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Oct. 14th, 2005 12:03 amSaw The Usual Suspects at Josh’s on Wednesday. Great movie. I love mess-with-your-mind shows, although I avoid guessing the endings unless it’s as a joke because I hate to be wrong. Trouble is, my wild theories scarily often turn out to be dead-on; one memorable time I yelled “He did it! He’s crazy!” five minutes into a CSI episode, and it turned out I was right on both counts. Sadly, my “Trevor the Toad is the Half-blood Prince” and the “Qui-Gon Jinn was Palpatine’s Sith master” theories didn’t pan out, but such is life. And anyway, I’d said them mostly to annoy Elizabeth, because she liked to tell me all the latest theories. I did guess some other crucial bits of Harry Potter, though reading the last chapter of Book 6 first played with my head a little. (Honestly, for insisting that it isn’t Star Wars, J.K. Rowling is sure making Harry Potter Star Warsy.)
This Saturday I’ve pressed Josh and Liz into going on a short road trip to Yachats, to which they both replied, “Where?!” We may just stick with Florence, but I kind of wanna look around for that place that sold the ginger beer that was so gingery that Cody and I had a drinking contest with the stuff to see who could finish first. You’d have it in your mouth and think, “Hey, this is pretty good stuff,” and then you’d swallow and all of a sudden wow the ginger would hit your nerves and send you for a loop. Or maybe I’m a weenie. But it was good stuff, and I’m told that the crab cakes are good, too, if you like crab. I don’t, and not just because it looks like a big red bug. What can a Utahn know about seafood, anyway? All we have is a giant lake full of, well, Sea-Monkeys, really.*
Speaking of Utah, Heather has surfaced! I talked to her briefly online tonight; I hope I get to talk with her more often. What a great person she is, and I do not say this simply because she has found my blog and reads it. She is as close to part of my family as a person can get, by which I mean she is one of the few people we don’t grump about if she calls after nine pm, she can reduce my mom to tears by her rendering of “Orange Blossom Special,”** and Dad is more or less comfortable with her around. Also, she’s the only person who can speak French and make me like it. I’ve been really missing her lately—I’d better find her address and send off a real letter. I did get something from her mother, who borrowed my little Swahili phrasebook and sent it back to me. I should write to her, too, if I ever motivate my lazy ass enough to do it.
And now, once again, I suppose I ought to do some college. Japanese homework tonight; after the Temporary Brain Outage on the quiz today, I’d better do this junk right tonight. Tally-ho!
Also! Added to the Long List of Things I Wish I’d thought of, meet The Treebearers! And don’t forget to read the description. Wild speculation is currently going on concerning the way these little guys cultivate their trees; a popular theory is social pruning.
I am a raving lunatic fan when it comes to Ursula Vernon. You are forewarned.
*I thought that was why Liz had gotten them for me, because I call the Great Salt Lake the Big Tub O’ Sea-Monkeys, but she says it’s because I collect mermaids. Now we both wish she’d gotten the Mars tank, because of my assertion that Utah is like Mars, only with bushes.
**Not exactly a tearjerking song, but this is my mom, after all.
This Saturday I’ve pressed Josh and Liz into going on a short road trip to Yachats, to which they both replied, “Where?!” We may just stick with Florence, but I kind of wanna look around for that place that sold the ginger beer that was so gingery that Cody and I had a drinking contest with the stuff to see who could finish first. You’d have it in your mouth and think, “Hey, this is pretty good stuff,” and then you’d swallow and all of a sudden wow the ginger would hit your nerves and send you for a loop. Or maybe I’m a weenie. But it was good stuff, and I’m told that the crab cakes are good, too, if you like crab. I don’t, and not just because it looks like a big red bug. What can a Utahn know about seafood, anyway? All we have is a giant lake full of, well, Sea-Monkeys, really.*
Speaking of Utah, Heather has surfaced! I talked to her briefly online tonight; I hope I get to talk with her more often. What a great person she is, and I do not say this simply because she has found my blog and reads it. She is as close to part of my family as a person can get, by which I mean she is one of the few people we don’t grump about if she calls after nine pm, she can reduce my mom to tears by her rendering of “Orange Blossom Special,”** and Dad is more or less comfortable with her around. Also, she’s the only person who can speak French and make me like it. I’ve been really missing her lately—I’d better find her address and send off a real letter. I did get something from her mother, who borrowed my little Swahili phrasebook and sent it back to me. I should write to her, too, if I ever motivate my lazy ass enough to do it.
And now, once again, I suppose I ought to do some college. Japanese homework tonight; after the Temporary Brain Outage on the quiz today, I’d better do this junk right tonight. Tally-ho!
Also! Added to the Long List of Things I Wish I’d thought of, meet The Treebearers! And don’t forget to read the description. Wild speculation is currently going on concerning the way these little guys cultivate their trees; a popular theory is social pruning.
I am a raving lunatic fan when it comes to Ursula Vernon. You are forewarned.
*I thought that was why Liz had gotten them for me, because I call the Great Salt Lake the Big Tub O’ Sea-Monkeys, but she says it’s because I collect mermaids. Now we both wish she’d gotten the Mars tank, because of my assertion that Utah is like Mars, only with bushes.
**Not exactly a tearjerking song, but this is my mom, after all.
