Weekend Update
Aug. 22nd, 2005 10:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
40cakesOof. I think "oof" properly sums it up.
Well, okay, fine. Have it your way.
Friday afternoon, I figured I'd go check out the Transit Museum at Grand Central, as I always see ads for it on the Subway, and "I've always wanted to do that/go there, but..." is no longer my life motto. COULD NOT FIND THE TRANSIT MUSEUM. Honestly. Upstairs, downstairs, left and right. Checked multiple maps trying to find it. Started wondering if at some point I had imagined its existence. Defeated, caught a train home and once again did not clean my room. But I finished watching the first season of Fushigi Yugi.
Saturday I tooled around Jersey and got very very lost. But it was fun! Saw lots of places I'd like to come back and visit, and finally found my lady doc up in Summit.
Saturday night, went to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wangch61's Blackout party. Apparently there are incriminating photos. Shit. Had much booze, met some new lj people. Danced with prettykate, and caracarn's gf joined us. No one else did. Total sausage fest. Pickup line of the night: wangch61's roommate Mullen to me - "Your tits look great in that dress!" Smoooooooth. No wonder he got to wear the day-glo green pimp hat. I require glow stick reparations.*
Crashed atprettykate's, and woke up early to go hiking con zuppy28 and friend. Hiking was fun and murderous. But I did it! Hungover! Go me! Only slightly sunburned on shoulders, but that means today I match my fuschia skirt. Who needs jewelry?!
Got to chat withpyrobovaphiliac on the phone for a bit this weekend, which is good. Didn't spend a lot of money, which is also good so I can save for class and vacation. Despite being incredibly tired today, had a really fun weekend in a line of fun weekends that should hopefully continue indefinitely (or at least until I say "THAT'S IT! NO MORE FUN! YOU KNOW WHAT'S FUN? BED! MM, BED!").
And now, if I put that mannequin from the prop closet at my desk, maybe no one will notice I'm grabbing a nap downstairs in the bathroom or something. Hmmmm...
*In his defense, my tits** DID look great, and I believe I successfully went through the night without a Tara Reid moment. Go me.
**Let's talk semantics for a moment. I do not have tits. Tits is such a cute little word, and should only be applied to cute little breasts. I got boobs. They get in the way and they look nice if they choose to, like my hair. I put up with the big wobbly parasites because they garner me attention and the occasional comic book discount.
Well, okay, fine. Have it your way.
Friday afternoon, I figured I'd go check out the Transit Museum at Grand Central, as I always see ads for it on the Subway, and "I've always wanted to do that/go there, but..." is no longer my life motto. COULD NOT FIND THE TRANSIT MUSEUM. Honestly. Upstairs, downstairs, left and right. Checked multiple maps trying to find it. Started wondering if at some point I had imagined its existence. Defeated, caught a train home and once again did not clean my room. But I finished watching the first season of Fushigi Yugi.
Saturday I tooled around Jersey and got very very lost. But it was fun! Saw lots of places I'd like to come back and visit, and finally found my lady doc up in Summit.
Saturday night, went to
wangch61's Blackout party. Apparently there are incriminating photos. Shit. Had much booze, met some new lj people. Danced with prettykate, and caracarn's gf joined us. No one else did. Total sausage fest. Pickup line of the night: wangch61's roommate Mullen to me - "Your tits look great in that dress!" Smoooooooth. No wonder he got to wear the day-glo green pimp hat. I require glow stick reparations.* Crashed at
prettykate's, and woke up early to go hiking con zuppy28 and friend. Hiking was fun and murderous. But I did it! Hungover! Go me! Only slightly sunburned on shoulders, but that means today I match my fuschia skirt. Who needs jewelry?!Got to chat with
pyrobovaphiliac on the phone for a bit this weekend, which is good. Didn't spend a lot of money, which is also good so I can save for class and vacation. Despite being incredibly tired today, had a really fun weekend in a line of fun weekends that should hopefully continue indefinitely (or at least until I say "THAT'S IT! NO MORE FUN! YOU KNOW WHAT'S FUN? BED! MM, BED!").And now, if I put that mannequin from the prop closet at my desk, maybe no one will notice I'm grabbing a nap downstairs in the bathroom or something. Hmmmm...
*In his defense, my tits** DID look great, and I believe I successfully went through the night without a Tara Reid moment. Go me.
**Let's talk semantics for a moment. I do not have tits. Tits is such a cute little word, and should only be applied to cute little breasts. I got boobs. They get in the way and they look nice if they choose to, like my hair. I put up with the big wobbly parasites because they garner me attention and the occasional comic book discount.
