In which I babble about my weekend
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grammargirlMmm, what a good weekend.
Friday Aubs and I wandered over to Haley's place so I could dye Haley's hair, which evolved into the Hair Adventure from my last entry. After looking around ourselves at the hottness-with-two-t's congregated in Haley's room, we decided that it was highly necessary to tart ourselves up and descend upon the Ann Arbor bar scene in a girlpack. Which is exactly what we proceeded to do. I didn't get hit on quite as much as I was hoping, but I did exchange eye contact and some brief conversation with a very pretty indie boy with blond hair whose name I've already forgotten, so I hereby consider the night a success. Plus, I can now say that I've played the Penis Game in a crowded bar--check one off my personal list of Lifelong Ambitions. :)
Yesterday Aubs and I forwent our usual homemade Saturday afternoon brunch in favor of the numminess that is all day breakfast at Mr. Greek's. I was hungry enough after my carousing of the evening before to eat the great majority of a gigantic plate of chocolate chip pancakes and a side of sausage, which is quite the impressive feat for She of the Smallest Appetite Ever. Afterward, we came home and clean clean cleaned our little arms off. It's sort of appalling to me how quickly our apartment, particularly our kitchen, degenerates into total chaos, and it was a particularly grueling exercise yesterday to straighten the place into some semblance of livability. The kitchen and living room look awesome now, though; if only the same could be said for my pit of a bedroom...
Just as we were finishing up the last of the cleaning, Aubs went outside to take out the trash and discovered a mourning dove fledgeling with an injured wing and leg hobbling around outside. I made a few phone calls and finally got ahold of a very nice woman who gave us directions for where we should bring the bird. Turns out this woman works out of her house, rehabilitating sick or injured songbirds. This is the kind of retiree I want to be, seriously. Anyway, she said that the fractures in his leg were so severe that there wasn't anything that she could do for him, and the kindest thing at that point would be to take him to the Ann Arbor Emergency Animal Clinic to have him humanely put down. I felt pretty bad, but when the alternative was flopping around outside in the sun until he got stepped on or run over or eaten... well, at least this way it was over quickly.
Afterwards, we met up with Haley again and took off to Detroit for the Decemberists show--for which, it should be noted, we acquired the last three tickets. I felt bad for a bit because I'm not all that familiar with the band and just really went along so I'd have something to do with my Saturday night (and believe me, there are far worse ways to spend a Saturday night than ogling the many, many beautiful indie boys who flocked to that show like flies to rancid meat), and my being there meant that my darling![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chellen couldn't get in... but really, I had a fantastically good time. Haley and I had fun seeing who could flirt more flagrantly with the adorably geeky physics grad student who plays bass in Sam the Music Snob's band, and the three of us entertained ourselves by dancing as dorkily as possible in a concert full of indie fuckers who were Way Too Cool To Dance. Physics Boy and I were, like, doing jigs and stuff. It was awesome. It makes me happy that I'm capable of being that unselfconscious when I'm completely sober.
Today will be spent lazing around, possibly hanging out withslammer2012 or c0nsumer later, possibly just watching movies or (gasp) cleaning my room. I like that I've reached the point in my life where my weekends are completely my own, to do with as I wish without having to feel guilty about the homework I'm neglecting. Well, technically, I guess I do have homework I'm neglecting, but the difference is that now I refuse to feel guilty about it.
Oh yeah, I went to see PoA on Thursday at midnight. Screw everybody else, I thought it was great. I know there were big plot points and lots of little details that were left out---hell, I've read the entire series so many times by now that I could probably give you a longish list of them off the top of my head if I felt like it--but, I mean, welcome to the wonderful world of film adaptation. The books are just too intricate to be adequately represented in film unless each book was given its own miniseries. I thought Cuaron did a great job of making the story his own and running with it--Chris Columbus was so slavish in his adaptation that every time he had to leave something out it stood out like a sore thumb, but I think that even though Cuaron left out more, the story as a whole felt more intact. But I'm the girl who's having a moral dilemma because I think the 13-year-old Draco is all kinds of hot, so what do I know? And anyway, the books are just so much more exciting and important to me than the movies that the movies' imperfections don't bother me all that much. I'll probably go see Goblet of Fire on opening night next year, but I'll have Book 6 ordered months in advance, you know?
Wow. Babble babble babble. Time to start thinking about doing something useful with my day. Or, you know, take a nap. Whichever.
Friday Aubs and I wandered over to Haley's place so I could dye Haley's hair, which evolved into the Hair Adventure from my last entry. After looking around ourselves at the hottness-with-two-t's congregated in Haley's room, we decided that it was highly necessary to tart ourselves up and descend upon the Ann Arbor bar scene in a girlpack. Which is exactly what we proceeded to do. I didn't get hit on quite as much as I was hoping, but I did exchange eye contact and some brief conversation with a very pretty indie boy with blond hair whose name I've already forgotten, so I hereby consider the night a success. Plus, I can now say that I've played the Penis Game in a crowded bar--check one off my personal list of Lifelong Ambitions. :)
Yesterday Aubs and I forwent our usual homemade Saturday afternoon brunch in favor of the numminess that is all day breakfast at Mr. Greek's. I was hungry enough after my carousing of the evening before to eat the great majority of a gigantic plate of chocolate chip pancakes and a side of sausage, which is quite the impressive feat for She of the Smallest Appetite Ever. Afterward, we came home and clean clean cleaned our little arms off. It's sort of appalling to me how quickly our apartment, particularly our kitchen, degenerates into total chaos, and it was a particularly grueling exercise yesterday to straighten the place into some semblance of livability. The kitchen and living room look awesome now, though; if only the same could be said for my pit of a bedroom...
Just as we were finishing up the last of the cleaning, Aubs went outside to take out the trash and discovered a mourning dove fledgeling with an injured wing and leg hobbling around outside. I made a few phone calls and finally got ahold of a very nice woman who gave us directions for where we should bring the bird. Turns out this woman works out of her house, rehabilitating sick or injured songbirds. This is the kind of retiree I want to be, seriously. Anyway, she said that the fractures in his leg were so severe that there wasn't anything that she could do for him, and the kindest thing at that point would be to take him to the Ann Arbor Emergency Animal Clinic to have him humanely put down. I felt pretty bad, but when the alternative was flopping around outside in the sun until he got stepped on or run over or eaten... well, at least this way it was over quickly.
Afterwards, we met up with Haley again and took off to Detroit for the Decemberists show--for which, it should be noted, we acquired the last three tickets. I felt bad for a bit because I'm not all that familiar with the band and just really went along so I'd have something to do with my Saturday night (and believe me, there are far worse ways to spend a Saturday night than ogling the many, many beautiful indie boys who flocked to that show like flies to rancid meat), and my being there meant that my darling
chellen couldn't get in... but really, I had a fantastically good time. Haley and I had fun seeing who could flirt more flagrantly with the adorably geeky physics grad student who plays bass in Sam the Music Snob's band, and the three of us entertained ourselves by dancing as dorkily as possible in a concert full of indie fuckers who were Way Too Cool To Dance. Physics Boy and I were, like, doing jigs and stuff. It was awesome. It makes me happy that I'm capable of being that unselfconscious when I'm completely sober. Today will be spent lazing around, possibly hanging out with
slammer2012 or c0nsumer later, possibly just watching movies or (gasp) cleaning my room. I like that I've reached the point in my life where my weekends are completely my own, to do with as I wish without having to feel guilty about the homework I'm neglecting. Well, technically, I guess I do have homework I'm neglecting, but the difference is that now I refuse to feel guilty about it.Oh yeah, I went to see PoA on Thursday at midnight. Screw everybody else, I thought it was great. I know there were big plot points and lots of little details that were left out---hell, I've read the entire series so many times by now that I could probably give you a longish list of them off the top of my head if I felt like it--but, I mean, welcome to the wonderful world of film adaptation. The books are just too intricate to be adequately represented in film unless each book was given its own miniseries. I thought Cuaron did a great job of making the story his own and running with it--Chris Columbus was so slavish in his adaptation that every time he had to leave something out it stood out like a sore thumb, but I think that even though Cuaron left out more, the story as a whole felt more intact. But I'm the girl who's having a moral dilemma because I think the 13-year-old Draco is all kinds of hot, so what do I know? And anyway, the books are just so much more exciting and important to me than the movies that the movies' imperfections don't bother me all that much. I'll probably go see Goblet of Fire on opening night next year, but I'll have Book 6 ordered months in advance, you know?
Wow. Babble babble babble. Time to start thinking about doing something useful with my day. Or, you know, take a nap. Whichever.
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Date: 2004-06-06 02:00 pm (UTC)We'll be dirty old women together.
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Date: 2004-06-06 04:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-06 10:55 pm (UTC)The werewolf looked absolutely badass too :P
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Date: 2004-06-06 10:58 pm (UTC)They could have at least mentioned the history of the map though. It would have only taken a sentence or two.
And incidentally, the credits sequence was awesome.