boy's pants

I can fit into Jason's jeans :)
When he's not in them, I mean.
We decided to go to the movies, but I was wearing a tank top and shorts. Julia gets cold in movie theaters. I had a sweatshirt to wear, but nothing for my legs... and then I spotted a pair of his jeans and tried them on.
I had to roll up about 6 inches from the bottom, but they fit moderately well.

We saw Undercover Brother, which is just as funny, silly, and topical as it looks. And not too much dumb humor, once again I was surprised. Three stars out of four.

For some reason, Jason and his father both were dumbfounded when I expressed a desire to go and get a "fruit smoothie". They had no clue what I was talking about. They thought Dairy Queen would do it... nay, I say. I needed one of two places: A. a ritzy new-age coffee bar that probably doesn't even serve regular coffee, or B. a health-food eatery. I don't think either exists in Brockton. *sigh* Either way, I didn't get a smoothie.

CLW claims to have processed the late (LATE) checks this morning, so we should get them in the mail by the end of the week. We'd better. Bernice is ready to sue.

Jason wants to go eat thai food with me on Friday :)

I'm going to look for a wimpy part-time job tomorrow (er... today) near the new apartment. It'd be good to have something to do that makes me money.

I'm telling Jason that dying hair is much like making meatloaf (which he did today). You mix some stuff together, pour it on the hair (well, kinda), and smoosh it all around until it's blended well. ;)

boy's pants

I can fit into Jason's jeans :)
When he's not in them, I mean.
We decided to go to the movies, but I was wearing a tank top and shorts. Julia gets cold in movie theaters. I had a sweatshirt to wear, but nothing for my legs... and then I spotted a pair of his jeans and tried them on.
I had to roll up about 6 inches from the bottom, but they fit moderately well.

We saw Undercover Brother, which is just as funny, silly, and topical as it looks. And not too much dumb humor, once again I was surprised. Three stars out of four.

For some reason, Jason and his father both were dumbfounded when I expressed a desire to go and get a "fruit smoothie". They had no clue what I was talking about. They thought Dairy Queen would do it... nay, I say. I needed one of two places: A. a ritzy new-age coffee bar that probably doesn't even serve regular coffee, or B. a health-food eatery. I don't think either exists in Brockton. *sigh* Either way, I didn't get a smoothie.

CLW claims to have processed the late (LATE) checks this morning, so we should get them in the mail by the end of the week. We'd better. Bernice is ready to sue.

Jason wants to go eat thai food with me on Friday :)

I'm going to look for a wimpy part-time job tomorrow (er... today) near the new apartment. It'd be good to have something to do that makes me money.

I'm telling Jason that dying hair is much like making meatloaf (which he did today). You mix some stuff together, pour it on the hair (well, kinda), and smoosh it all around until it's blended well. ;)

Dreams of Norman...

I just had the most wonderful dream.

I came walking down a pretty little bridge and saw a party of Normanites sitting in the grass a little ways off. I know Waylon was wearing grey shorts and a dark blue polo shirt with little green stripes. I sent someone to get him for me (I don't know why I didn't approach the place myself) and he and I talked about Ty and Elizabeth (talked romance about both, heehee) and then looked at some little electronic toys - robot bugs that either shot water at you, or glowed in the dark, or a host of other silly things.

Then we ran into goldbug, and I gave Waylon a goodbye and started walking with her. She was heading to Boston College (right down the street from me here) to meet Karen. I told her what I actually wanted to tell her in real life (so listen up, goldbug!): in architecture, non-accessability SUCKS.

(backstory: Adriana and I went to Boston C. yesterday to get some paperwork for her, a BC grad. They literally, seriously, disturbingly HID the handicapped access ramps. Several times we had to go around to the back of a building to enter, and the library was horrible. It was a very wide building, with stairs covering the front although the doors were off to the left side, and ALL the way down the end on the right the ramp was hidden behind a wall. It was quite a walk out of our way. Plus, once inside we had to use a back elevator to get upstairs, and borrow a special key from the front desk so that we could get from the elevator to the ramp entrance to the student computing center, and even THEN the door to THAT was locked and I went around to the stepped-entrance tell the staff there that my friend in a wheelchair was waiting at the other entrance. ARGH. The whole experience really bothered me.)

Anyway, goldbug and I met up with Karen, and we walked around BC for a while. Luckily, since being there with Adriana yesterday, I knew which building to go into to get the paperwork Karen needed. Interestingly enough, the building was full of water (think aquarium), but it didn't leak out when we opened the door and we could walk and breathe in it fine, so we didn't worry.

I was telling Karen where to go and we were walking through the common room when my cell phone rang. I looked around me for it, but couldn't see it. The sound seemed to be coming from behind me at all times, even if I turned around...

I'm sure you can guess what's next. :) I woke up, and missed the call. Doh! If you called me, let me know!

All in all, that was a VERY pleasant dream, full of idle talk and hanging out with some of my favorite people.

Dreams of Norman...

I just had the most wonderful dream.

I came walking down a pretty little bridge and saw a party of Normanites sitting in the grass a little ways off. I know Waylon was wearing grey shorts and a dark blue polo shirt with little green stripes. I sent someone to get him for me (I don't know why I didn't approach the place myself) and he and I talked about Ty and Elizabeth (talked romance about both, heehee) and then looked at some little electronic toys - robot bugs that either shot water at you, or glowed in the dark, or a host of other silly things.

Then we ran into goldbug, and I gave Waylon a goodbye and started walking with her. She was heading to Boston College (right down the street from me here) to meet Karen. I told her what I actually wanted to tell her in real life (so listen up, goldbug!): in architecture, non-accessability SUCKS.

(backstory: Adriana and I went to Boston C. yesterday to get some paperwork for her, a BC grad. They literally, seriously, disturbingly HID the handicapped access ramps. Several times we had to go around to the back of a building to enter, and the library was horrible. It was a very wide building, with stairs covering the front although the doors were off to the left side, and ALL the way down the end on the right the ramp was hidden behind a wall. It was quite a walk out of our way. Plus, once inside we had to use a back elevator to get upstairs, and borrow a special key from the front desk so that we could get from the elevator to the ramp entrance to the student computing center, and even THEN the door to THAT was locked and I went around to the stepped-entrance tell the staff there that my friend in a wheelchair was waiting at the other entrance. ARGH. The whole experience really bothered me.)

Anyway, goldbug and I met up with Karen, and we walked around BC for a while. Luckily, since being there with Adriana yesterday, I knew which building to go into to get the paperwork Karen needed. Interestingly enough, the building was full of water (think aquarium), but it didn't leak out when we opened the door and we could walk and breathe in it fine, so we didn't worry.

I was telling Karen where to go and we were walking through the common room when my cell phone rang. I looked around me for it, but couldn't see it. The sound seemed to be coming from behind me at all times, even if I turned around...

I'm sure you can guess what's next. :) I woke up, and missed the call. Doh! If you called me, let me know!

All in all, that was a VERY pleasant dream, full of idle talk and hanging out with some of my favorite people.