"No, my mother's happy. She's just mean all the time."
- Ate brunch today while watching The Sure Thing with Buffy the Vampire Slayer filling up the commercials. For all of my posturing about how much I really enjoy cinema as art (because I do), I *really* love cheesy movies. (Need further proof? Did homework today while listening to the soundtrack of Barbarella.)
- New Roommate spent HOURS in the kitchen making all kinds of abominably smelly things while listening to the popping-eyes song by Kelly Clarkson on repeat. My soul died a little today.
- Ended up bringing up that thing to said current situation, and it wasn't horribly painful, nor did it seem to make things weird. Point - Zannah.
- Have gotten ridiculously small amount of homework done compared to what I should have, and don't so much care. This will change by the end of the week.
- Along the same lines, it's after 7:30, I still haven't showered, made my bed, or eaten anything more substantial than stuff that qualifies as baby food (acorn squash and strawberry yogurt). Truly, holidays are wonderful. (Speaking of holidays, some Pioneer Day trivia for you courtesy of my father who is on the Days of '47 executive committee (co-chair, maybe? VP?) so I'd assume he knows: the Days of '47 parade is the third largest in the country, after the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade and the Rose Bowl parade.)
- Had a brief, post-date rundown with Marky during which he confirmed that the location of Freaky Dee's is indeed 7th E and 21st S and we agreed that if you have to be tipsy to really enjoy someone's company on a date then they're probably not The One no matter how fabulous the flirting-and-holding-hands-while-walking-through-Central-Park time is.
