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Clothing and a "Coffeehaus"
Oct. 5th, 2003 10:53 amFriday: Went to school. Went home. Took nap. Went to show band. Went to Jacobyhouse. Went home and went to sleep. Oh, and was dead tired through it all.
Saturday: Got sleep. Yay!
Went to the Jacobyhouse and stood around in the kitchen for a while while waiting for everyone else to show up, then everyone (that being me, Matt, Moody, Sunday, Beky, Chris, and Mike) piled into two cars and went to fair thingy at Denville, because we didn't want to go to Bottle Hill Day, and Sunday said the harvest festival thingy at Denville was better anyway, and had cheap stuff instead of just a bunch of expensive stuff.
Poked around for a bit and ended up in the store that was the point of the whole adventure, which was a thrift store full of lots of very very cheap clothing, including a rather large section of black shoes for $1. As my school shoes have been falling apart (literally--they're hot-glued and duct-taped back together, and I have actually stepped right out of them while walking), I bought a pair of nice plain heeled black shoes that were barely worn at all. They're very comfortable and spiffy and now I do not have to go and spend a significant amount of money on shoes, because I hate doing that. That's why I ended up keeping my other shoes until now. I'm just not a shoe-shopping person.
Also got rather spiffy black vest that looks like it was probably intended to be a man's waistcoat, but whatever. I like it. It fits, not in the way it was intended to fit, but it fits.
We poked around a bit more, got food, got hot cider, and decided to head home. We got a bit lost on the way there--Moody ended up getting us back on track.
Got back to Jacobyhouse and took pictures of Moody, because he looked exceedingly British. He'd gotten a red scarf that made him look very British, and so when he made himself tea and settled down in the armchair, we just _had_ to get the camera out. Decided to send pictures to Thalia to make her feel better, because she has not been happy lately. When Ella showed up, a bit after dinner (IIRC), she said she no like that idea. Ella scared of what Thalia going to do with pictures.
Huggled a lot and made odd conversation until was time to leave for "coffeehaus", as Moody insists it should be spelt. Drew on the tables there, and also just wrote on them quite a bit, and argued over whether or not the mushroom Sunday drew was trippy. She says it's not trippy. The rest of us say it was defintely quite trippy. Sunday wrote "This mushroom is NOT trippy" on the table. Ella and Sunday alternately scratched out the "not" and wrote it back in, then Sunday left to go get food and Matt changed the adjective to "hippy", leading to a new argument that nobody actually got around to having.
Matt, Moody, Ella, and I left early, after deciding that we weren't really having all that much fun. Ella actually got permission to go back to Jacobyhouse (*Jacobyhaus?) from mother (cue incredulous gasping from readers). Hung around and listened to music for a while (as we'd been doing on-again off-again all day. I think I heard "Ex Lover's Lover", "Samhain", "Dark Mother" and "Oh My Goth" at least half a dozen times each yesterday, and "Dead Girls", "Du Hast", "Vampire Club", "When You're Evil", and a few others three or four times).
Moody needs a top hat, and then he can do "When You're Evil" for talent show later on in the year. Moody also needs to stop completely losing it at around ten o'clock each night; it's quite amusing but I have a feeling it's not healthy.
Openhaus house (that originally wasn't intentional--damn you, Moody) again today; must go shopping with mother during it because it's getting to be damned-cold-season and my black dress coat from last year does not fit. And then Monday, hopefully getting Nosi'Dam-work-ness accomplished.
And now I am done boring you all with the details of my life. Namárië.
-Claudia
Saturday: Got sleep. Yay!
Went to the Jacobyhouse and stood around in the kitchen for a while while waiting for everyone else to show up, then everyone (that being me, Matt, Moody, Sunday, Beky, Chris, and Mike) piled into two cars and went to fair thingy at Denville, because we didn't want to go to Bottle Hill Day, and Sunday said the harvest festival thingy at Denville was better anyway, and had cheap stuff instead of just a bunch of expensive stuff.
Poked around for a bit and ended up in the store that was the point of the whole adventure, which was a thrift store full of lots of very very cheap clothing, including a rather large section of black shoes for $1. As my school shoes have been falling apart (literally--they're hot-glued and duct-taped back together, and I have actually stepped right out of them while walking), I bought a pair of nice plain heeled black shoes that were barely worn at all. They're very comfortable and spiffy and now I do not have to go and spend a significant amount of money on shoes, because I hate doing that. That's why I ended up keeping my other shoes until now. I'm just not a shoe-shopping person.
Also got rather spiffy black vest that looks like it was probably intended to be a man's waistcoat, but whatever. I like it. It fits, not in the way it was intended to fit, but it fits.
We poked around a bit more, got food, got hot cider, and decided to head home. We got a bit lost on the way there--Moody ended up getting us back on track.
Got back to Jacobyhouse and took pictures of Moody, because he looked exceedingly British. He'd gotten a red scarf that made him look very British, and so when he made himself tea and settled down in the armchair, we just _had_ to get the camera out. Decided to send pictures to Thalia to make her feel better, because she has not been happy lately. When Ella showed up, a bit after dinner (IIRC), she said she no like that idea. Ella scared of what Thalia going to do with pictures.
Huggled a lot and made odd conversation until was time to leave for "coffeehaus", as Moody insists it should be spelt. Drew on the tables there, and also just wrote on them quite a bit, and argued over whether or not the mushroom Sunday drew was trippy. She says it's not trippy. The rest of us say it was defintely quite trippy. Sunday wrote "This mushroom is NOT trippy" on the table. Ella and Sunday alternately scratched out the "not" and wrote it back in, then Sunday left to go get food and Matt changed the adjective to "hippy", leading to a new argument that nobody actually got around to having.
Matt, Moody, Ella, and I left early, after deciding that we weren't really having all that much fun. Ella actually got permission to go back to Jacobyhouse (*Jacobyhaus?) from mother (cue incredulous gasping from readers). Hung around and listened to music for a while (as we'd been doing on-again off-again all day. I think I heard "Ex Lover's Lover", "Samhain", "Dark Mother" and "Oh My Goth" at least half a dozen times each yesterday, and "Dead Girls", "Du Hast", "Vampire Club", "When You're Evil", and a few others three or four times).
Moody needs a top hat, and then he can do "When You're Evil" for talent show later on in the year. Moody also needs to stop completely losing it at around ten o'clock each night; it's quite amusing but I have a feeling it's not healthy.
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And now I am done boring you all with the details of my life. Namárië.
-Claudia
