Okay, V-Day. I don't really remember what I have ever done on Valentine's Day. Doesn't matter whether I had a boyfriend, or a boy, or nothing but the love of my friends. I put it out of my mind apparently. But this V-Day, best time ever!
Chilled at home, went to Michael's for a crochet hook. Would like to apologize to cashier for my holiday bitterness and to the work suit guys that I almost hit while trying to exit the parking lot. Note: however, you shouldn't walk on the right side of the street then dart across to the left when I try to pass you. It's not good sense!
Got Whataburger, my least favorite fastfood establishment, but conveniently positioned between condo and Jason's apartment. Mmm...crocheting, fast food, and "Elizabethtown".
Elizabethtown = exhaustive sentimentality.
The evening was all around not unpleasant. Jason even went out on an errand while Frank and I stayed at the apartment and we did not fight! We were entranced by Sex and the City on TBS. Jason was a 7 year-old girl with the wine giggles by the end of the movie. That man can not handle his liquor (read: bottle of white wine). Lush.
Friday, February 17, 2006
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
V-Day
Have recently become inconceivably obsessed with knitting and crocheting. Will go to Michael's while out buying last minute Valentine's Day stuff. Just need knitting needles and crochet hook, because I already have 14ft. of red yarn with which to hobby! Yikes.
Have become arts & crafts fanatic. Painted with acrylics this weekend on my spanking white comforter. No spills! How cool is that? I was tempting fate, people! Tempting fate!!
The boy needs to spontaneous something for his girlfriend for Valentine's Day tonight, so I'm going to be finding somewhere else to be. He needs options and the Seando should be empty, right?
Jason!!!!!!!!
Have become arts & crafts fanatic. Painted with acrylics this weekend on my spanking white comforter. No spills! How cool is that? I was tempting fate, people! Tempting fate!!
The boy needs to spontaneous something for his girlfriend for Valentine's Day tonight, so I'm going to be finding somewhere else to be. He needs options and the Seando should be empty, right?
Jason!!!!!!!!
Monday, February 13, 2006
So my mother called me
at like 7:30pm last week. She asked if I could go to Bed, Bath, & Beyond to help her pick out some stuff for the house. Note: she didn't ask if I wanted to go, she asked if I "could". I was just watching tv, so I said yes. On the way over there we were talking about someone's name. This conversation led to her saying "I hate the name Lynn. I really don't care for Devon. I really should have thought about your name more carefully. Your grandmother liked it. Feel free to change it if you want to." Oh, thanks.
I shit you not.
Well, once we arrived, we picked out some bedding for the master bedroom. On the way home I told her I wanted all white bedding that would allow me to put my two twin beds together to form one ginormous bed that takes up my entire room. So she said I could have her old bedding. Sweet! So now I have fancy, soft, white bedding and a ginormous bed that takes up my entire room. Lynn walks up stairs after it's all set up and she goes, "I always thought you had more room in here." Ha ... ha ... haha. No, this is why there is crap everywhere. No room. I had way more room when I lived in the dorms. It's ironic isn't it. Dorms feel like crap until you realize the little things like space and two kinds of keys to enter are so verrrrry important.
I shit you not.
Well, once we arrived, we picked out some bedding for the master bedroom. On the way home I told her I wanted all white bedding that would allow me to put my two twin beds together to form one ginormous bed that takes up my entire room. So she said I could have her old bedding. Sweet! So now I have fancy, soft, white bedding and a ginormous bed that takes up my entire room. Lynn walks up stairs after it's all set up and she goes, "I always thought you had more room in here." Ha ... ha ... haha. No, this is why there is crap everywhere. No room. I had way more room when I lived in the dorms. It's ironic isn't it. Dorms feel like crap until you realize the little things like space and two kinds of keys to enter are so verrrrry important.
Thursday, February 02, 2006
Repeat after me, It's Thursday!
All day today I would get really excited and then really panic - y that today was Friday. Yay the weekend, wait I have nothing planned. No work! Nothing to do. There's been no food in the house and I actually went to Taco Bell, ahhhh, for the first time in several weeks and the worst part of my day ... gave me Dr. Pepper instead of Pepsi. That's just cruel! It's still here if you want it, sweating on Sean's desk. Let me know.
Last night I was settling in to watch Veronica Mars after a very exciting American Idol spotting. Congrats RICKEY!! Good luck in Hollywood!! Woot!! Even Simon said something nice about him.
Anyway, I was about ten minutes into Veronica Mars when Lynn called to tell me that she couldn't find her car keys. She had left campus to run some errand and had her keys when she got back around 4:30pm, but now she has no idea where they are - so we retraced her steps all through Carr-Collins and the Dean's Suite. We searched up and down the law quad, hassled several people on the custodial staff and whoever each of them called on their cell phones to translate (because I never learned how to speak Spanish!!). We looked on the floor, in every possible lost and found place, she is sure that she dropped them or kicked something when she was in the bathroom, maybe they are in there. Nothing. We try to look in the car, but it is very dark, so we look around the car and under the car. Here, there, and everywhere. But finally Lynn called SMUPD and asked if anyone had returned any keys ... no.
So, we had a pleasant drive back to Bedford. Once we got there Lynn found her spare keys, we chatted about what she was doing to fix up the house and how much they need to fix before they try to put it on the market. Note to self: pick up all personal items before Lynn and Steve throw them away. Then we drove back to SMU and Lynn unlocked the door and there they were, her keys in the cup holder of her car. Then she drove home, I drove back to the condo and we all lived happily ever after.
And then I updated my profile on MySpace. Geesh!
Last night I was settling in to watch Veronica Mars after a very exciting American Idol spotting. Congrats RICKEY!! Good luck in Hollywood!! Woot!! Even Simon said something nice about him.
Anyway, I was about ten minutes into Veronica Mars when Lynn called to tell me that she couldn't find her car keys. She had left campus to run some errand and had her keys when she got back around 4:30pm, but now she has no idea where they are - so we retraced her steps all through Carr-Collins and the Dean's Suite. We searched up and down the law quad, hassled several people on the custodial staff and whoever each of them called on their cell phones to translate (because I never learned how to speak Spanish!!). We looked on the floor, in every possible lost and found place, she is sure that she dropped them or kicked something when she was in the bathroom, maybe they are in there. Nothing. We try to look in the car, but it is very dark, so we look around the car and under the car. Here, there, and everywhere. But finally Lynn called SMUPD and asked if anyone had returned any keys ... no.
So, we had a pleasant drive back to Bedford. Once we got there Lynn found her spare keys, we chatted about what she was doing to fix up the house and how much they need to fix before they try to put it on the market. Note to self: pick up all personal items before Lynn and Steve throw them away. Then we drove back to SMU and Lynn unlocked the door and there they were, her keys in the cup holder of her car. Then she drove home, I drove back to the condo and we all lived happily ever after.
And then I updated my profile on MySpace. Geesh!
