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Dec. 23rd, 2000 03:20 amLong day. My mother and I had our talk and made up somewhat and are not sniping at each other anymore. I explained that she was just being too harsh and that she was saying a lot of things that implied that she thinks I am a big useless loser & a horrible person to boot. She said she'd stop but that I had to not "spend money like I have it" (IE, no books or cds for a while).
L. called wanting to bring my Xmas present over, which was a surprise as I haven't talked to him in over 2 months; I suppose it was his peace offering. He got me Austin Powers figures, the Austin that says "Very Shagadelic!" and the Dr Evil that says "One MILLION dollars!" He wanted to get the Naked Austin figure but thankfully couldn't find it. :) He has shaved off his trademark moustache for the season. I will pick him up a present at Fake Japan in EPCOT this weekend.
Yes, we are going to EPCOT. I just made the reservation. Found a great rate at a swanky hotel. Half the normal cost, probably the nicest hotel in the area. Realized that we have to board the B-cat because he is on medication and cannot be left alone, solely so that he can be given his 2ml of amoxicillin per day so that his gingivitis may be cured. ish.
Tonight, went to the mall and movies. At the mall I exchanged my Evil Defective Merch from Express for things I wanted: a lovely black netted knit fringed wrap, a pair of "dirty denim" jeans, a fuzzy burgundy cableknit sweater, and a neat skirt with a sheer rose print material over a shimmery solid gold, all but the shawl half off. Also got Cheshire Cat pajamas and slippers. Sale sale sale. I live in pajamas, I can almost never have too many!
Tried to go to the movies. At first we were supposed to see What Women Want, which I don't really want to see, then because the large group of teenagers in front of us in line all bought tickets to What Women Want, my mom suddenly changed her mind and bought our tickets to Dracula 2000. OK.
We then parted ways, so that she could take bags to the car, which she'd parked without me in it, and so I could get seats for us. The trouble was that it was playing in two theaters. We bought our tickets at 10:18PM. One showing started at 10, the other at 10:35. We wanted 10:35 tickets, but the clerk printed 10PM tickets. The upshot was that I went to the theater that the 10:35 was showing in regardless, and my mom went to the theater with the 10PM showing (which had been on for 1/2hr by the time she got into it). I waited and waited, figured she went to the wrong theater, retrieved her, and we got our money back and came home. Ho-hum. While the prospect of staring at Jonny Lee Miller for two hours with a glaze of drool on my chin appealed to me, I can wait for video.
Saw something terrible on the way home. A car at the side of the road being investigated by police. The door had been taken off it, and the car itself was crushed so much that you could barely see the paint color (teal) for all the silvery twisted crunched metal.
Got home, did laundry, etc. Checked mail and found, to my surprise, a missive from WB (I had dropped him a brief email recommending a book the other day, no chitchat). He is going abroad for a bit next week. We converse about travel and when it is and is not out of reach and how I will never see Angkor Wat with childlike wonder because I Know Too Much. Physicists have something on amateur art historians when it comes to travel surprises.
Mailed him back, and I'm chatting with Ragdoll, and I made the hotel reservations for Xmas. That's been my day. Tomorrow I'll pack & knock wood about boarding the B-cat.
I'm tired. Over and out.
L. called wanting to bring my Xmas present over, which was a surprise as I haven't talked to him in over 2 months; I suppose it was his peace offering. He got me Austin Powers figures, the Austin that says "Very Shagadelic!" and the Dr Evil that says "One MILLION dollars!" He wanted to get the Naked Austin figure but thankfully couldn't find it. :) He has shaved off his trademark moustache for the season. I will pick him up a present at Fake Japan in EPCOT this weekend.
Yes, we are going to EPCOT. I just made the reservation. Found a great rate at a swanky hotel. Half the normal cost, probably the nicest hotel in the area. Realized that we have to board the B-cat because he is on medication and cannot be left alone, solely so that he can be given his 2ml of amoxicillin per day so that his gingivitis may be cured. ish.
Tonight, went to the mall and movies. At the mall I exchanged my Evil Defective Merch from Express for things I wanted: a lovely black netted knit fringed wrap, a pair of "dirty denim" jeans, a fuzzy burgundy cableknit sweater, and a neat skirt with a sheer rose print material over a shimmery solid gold, all but the shawl half off. Also got Cheshire Cat pajamas and slippers. Sale sale sale. I live in pajamas, I can almost never have too many!
Tried to go to the movies. At first we were supposed to see What Women Want, which I don't really want to see, then because the large group of teenagers in front of us in line all bought tickets to What Women Want, my mom suddenly changed her mind and bought our tickets to Dracula 2000. OK.
We then parted ways, so that she could take bags to the car, which she'd parked without me in it, and so I could get seats for us. The trouble was that it was playing in two theaters. We bought our tickets at 10:18PM. One showing started at 10, the other at 10:35. We wanted 10:35 tickets, but the clerk printed 10PM tickets. The upshot was that I went to the theater that the 10:35 was showing in regardless, and my mom went to the theater with the 10PM showing (which had been on for 1/2hr by the time she got into it). I waited and waited, figured she went to the wrong theater, retrieved her, and we got our money back and came home. Ho-hum. While the prospect of staring at Jonny Lee Miller for two hours with a glaze of drool on my chin appealed to me, I can wait for video.
Saw something terrible on the way home. A car at the side of the road being investigated by police. The door had been taken off it, and the car itself was crushed so much that you could barely see the paint color (teal) for all the silvery twisted crunched metal.
Got home, did laundry, etc. Checked mail and found, to my surprise, a missive from WB (I had dropped him a brief email recommending a book the other day, no chitchat). He is going abroad for a bit next week. We converse about travel and when it is and is not out of reach and how I will never see Angkor Wat with childlike wonder because I Know Too Much. Physicists have something on amateur art historians when it comes to travel surprises.
Mailed him back, and I'm chatting with Ragdoll, and I made the hotel reservations for Xmas. That's been my day. Tomorrow I'll pack & knock wood about boarding the B-cat.
I'm tired. Over and out.
