Day

Darkside's glad to hear me, glad to talk to me, when I call, even when he is busy. It's odd. He who hates distraction and getting off-task will take ten minutes out of his hectic day to smile at me over the phone.

Teeth

Will go to dentist again tomorrow to get my molar adjusted for height. Is not quite right, and will give me nasty stabbing pains if I don't get it fixed, now that the numbness has worn off. Dentist's assistant called me to make sure it was all good.

I like this place: they care.

Turkey...

Much joking around about turkey sausage tonight. Poor marxdarx. It's really bizarre when you've got two women ganging up on you, and both of them know you intimately, so they have plenty of ammunition.

It's good to have the Temple's energy flowing happily again.

Delightful discovery:

That place between my teeth that used to hurt like anything when I flossed it feels just fine, now.

Dreamed

... that my elementary school had cut down four of the ancient birches around the school, leaving the stumps, and had painted some of the walls glow-in-the-dark for the safety of the kids. I went into the office and told my old 4th grade teacher that because the school had cut down those trees, I couldn't come there anymore. There was also some sort of contest that all the children were entering, and you had to call the microwave to get a question.

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Morning

Even though I will be flying out the door in a bit, very uncertain of my appearance (new smaller jeans make me look thicker rather than thinner), it feels like a very quiet, very lazy morning.

I don't have to visit lab first thing, as I'm going to be going there with Double McGuirk's class. Then, I can print out my assignments for English tonight, and Management tomorrow, and maybe even print out some of the CASE tools articles that I need to read for my short paper due tomorrow evening, and then also print out the latest stuff for Sys. Anal. Dave's class too...

Dear Bank Web Interface:

The fact that you have these neat graphics are just great. HOWEVER. When your content menu is the LAST thing to load, this pisses off anyone who has a slow net connection ... and anyone for whom YOU are the bandwidth bottleneck.

Evil, Evil Thoughts

It would be unethical of me to, when visiting Darkside's house, randomly leave a pair of lepoard-print butt floss women's underpants (mine, clean) in an unobtrusive place.

But it's still funny to think about.

Bad Puns (and my father)

metaphorge has a tasteless sense of humor, much like mine.


One of the guys in my fencing class back in (1997? I think?) the day used to proclaim, with obnoxious good cheer, "I am the phallic potato!" I shared this with my father, who felt the need to take action.

( My father's actions on that same R-rated pun )

Odd conventions:

My Web teacher refers to web browsers as "he".

She also has us <whine>using all caps in our html tags as a standard</whine> as well as putting things in quotes. (I was amused to notice that I'd written down the caps standard in my class notes using the whine tags as well.) I must look up the W3C standards to wave in her face, according to Skippy.

Ex-girlfriends are good resources to ask about a man's underwear preference.

They've got to have Power Rangers underwear somewhere, just as a joke.

Dentist

Upon realizing that I'd left an hour early for my dentist appointment, I took it upon myself to check out the housewares department of the Fry's on 19th and Glendale instead of turning around and going home. I compiled a nice little list of things that we want/need. Ideally, I would have a lot more cobalt blue glass in the kitchen. votania seems to be seeing green... I could definitely see us decorating our eventual place in the colors of the water afghan: black, forest green, navy blue, emerald green, cobalt blue. Add in wood, and I think we'd both be happy.

Finally wound up at dentist, a few minutes early. The big light had burned out, but they checked out my teeth, undaunted, and drilled here and there on the bits that needed drilling at in order to fit my mouth. I was out of there by 2:30, which was when I'd been scheduled to show up there in the first place. My mouth feels much better.

Glass

Got home, and sat down to computer with an odd feeling of completeness. While sitting here typing away, suddenly heard a small pop, as of some tension releasing. Looked around the desk, and found that a candle, one of the ones in the glass jars with the lids, had just had the jar crack. It was a larger crack than I'd thought, at first.

It's a vanilla candle, one of the big ones, the ones I use for symbolizing the household and its happiness. The candle is uninjured, just the jar must be removed.

Scary... and evil!

Found two Sailor Moon movies at the dollar store. Got them.

Scaaaaarrry.

wooooooo.

Dizzy, headachy, and stuff.

I think it's a combination of sinus stuff, and other stuff. I really don't feel good. I can't skip class, though.

I have my homework for tomorrow all done.

men

I see that flirty- guy is here. In the first week, he made a point of talking to me after class and asking if I needed a ride home.

Tomorrow I see Darkside. He's a lot of fun. Even though I do suspect him of flirting, he rarely makes me uncomfortable. Accepting romantic attention from strangers is wearying to me.

The worst way to sabotage youtself in getting to know me so you can date me is to use some sort of romantic or sexual comeon. That tells me that you don't want to get to know me for myself, and I might not as well bother. Unless I'm looking to get laid now, forget it. And you have bad odds of that...