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Jun. 7th, 2007 08:02 pmAlright, so tomorrow is to be dedicated to doing all the various things I should've been doing these past two or three days and have not.
Um, so.
Have been reading a lot lately, surprise surprise. Read a psych/self-help sort of book from the book expo called Love or Addiction? that would have been so much more helpful like, five years ago, but I'm glad I read it all the same. Have started reading Sense and Sensibility, which so far I like but which, like most Austen, is probably going to take me longer to finish than I will want it to. Also read a very interesting (and not-YA! gasp! but all the fiction I read is YA!) book called Rosie Little's Cautionary Tales for Girls, which I quite enjoyed, but which I think I would have hated about a year ago. (I think I'm growing up. I have mixed feelings about this.) Now have Sandman from James that I have promised to return by Sunday. Whee.
Pat finally has a CD player in his car, so yesterday afternoon we got coffee and drove around for a while playing a diverse mix of music, ranging from good power metal (Nightwish, Blind Guardian) to terrible power metal (Rhapsody) and, um... yeah, so that's not very diverse. But I don't care, because power metal is the best music for driving around aimlessly on windy roads in Harding. Also got to copy a number of CDs from him, including more Blind Guardian and Nightwish, which is always awesome.
Evening was quiet; Mom had class so it was just Tim and me. With no one else around to keep us in line, Tim and I miraculously grow up by about thirty years and get alone perfectly fine. Had dinner together, watched television and random videos on the Internets.
At about ten or so, James and Jon picked me up, and we drove down to Metuchen. Indirectly. Wound up in South Orange first, which is apparently what happens when you get on Columbia Turnpike and keep saying "Well, there's Parkway signs, so we have to get back on the Parkway sooner or later..." Despite the unnecessarily lengthy route, it was still not suitably late for real Jersey dinering when we got there, so we went on a nice long walk that culminated in sitting on the top of a very large pile of dirt in the graveyard making a very small bonfire with origami paper and what suitably dry plant matter we could find.
Went to Menlo Park diner around 1h30 am or so, and OMFG MENLO PARK DINER IS SO MUCH NICER THAN THE NAUSEOUS. Nauseous has no class, even for something in Jersey. (Neither does the Broadway Diner, for that matter, they just try to pretend they're not scuzzy by having a minimum charge.) Um, so. Anyway. Ate awesome food. Went back to James' house and watched Peter Pan (yay!). Went to bed at four, then slept in late (except Jon) and took our time lounging around and doing nothing and watching Animaniacs this morning (and I use the word "morning" extremely loosely), then got stuck in traffic, so ended up wandering in at about 4 pm today, in desperate need of a shower after having slept in my clothes and still with graveyard dirt in my hair.
...Sunday, going down to James' again, for familial barbeque-thingy. Staying overnight again so that can have late-night marshmallow roast as well, supposedly. Perhaps this time will bring a change of clothing.
Tonight, I am listening to silly music and possibly writing and reading Sandman. The productiveness will happen tomorrow, I promise.
Um, so.
Have been reading a lot lately, surprise surprise. Read a psych/self-help sort of book from the book expo called Love or Addiction? that would have been so much more helpful like, five years ago, but I'm glad I read it all the same. Have started reading Sense and Sensibility, which so far I like but which, like most Austen, is probably going to take me longer to finish than I will want it to. Also read a very interesting (and not-YA! gasp! but all the fiction I read is YA!) book called Rosie Little's Cautionary Tales for Girls, which I quite enjoyed, but which I think I would have hated about a year ago. (I think I'm growing up. I have mixed feelings about this.) Now have Sandman from James that I have promised to return by Sunday. Whee.
Pat finally has a CD player in his car, so yesterday afternoon we got coffee and drove around for a while playing a diverse mix of music, ranging from good power metal (Nightwish, Blind Guardian) to terrible power metal (Rhapsody) and, um... yeah, so that's not very diverse. But I don't care, because power metal is the best music for driving around aimlessly on windy roads in Harding. Also got to copy a number of CDs from him, including more Blind Guardian and Nightwish, which is always awesome.
Evening was quiet; Mom had class so it was just Tim and me. With no one else around to keep us in line, Tim and I miraculously grow up by about thirty years and get alone perfectly fine. Had dinner together, watched television and random videos on the Internets.
At about ten or so, James and Jon picked me up, and we drove down to Metuchen. Indirectly. Wound up in South Orange first, which is apparently what happens when you get on Columbia Turnpike and keep saying "Well, there's Parkway signs, so we have to get back on the Parkway sooner or later..." Despite the unnecessarily lengthy route, it was still not suitably late for real Jersey dinering when we got there, so we went on a nice long walk that culminated in sitting on the top of a very large pile of dirt in the graveyard making a very small bonfire with origami paper and what suitably dry plant matter we could find.
Went to Menlo Park diner around 1h30 am or so, and OMFG MENLO PARK DINER IS SO MUCH NICER THAN THE NAUSEOUS. Nauseous has no class, even for something in Jersey. (Neither does the Broadway Diner, for that matter, they just try to pretend they're not scuzzy by having a minimum charge.) Um, so. Anyway. Ate awesome food. Went back to James' house and watched Peter Pan (yay!). Went to bed at four, then slept in late (except Jon) and took our time lounging around and doing nothing and watching Animaniacs this morning (and I use the word "morning" extremely loosely), then got stuck in traffic, so ended up wandering in at about 4 pm today, in desperate need of a shower after having slept in my clothes and still with graveyard dirt in my hair.
...Sunday, going down to James' again, for familial barbeque-thingy. Staying overnight again so that can have late-night marshmallow roast as well, supposedly. Perhaps this time will bring a change of clothing.
Tonight, I am listening to silly music and possibly writing and reading Sandman. The productiveness will happen tomorrow, I promise.