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Apr. 15th, 2002 11:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
like_a_clownSo last weekend, while not particularly action-packed, was quite nice and enjoyable.
Friday night, I went to Java Jones and acted as soundproofing for a cheap videocamera mic while![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kthardcore and her best friend Karin (sp?) interviewed Randy Gulb (I sat on the side to muffle ambient noise in that direction). Then we sat around and talked of many things, including music, Europe trips, and more music. Then I went home while they got food.
Saturday, I had lunch with Bree, the Australian girl who dropped Ridland's poetry class Spring quarter. She's got an occasionally gross, really sharply dry, self-deprecating sense of humor. We turned egg-drop soup into vomit expelled by a man with a ruptured appendix (the cabbagey pulpy bits) and dislodged coronary/aortal plaque (tofu). The Szechuan tofu was pretty good, and it was under $5, too. Anyhow, after that, I went home, and at some later point I watched Donnie Darko courtesy of Simone.anise and thistlemoon are right--it's pretty damn cool, with a great soundtrack. Get the DVD so you can watch the deleted scenes, of which there are 24.
Then Sunday, I read Frankenstein with a smoothie in hand in front of Java; Brian came back; I talked with Doris-Jean (who is singularly cool) for like two hours; and Scott came over with Anna, at which point we went and shot pool. I learned how to play nine-ball. I satisfied an intense craving I'd been feeling all day for french fries. I put the Grateful Dead's "Casey Jones" on the jukebox because I had the oddest urge to hear it. Life was good.
Today, life continued to be good. I got an "extension" on the article that my boss at the Goleta Valley Voice wants me to write (meaning it wasn't due today after all); I didn't lose my glasses as I thought I had; I replenished my frozen burrito and tofu hot dog supply; I called my dad's voice mail a whole bunch of times (27, precisely; it's his 54th birtday today). I rewrote my resume to meet the specifications of Dr. Bernstein, who demands rigid conformity in format. Perhaps he's right I think the old design looked better, but this one allows me to include more content.
Ah well. To sleep--the person I was looking for is highly unlikely to sign on by now... oh no, wait, I have to write more. Silly me. What was I thinking?
Friday night, I went to Java Jones and acted as soundproofing for a cheap videocamera mic while
kthardcore and her best friend Karin (sp?) interviewed Randy Gulb (I sat on the side to muffle ambient noise in that direction). Then we sat around and talked of many things, including music, Europe trips, and more music. Then I went home while they got food.Saturday, I had lunch with Bree, the Australian girl who dropped Ridland's poetry class Spring quarter. She's got an occasionally gross, really sharply dry, self-deprecating sense of humor. We turned egg-drop soup into vomit expelled by a man with a ruptured appendix (the cabbagey pulpy bits) and dislodged coronary/aortal plaque (tofu). The Szechuan tofu was pretty good, and it was under $5, too. Anyhow, after that, I went home, and at some later point I watched Donnie Darko courtesy of Simone.
anise and thistlemoon are right--it's pretty damn cool, with a great soundtrack. Get the DVD so you can watch the deleted scenes, of which there are 24.Then Sunday, I read Frankenstein with a smoothie in hand in front of Java; Brian came back; I talked with Doris-Jean (who is singularly cool) for like two hours; and Scott came over with Anna, at which point we went and shot pool. I learned how to play nine-ball. I satisfied an intense craving I'd been feeling all day for french fries. I put the Grateful Dead's "Casey Jones" on the jukebox because I had the oddest urge to hear it. Life was good.
Today, life continued to be good. I got an "extension" on the article that my boss at the Goleta Valley Voice wants me to write (meaning it wasn't due today after all); I didn't lose my glasses as I thought I had; I replenished my frozen burrito and tofu hot dog supply; I called my dad's voice mail a whole bunch of times (27, precisely; it's his 54th birtday today). I rewrote my resume to meet the specifications of Dr. Bernstein, who demands rigid conformity in format. Perhaps he's right I think the old design looked better, but this one allows me to include more content.
Ah well. To sleep--the person I was looking for is highly unlikely to sign on by now... oh no, wait, I have to write more. Silly me. What was I thinking?
