Read some good books.

Fell on my ass in the snow.

Made some serious pie.

PIE!
nirix5: (the world always decides (sibylla))
I so did absolutely nothing over the weekend.

Mostly this was because I spent the time in Benadryl-induced sleep, but it was also because Dad wasn't around so we could all relax.

I watched three hours of cooking shows on PBS on Saturday. Then I watched Nature and a travelogue on Switzerland last night. So now I can tell you all about what kind of wine goes with biscotti, how to make a basalmic reduction glaze for squash, how to grill a $200 beef tenderloin so it isn't fucked up and horrible, brazil nut trees, how everything in the Amazon rainforest is custom designed to kill you, chicken eating spiders, and Interlaken, which has the only steam train that goes up a mountain in Switzerland.

I've been really restless the past couple of weeks. I think it's starting to get on Quinn's nerves. I keep telling him that I'm going to drop out of school and go run away with the Gypsies, or I'm going to graduate in June but after that I'm going to head east and not stop until I find myself in New York again. I told him he could come if he wants to, but he doesn't seem to be interested. He also told me I wasn't allowed to go, and if he went anywhere, it would be to track my ass down and haul me back by my hair if he had to.

Obviously he has no idea what he's dealing with. An around-the-world chase thing intrigues me. I would leave him great clues.

OMG. It would be like Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego, except it would be Where in the World is Feather! Quinn could chase me around and Rockapella could do the soundtrack.

I tried to reason with him, telling him that it would be like Indian Jones at least some of the time. Maybe telling him that I would be Indiana and he would be Markus/Short Round/Elsa the Nazi-in-disguise/Sala was a step backwards.

Today he accused me of being confusing. I accused him of not being on my train of thought track.

"You mean tracking your train of thought?"
"Yep, that would be it. It's hard to follow. It zigzags."
"It also randomly flies off the tracks and floats in other directions."
"It's a magnet train. A bullet train. Honey, it could be like The Mummy! We could wake up a dead high priest and then put him back again!!!"
"...In Switzerland?"
"No. In Egypt, dur. And we can ride ponies in Mongolia."
"Aren't the ponies there the size of trucks, or something?"
"Pssh, no! They're like, small. We might have to get regular horses for the steppes."
"Which would make them the size of-"
"ELEPHANTS! Which is a great idea! We can ride them across the Alps, like Hannibal! I bet no one's done that in years!"

Whereupon he told me that it just wasn't practical. When did he become the practical one, I asked him. You buy a lightsaber and forget to eat. You're everything but practical.

This whole thing boils down to "I want to go and have adventures" and "he wants to stay and make video games."

Of course, he's already been like, fucking everywhere. His mom took him all over the US and Europe when he was little.

Thinking about all that kind of stuff last night opened to the door to major angst (again.) I wonder why TPTB made me an insanely jealous and competitive person, seriously. That kind of shit only leads to unhappiness.

Hmm. This has the potential to get kind of nasty. Worrying thought.

Except it doesn't at all, really. I guess I just want too much.

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nirix5: (the world always decides (sibylla))
I so did absolutely nothing over the weekend.

Mostly this was because I spent the time in Benadryl-induced sleep, but it was also because Dad wasn't around so we could all relax.

I watched three hours of cooking shows on PBS on Saturday. Then I watched Nature and a travelogue on Switzerland last night. So now I can tell you all about what kind of wine goes with biscotti, how to make a basalmic reduction glaze for squash, how to grill a $200 beef tenderloin so it isn't fucked up and horrible, brazil nut trees, how everything in the Amazon rainforest is custom designed to kill you, chicken eating spiders, and Interlaken, which has the only steam train that goes up a mountain in Switzerland.

I've been really restless the past couple of weeks. I think it's starting to get on Quinn's nerves. I keep telling him that I'm going to drop out of school and go run away with the Gypsies, or I'm going to graduate in June but after that I'm going to head east and not stop until I find myself in New York again. I told him he could come if he wants to, but he doesn't seem to be interested. He also told me I wasn't allowed to go, and if he went anywhere, it would be to track my ass down and haul me back by my hair if he had to.

Obviously he has no idea what he's dealing with. An around-the-world chase thing intrigues me. I would leave him great clues.

OMG. It would be like Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego, except it would be Where in the World is Feather! Quinn could chase me around and Rockapella could do the soundtrack.

I tried to reason with him, telling him that it would be like Indian Jones at least some of the time. Maybe telling him that I would be Indiana and he would be Markus/Short Round/Elsa the Nazi-in-disguise/Sala was a step backwards.

Today he accused me of being confusing. I accused him of not being on my train of thought track.

"You mean tracking your train of thought?"
"Yep, that would be it. It's hard to follow. It zigzags."
"It also randomly flies off the tracks and floats in other directions."
"It's a magnet train. A bullet train. Honey, it could be like The Mummy! We could wake up a dead high priest and then put him back again!!!"
"...In Switzerland?"
"No. In Egypt, dur. And we can ride ponies in Mongolia."
"Aren't the ponies there the size of trucks, or something?"
"Pssh, no! They're like, small. We might have to get regular horses for the steppes."
"Which would make them the size of-"
"ELEPHANTS! Which is a great idea! We can ride them across the Alps, like Hannibal! I bet no one's done that in years!"

Whereupon he told me that it just wasn't practical. When did he become the practical one, I asked him. You buy a lightsaber and forget to eat. You're everything but practical.

This whole thing boils down to "I want to go and have adventures" and "he wants to stay and make video games."

Of course, he's already been like, fucking everywhere. His mom took him all over the US and Europe when he was little.

Thinking about all that kind of stuff last night opened to the door to major angst (again.) I wonder why TPTB made me an insanely jealous and competitive person, seriously. That kind of shit only leads to unhappiness.

Hmm. This has the potential to get kind of nasty. Worrying thought.

Except it doesn't at all, really. I guess I just want too much.

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nirix5: (grissom and the brain)
This indecisiveness has got to stop, I swear to god. I get someone to make me a different header, and then, I change my mind the minute I see some of Northern Ballet Theater's photos. Then I decide that they could lead but nothing but trouble on my part (read: talking Quinn into taking ballet with me to act out some strange psuedo-pas-de-deux-from-Dracula fantasy) and decide that I'm happy with what I requested in the first place.

Discussed my fears concerning Quinn's hippocampus in the diner today. I think I'd freak out if he lost his short term memory and turned into the guy from Memento, or that musician guy we watched on a video in psych class. Also discussed crying on the bus in relation to these [paranoid] fears. Mainly, everyone just looked at me funny. Nothing new there.

Went to SI for the West Brighton Reunion over the weekend. The whole thing was kind of 'eh' until James and Aunt Sean showed up. Then James and I got kind of tipsy. I say "kind of"... I was still able to walk, but that was about it. Three White Russians can do that to you, but it made not knowing anyone there a little bit easier to deal with, so who cares? Never mind that I wound up going to bed at like, eight o'clock.

It was cool meeting all the people I've heard about over the years, though. Finally met the infamous Dave Johansen, who played the Ghost of Christmas Past in Scrooged and sang on SNL with Sigourney Weaver or something. He was there with Mara, who he may or may not be married to and who may or may not be Steven Tyler's ex-wife.

But if she is Steven Tyler's ex-wife... then HA HA HA!!! I CAN KICK ALL YOUR ASSES AT SIX DEGREES OF LOTR!!!

I won an alarm clock as a door prize.

I also looked through old pictures of my mother and aunt's trip to Europe. My mom and her sisters were sexy as fucking hell. Holy shit, like OMG whoa- I bet if I showed those pictures to people, they'd be like, dude. Those chicks are hot.

We stayed at Uncle Mike's this time, instead of Jersey, like we usually do. I love Jersey and everything, but I liked visiting Uncle Mike and Aunt Rhonda and the boys. I hardly ever get to see them. Daniel and Connor are crazed monkeys and I absolutely love them. Especially Connor, even if he did keep trying to use my shirt as a Kleenex. Uncle Mike talked me into giving the dog a bath, too, which he caught on camera. One for the vaults, I suppose.

Then yesterday I got the car! I went to Quinn's! It was great and then it was weird because it was like WHOA Cartoon Network is FUCKED UP and messes my brain around. Then it was, meh, hungry... so I was like, I know so I brought food so let's go out to the car and get it, and then everything was GREAT and then it was kind of, "Dammit." And then it was magically great again. Great! Wonderful! Hurrah!

Upshot of this: I have a new favorite song.

Then I made soup and couscous. Talked Quinn into eating the couscous- he didn't want to because it reminded him of grits. Replied that it was, in fact, not grits, but Middle Eastern tiny pasta bits, and he didn't have to eat if if he didn't like it. Then he ate it and ate the leftovers today at school OMG.

Next I have to get him to try caviar.

____

I've got about three yards of a very pretty toile. I'm thinking about making a corset with it. Yay for corsets!

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The trip to/from Jersey- kind of hellish, in a very low-key way, with a brief beach interlude in the middle. The beach- absolutely wonderful, but in no way relaxing. Which is definitely a good thing... I mean, who wants to go swimming in calm water where the waves aren't four feet taller than you are and will knock you out cold if you're not paying attention?

FINALLY was pressed into buying bikini bottoms. On the boardwalk, in fact, after going in for ten minutes in board shorts and a tank top. That turned out to be a dumb idea, so I took the plunge and bought some bottoms from a bunch of beautiful Russian people who called me Sweetie and looked very concerned for my health and possibly my sanity when I walked into their store, dripping wet, sandy, and with a sock on one hand like a mitten.

(The sock was there because I had gotten a spectacularly bad rope burn earlier in the morning while walking the dog. Dog 1 saw Dog 2 and took the fuck off, dragging a leash and twelve feet of thin rope through my hand before I could think. It was so bad that I got faint and queasy and my hand wouldn't stop shaking when Nana wrapped it for me. We decided to go to the beach anyway, and she put a sock over the bandages to keep the sand out.)

Swimming at the shore when it's rough is like really great sex. You get knocked over, your clothes get ripped off, it's wet, salty, and all parties involved end up with skinned knees. In between the really rough parts, there's nice pleasant swells to catch and just kind of ride, when the water kind of cradles you. It's thrilling, and you laugh and giggle just because you can. However, during sex Quinn never blows a whistle at me because I'm drifting too close to the end of the bed. Apparently life guards don't appreciate it when you get pushed in the direction of a giant pier.

Went home the next day. Chilled on SI for all of a half an hour, but Nana drove by my old house for me. I'm so glad I'm from the North Shore- I miss it so, so much. Then I took the ferry into the city and caught the subway to Port Authority, where I missed the bus by fifteen minutes. As a result, I caught the 6:35 and didn't get home until midnight.

That's about it, really. School starts tomorrow. Oh, and Dad acquired a Hammond Organ today. Mom is gonna be flippin pissed when she finds out that her china cabinet is being moved to accomodate it.

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nirix5: (iharthdarth: kittens!)
Off to NJ. Back tomorrow.

May see beach for like 30 seconds.

Kristen- possibly September. Some reunion thingy that I don't think I'm staying at through the night. So, girl's night out in the City? Yesh?
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So here I am, back in the stupid Boonies. At school. With a class to go to in an hour or so.

And I am kind of very sick.

My voice is totally and completely gone. This really sucks when you want to squee about the trip you just took to your friends and family. Trust me when I say it is difficult to communicate the concept of "You can drink four or five smoothie-type drinks and be totally fine, but one rum and coke and you fall flat on your ass and can't do an axel in the living room to demonstrate that you really were a figure skater once" using sign language. However, pointing to pictures and giving the thumbs up sign seems to work well for most things.

In addition to being sickish I barely slept at all last night. I finally started to fall asleep when my alarm went off. Goddamnit.

But hey!!! I got the tiara pictures Jean took!!!


Jeannette
Jeannette

Wearing one of my tiaras while home on leave last year.




Jeannette
Jeannette

Jeannette wearing one of my tiaras... this time sitting in front of her 50-caliber machine gun in Iraq.



Oh, by the way? The Killers totally rock my world. OMFG yes.

[ETA: On my last full day in WA, Jeannette threw a party. It was awesome. It's actually the first time we've ever gotten drunk together, barring any mishaps in gym class in eighth grade. She's got awesome friends. There was much taking off of socks for some reason, and throwing them around. And smoothie drinks. There was trying (and mostly succeeding) to navigate an axel around party guests and a coffee table while shitfaced, and the sentence "Sock...window...fuck!" was laughed over.

And then the next day I left. Sob, sob.]
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Going back home tomorrow. Boo. Hiss.

But! Party tonight! Hopefully there will be more rockin' Mudslides. Seriously, Jean's Mudslides own my soul. Almost as much as Sara does. Which should really be telling you something.

The rest of today will be spent a) cooking, b) trying to fit more shit than I came with into a small suitcase, and c) figuring out how to pack porquipine quills and seashells in checked baggage so they don't break.

So glad I didn't buy anthing intricate at the Tacoma Glass Museum yesterday. SO GLAD.

---The Tacoma Glass Museum seriously rocked. We got to watch the HotShop guys make vases and small animals. There was much appreciative question asking, and giggling in the bathroom because of the quasi-flirting.


Dark Angle
Dark Angle

Yeah, it's me on top of the Space Needle.




The Beach
The Beach

Kyoko and Sumiko chillin' on the beach. This photo came out pretty good, considering I took it holding the camera at arm's length.

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Jean and I went to the beach yesterday. It so, so rocked. The place we went to is a couple of hours from Olympia, and it's a really nice drive through Aberdeen and up the coast. We got to the beach at ten or so- the mist hadn't burned off completely yet, and these sweeping cliffs disappeared into it up and down the coast. The ocean is spectacular.

We drove right onto the beach and walked down to the waterline. The tide was out so it was hella far away; and the closer you got to the water, the beach-scummier it got. Beach scum is this brown goo that the thin tidal waves wash in. The waves chased us back up the beach a couple of times, so after a while we stopped trying to get too far out and tried to dig up a clam.

It didn't work. Stupid clams. It was in there, but we just couldn't dig down deep enough.

The rest of the morning was spent looking for and collecting pretty shells and driftwood and meandering all over the beach. There were all these empty crab shells all over the place- they were really creepy looking and made a sound like potato chips when you stepped on them.

After a while, these islands appeared off shore that hadn't been visible before. We decided to go investigate and forded a pretty deep creek in Jean's Ford to get closer.

While we were on that side of the beach, we wrote stupid things in the sand and took picutres of it.

Things like:

Puddin'
Heather <3's Puddin'
Kyoko
Sumiko
GeekLover 4-Ever!
YoBling


Because I am a giant, giant geek. Yep. I think I also wrote out "Grissom" in the sand and took a picture to drive my mother nuts.

Then we drove back and re-forded the creek, stopping near this gigantic piece of driftwood treeroot. We got out the picnic that we'd brought with us and climbed up on top to eat it. It was very froo-froo- bread and cheese and fruit with Merlot jelly. Merlot jelly is something, let me tell you.

After we left the beach, we went back to Olympia and walked around the Capitol for a couple of hours. The cherry trees are all blooming here, and it was wonderful to just walk around in the late afternoon and admire them :) Olympia is really a beautiful city. It doesn't have the same shit feel to it that Albany has to NYC, and breaks the "state capitols are always holes" thing right to bits.

.....................

DUDE. I SAW A WHOLE BUNCH OF STRIKER TANKS TODAY AND IT WAS FUCKING COOL.

I went to Fort Lewis with Jeannette today, and she showed me the whole thing. The office buildings, the General's building, all the nice barracks and all the shitty barracks. The whole base is a little city unto itself, and it is HUGE. It's one of the biggest bases in the whole country. We drove by the airfield, and I saw Blackhawks and some other kind of helicopter whose speed is classified. After Jeannette showed me all over, she took me to this place called Solo Point (that's still part of the base) and we picked up mussel shells that had been washed up on the beach. It looks over the southern end of Puget Sound, and it was very peaceful in the light mist thing that was going on. Of course, that only lasted until the artillery fire started up, but since you drive to it through an impact zone, I guess it's only to be expected.

We wound up going to breakfast with Jean's friend Jerry, and he's really cool. I just sat back and listened to them tell war stories about Iraq and Korea.

After we left the base, we drove over to Steilacoom for milkshakes. What a cute, cute little town. No one really knows it's there, and it's quaint without being hokey. And the views of the Sound were awesome :)

And I guess I'm all babbled out and caught up now.

But babbled out and caught up with lots of pretty seashells!!!! *squees*
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Wait for it... wait for it...

NOTHING!!!

It was great. I gravitated from the couch and music videos to a book to the laptop, via the kitchen and the balcony. Then I fell asleep and woke up when Jeannette came home and started banging on the door since she'd left her house key with me.

Then we went out for sushi. Word to the wise: stay the hell away from Philly rolls. Take it from someone who now knows. Rice and clumps of cream cheese DO. NOT. MIX.

It probably would have been better if they used less cream cheese. The rest of the sushi was excellent, though, and so was the gyoza. Jean got into a big discussion with the people who worked there about Korea (they were Korean) and a good time was had by all.

We watched something like one and a half episodes of the West Wing last night. I think I could find that show addicting. Hoo boy. Martin Sheen Grissom Martin Sheen Grissom for President ...Ah, the hell with it.

Jean and I are going to the beach today.

AWESOME!!!!!!
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I am watching the sun come up over Mount Rainier, and it is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life.

You should all be so jealous. Trust me on this.

I forgive the Minneapolis-St. Paul International Airport )

Seattle! )

*SQUEES AND POINTS TO ICON!!!!!* THE SPACE NEEDLE WAS SO FUCKING AWESOME.

You can see EVERYTHING from up there. It's so wonderfully, wonderfully windy, too.

And no, before anyone asks (although Tom already did *rolls eyes*) I could not get onto the actual roof. Dark Angel can get onto the roof. Dark Angle cannot. But she can run around the observation deck like she owns the place- except when someone's taking a picture and you have to wait to pass them until they're finished.

Standing up there and looking down on downtown Seattle and Mount Rainier, I decided that I am going to wind up out here one day.

Now all I need is my Ninja ;)

In which Feather is briefly, squeeishly embarrased )

I am so, so incredibly happy right now. I'm with Jeannette again; it's been so hard to hang out with her the way I want to, since she's in the army and travelling and all. I miss her all the time. Jeremy is really cool. Washington rocks, and odd as this sounds, smells wonderful. Jean actually lives in Olympia, which is about an hour away from Seattle, and from what I can see of it from Jean's balcony, it's pretty sweet too. She really loves it here.

Anyway, this entry has been slowly composed over the course of two hours, and I think it's about time that I got my act together and hopped in the shower and stuff. Then I think I'll go exploring for a little while- Jean said something about a park across the street. Sounds like fun to me.
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Dear Motherfucker who designed Minneapolis-St. Paul International Airport:

Fuck you. Fuck you and your goddamn LONG airport right up your ass with a sideways baseball bat. I hate you and I hope you get run over by a goddamn truck, you sadistic sonofabitch.

Choke on a radish and die a difficult, painful, lingering death. And when you cross over I hope you miss YOUR connecting flight to heaven and wind up in a hellish mockery of your stupid brainchild for the rest of eternity.

Sincerely, a pissed off and out of breath Feather
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BECAUSE I LEAVE FOR SEATTLE TOMORROW AFTERNOON!!!!!!

Seriously, Jean and I were squeeing like idiots on the phone yesterday.

We're going to stay overnight in Seattle itself and then spend Sunday going around and doing things- the art museum, the open air market, and OMFG THE SPACE NEEDLE!!!! (The Dark Angel fangirl in me is thrilled at this prospect.) Then we're going up to Olympia. You can see Puget Sound and Mount Rainier from her apartment, and there's tons of cool shit to do. Party on Friday night, too :) Heh. I love me some parties.

I can barely, barely wait.

Of course, there's all the shit I have to get done before I go. I need, need, NEED to buy a black hoodie and a couple more shirts and some cargo pants. I also have to clean my room and somehow get to the mall for more body spray. How the hell this is going to be accomplished I have no idea.

Mom said I can take her camera, which I'm very happy about. The cherry blossoms are out and it's not supposed to rain until Thursday. Jean and Jeremy have to work all Monday, so I have the apartment to myself, but Jean told me that the high-speed internet access, cable, and tons of anime are all mine to play with. (However, I am going to be a good girl and bring my studying with me.)

*dances and squees*

Now, however, I need to see about getting some food. I'm starving and it's getting kind of ridiculous.

Bitch stole my line!!! Or, my thoughts on last night's CSI episode. )

But wait!

Jan. 26th, 2005 08:12 am
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I GOT MY TICKETS TO SEATTLE IN THE MAIL YESTERDAY!!

*happy dances*

All right. Am cheered. Go me!

Yay, back.

Jan. 18th, 2005 01:21 pm
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Sociology looks likes it's going to be hella interesting; ditto for Public Speaking. Which I've just been informed isn't normal Public Speaking; it's the superhyperultraomnipotent version of Public Speaking and is therefore the best EVAR kthnx.

Next class is Algebra at two.

I can't find my ATM card. I really, really hope I left it in my other coat pocket, which would just be fucking stupid because [I thought] I grabbed everything out of my coat pockets and dumped it all into my purse, which I brought with me to school. So now I've got a useless heavy purse with a load of crap in it and no ATM card, which was the point for bringing the purse in the first place.

I've got enough money to get home and get a bagel at Dunkin Donuts, so I guess that's what counts.

I wish it was March.
BECAUSE I AM GOING TO SEATTLE TO VISIT JEANNETTE FOR SPRING BREAK.

And that just rocks my goddamn world.

*happy dances*
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Sometimes I hate doing this job; this has nothing to do with the job itself but rather with the fact that my hands are able to work without my brain being involved.

I guess it's just and Angst Day for me. I've gone over all the beef with my parents in my head, and it all still stings, no matter how much time passes. Well, fuck it. I think I'll just take off at the end of the week- go on a walkabout or something. Maybe I'll wind up someplace more interesting than this.

In other news I saw a bagpiper on the subway yesterday. This wouldn't have been so memorable except that he wasn't busking around; just sitting there like everyone else, in full bagpipe livery with his pipes on his shoulder. Staring determinedly at an ad for a skin care clinic.

I'm home, by the way. Got in at eight something last night, in a foul, headachy mood from too much sugar and no real food. I blame this entirely on the fucktwat ticket lady, who took half an hour to get two tickets before she could take care of mine, and then went extra special slow, just for me! Thus, my 'go and get a slice of pizza' time went out the proverbial window.

So here I sit, updating, but unable to check my email cause Dad talked John into thinking that Hotmail is eeeevil and full of viiiiirusssssessss. (More angst.)

I think I'm going to the park for target practice tonight.

Oh, yes.
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And they're usually involved with horses, and he always leaves them alone in their tents. Then he goes and hangs out with the brunette chick and touches her ears. WTF??? Oh, what the hell. Get down with your bad self, Veggo.

So, where have I been for the last few weeks, you ask?

Here, there and everywhere, up, down and in between. Things have been crazy. This should come as no surprise.

I, Feather, am a Nice Person. Therefore, I have Cut This For You. Yay.

Work, and Joanie’s Defection )

Work, carrying on )

And then on Friday, Aunt Sean came up to visit )

Wherein Feather gets FIRED!!! )

New Jersey: Part one )

New York: part one, with Original Paper Entry! )

New York, day two )

A random day trip to Washington, D.C. )

Yesterday we didn’t do much. Just cooked with Uncle Kevin, but that involved a trip to the Asian supermarket, homemade teriyaki sause, miso soup, and daikon salad. Now I know how miso soup is made. It’s an interesting process with seaweed, benito flakes, miso, tofu, and more seaweed. I’m not insanely fond of it but now I know how to make it. Yay!

Today Aunt Sean and I went and saw Secret Window. That movie was insanely predictable and yet somehow enjoyable (probably because of Johnny Depp.) Then we snuck in to watch a few minutes of LOTR (Legolas taking down the elephant!) before coming home again. Then Alex came home, and she, I, and her friend Kelly all went to the mall to see the prom dresses they’re getting tomorrow. Alex looks like a princess, but this isn’t unusual since the girl is drop dead gorgeous. We got our pictures taken at one of those picture things (real informative, I know. The booths in the mall that take you picture with a video camera and make it into a t-shirt.) The guy is going to use one of them for display. Wow! Infamy in a New Jersey Mall. I got two buttons- one of me and Alex, and the other of the three of us.

Then we came home and ate dinner (steak Haddad- or, as Aunt Sean tells me, “STEAK AL-HATTAL!!!!!” Told her it was a piece of Hidalgo, from when he fell into the stake pit, and she it me on the head with a fork. Hee hee.)

So here I am, at the end of a horrendous journal entry. I’ve got a long trip ahead of me tomorrow, which I’m kicking myself for, since Uncle Kevin said that if I could stay an extra day he’d go and see ROTK with me tomorrow. This is something of a personal triumph since he usually never goes to movies. Dammit, dammit. What to do.

Two things that don’t seem to belong anywhere: I have a new [girly] purse. It’s red. Kate picked it out, since I’m useless at that kind of stuff. So, yay. I also have girly shoes. Black high-heeled things, that aren’t high heels per say. It’s wonderful, going by plate glass windows and realizing how good my shoes look with my jeans. As long as I don’t go past my knees, lol.

I’m sick of typing now, so I’m out.

Nellie and Sara, thank you so much for the cards! *blows kisses*

Lise, hang in there, babe.

Love you all. Leave comments and show the love.
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And I hurt all over. For some reason, there's more walking involved on the return trip than there is when I go down. The train always drops me off on the LIRR tracks, instead of NJT, which means that I have to walk all the way across Penn Station to get to the subway. Then I always wind up on the wrong platform, which means I have (what feels like) a mile underground hike to the main concourse at Port Authority from the subway platform. Of course this all happens with incredibly heavy and hard to hold bags and packages, since I always come back with at least three times more than I left with. Most of that is food. My arms feel like they've been ripped out of their sockets, but I made it. Huzzah.

(Other traveling gripes: looking pathetic always gets the unwanted attention of those baggage men. Or whatever you call them- they grab your bags from you and escort you to your gate for a few bucks, because 'they're a little short today.' So what can you do? I can't do anything, except give them a couple of dollars even though I know it's a racket. But whatever.)

I really need to write down everything that happened before I forget it. So there's going to be one huge update coming, but I'll be nice and cut it for you so it doesn't take up your friends list. Since I love you all so much.
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I haven't really had the time to update like I've wanted to. I'll do that when I get home on Monday.

Have been having lots of adventures. Wish you were here. Tra la la.

BUT I WENT TO ASBURY PARK LAST NIGHT!!!!! HOW FUCKING COOL IS THAT?!?!?!

Took a picture of Madam Marie's, but I don't know if it'll come out. I hope so.

Asbury Park at eleven o'clock in the winter is a pretty sketchy place.

*jumps, dances, and is generally excited*
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Okay. *Not* going away for the weekend.

*'going away for weekend' status likely to change without notice.

Oy. If these people could make up their minds....

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