Summarizing
Oct. 24th, 2006 11:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tilly_stratfordObservations:
- Sleeping until ten AM on a Tuesday is schweeeet!
- Being awoken by the fire alarm at three AM, which means you have to stand in the snow in your jammies, is not sweet. It might be one of the shittiest experiences you can have after a nice waffle party in Marie's room. Especially when you're so groggy you think you started the alarm by placing a foot in the "forbidden corner" of the bed. And then putting on more clothes not because you know you have to stand in the snow, but because you'd rather not everybody seeing you in your jammies. And when everybody was out in the snow, there was eerie hysterical laughter all around. I don't know, that was how many of us reacted. And anyway it was false alarm.
- Kittens? Way better than prozac. Psychotic and irresponsible ex-animal owners who phone the animal shelter to threat and cry? Very very scary.
- Ducks who'd do anything to get some more of that delicious, delicious waffle you've been feeding them are such a joy. Especially when they try to snap at your foot to make you lose balance. And fly up to your hand to get the whole thing. Ducks are great, man.
- Boyfriend coming up to spend the weekend watching movies? Also sweet. We watched Silent hill and also rewatched V for vendetta. I told him that if he was ever going to cosplay V, he had to include the flowery apron or I'd be mad.
- There are twenty minutes left until I have to meet the actors who'll go through my script. The title is The trumpet player, or; Accelerando (The "Accelerando" part is not only to make it sound pretentious, believe me or not, it's more a tip to the actors - the play is meant to accelerate, get faster and more stressed as the plot goes on). And now I got some more knitting to do (I've taken up knitting in a big way. Two scarves and a hat so far).
- Sleeping past breakfast and lunch? Not so sweet. Ugh.
- Sleeping until ten AM on a Tuesday is schweeeet!
- Being awoken by the fire alarm at three AM, which means you have to stand in the snow in your jammies, is not sweet. It might be one of the shittiest experiences you can have after a nice waffle party in Marie's room. Especially when you're so groggy you think you started the alarm by placing a foot in the "forbidden corner" of the bed. And then putting on more clothes not because you know you have to stand in the snow, but because you'd rather not everybody seeing you in your jammies. And when everybody was out in the snow, there was eerie hysterical laughter all around. I don't know, that was how many of us reacted. And anyway it was false alarm.
- Kittens? Way better than prozac. Psychotic and irresponsible ex-animal owners who phone the animal shelter to threat and cry? Very very scary.
- Ducks who'd do anything to get some more of that delicious, delicious waffle you've been feeding them are such a joy. Especially when they try to snap at your foot to make you lose balance. And fly up to your hand to get the whole thing. Ducks are great, man.
- Boyfriend coming up to spend the weekend watching movies? Also sweet. We watched Silent hill and also rewatched V for vendetta. I told him that if he was ever going to cosplay V, he had to include the flowery apron or I'd be mad.
- There are twenty minutes left until I have to meet the actors who'll go through my script. The title is The trumpet player, or; Accelerando (The "Accelerando" part is not only to make it sound pretentious, believe me or not, it's more a tip to the actors - the play is meant to accelerate, get faster and more stressed as the plot goes on). And now I got some more knitting to do (I've taken up knitting in a big way. Two scarves and a hat so far).
- Sleeping past breakfast and lunch? Not so sweet. Ugh.
