HEY GUYS WHAT’S UP
Do you have one of those fancy robot cars that tells you how many more miles you can drive before you run out of gas? If so, do you make it a game to see if you can get it to .00001 before going to the gas station? I don’t, but only because of that one time that Chico told me he could go 12 more miles, and then ran out of gas in the parking ramp near work. Man, was that embarrassing.
If it weren’t for that incident, though, I’d totally be winning the running-on-fumes game on a weekly basis. I was too busy rocking out to Chooglin’ to stop for for ye olde petrol this morning.
On Tuesday night, I chose to abstain from
fightingknitting in exchange for Getting Things Done [But Not Like That] around my house. I emptied my basket of papers (and I mean I actually processed them, rather than just dumping it in the trash; I’d have considered it, but there were hockey tickets in there), updated Quicken, got hot and bothered over some graphs (I can’t help it, it’s just how I am), and then went to get Cindi, who had been at work for nigh until 12 hours, and NEEDED A DRINK.
We went to Town Talk, had us some Luchadores, and Cindi chose to forgo the tiny martini glass in favor of just drinking out of the shaker with a straw. Y’know, speaking of Getting Things Done. She was clinging to her bed trying not to fall off by 10pm, and I was in my own bed wondering WHY the cats insist on sleeping on my pillows on the nights I’m not home. Jerks.
Yestereve, I rushed around frantically taking and printing pictures to finish my photography assignments, decided that the
Gold Medal mill is my favorite local landmark ever, and then joined Wendy and Jumi at Southwest High School for class. Things were going well until Leo explained exposure and white balance with portraiture in his somewhat-limited English, and used the word ‘paleface’. I’m pretty sure Wendy nearly burst a blood vessel trying not to laugh out loud, and Jumi had to continue to talk to him while pretending not to notice us dying in the background. I was having flashbacks to the time we took ‘How to Drive a Steam Locomotive’, and had tears running down our faces for two hours. It was torture.
So because we’re just that mature, we passed notes back and forth in the back row during the browsing-the-internet-for-photos segment, scribbling things like ‘johnson bar’ and ‘paleface’, and holding a discussion about how to best photograph certain portions of the male anatomy for the greatest possible dynamism. Consensus was to definitely
not use foreshortening. After class, Wendy and I went to Luce for dinner; we couldn’t remember one of the cheeses on the Awesome Pizza, so we had to settle for Great Pizza instead.
This morning, Matt had to get up early to go to a meeting, which meant that work was very surprised to see me, and I have consumed too much coffee. And speaking of Matt, tomorrow begins his birthday weekend (it’s actually on Sunday, but why shouldn’t one have more than one day to celebrate?), which will of course be extremely awesome in general, but also means that for the next three months, I’ll only be five years older than my boyfriend. SCORE.
Happy birthday, baby!!
Jenni
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