bummer night
Oct. 9th, 2003 09:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brightbluegirlI hardly got anything done last night.
To start with, I didn't get home until after 7:30. I ate the last of the cabbage rolls (yum!), washed dishes, and made a marinade for the tofu I'll be grilling tonight.
I called my brother to tell him something, and had to listen to him for OVER HALF AN HOUR as he complained in depth about teacher after teacher after teacher that was stupid and a bad teacher and how they ruined his essay writing skills when he was growing up. It was one of the most self-involved, other-blaming, narcissistic things I've had to listen to in a while.
And I *had* to work out last night, so at 9:11 I got on the ellipse and started trucking, even though I planned to be in bed an hour later.
Andrew called when I was just finishing up the workout, and I was pretty depressed at that point, so he tried to cheer me up by telling me about the "many many many many" presents he was going to buy me for my birthday. Sweet boy. He said he was doing "The Many Present Dance" on the other end of the phone, even though I couldn't see him. Heh.
It didn't quite work, though.
Then I went to bed.
So I:
Didn't get to call Justyna, Shannon, or Olivia.
Didn't make Paella (the liquor store was closed by the time I got home, anyway).
Didn't write the note to go with D's prezzie.
Didn't have a bath.
Didn't stretch.
Suck.
So I decided that today I'm not going to work late. I'm going to work like a little beaver and get out of here at 4:45 at the latest, getting me home (or to the liquor store) by 6 at the latest. AND if I'm still feeling out of it, and the liquor store takes AmEx, I'm going to buy myself something alcoholic and have a drink with dinner.
Yes, you heard me.
A drink. With DINNER.
So tomorrow the prezzie will get sent off instead of today. And I'm going to make Paella tonight. And call at least one person, and have that god damned bath.
In good news, I've got Red Zinger tea at my desk, and I'm going to make some right now. Red Zinger has been one of my favorites since high school. Monika and I used to take turns bringing lunches to school. We'd bring thermoses of herbal tea and rice cakes with peanut butter, and sit outside away from everyone else and talk about boys, and our sucky parents (what else is there to talk about when you're a young teen girl?).
To start with, I didn't get home until after 7:30. I ate the last of the cabbage rolls (yum!), washed dishes, and made a marinade for the tofu I'll be grilling tonight.
I called my brother to tell him something, and had to listen to him for OVER HALF AN HOUR as he complained in depth about teacher after teacher after teacher that was stupid and a bad teacher and how they ruined his essay writing skills when he was growing up. It was one of the most self-involved, other-blaming, narcissistic things I've had to listen to in a while.
And I *had* to work out last night, so at 9:11 I got on the ellipse and started trucking, even though I planned to be in bed an hour later.
Andrew called when I was just finishing up the workout, and I was pretty depressed at that point, so he tried to cheer me up by telling me about the "many many many many" presents he was going to buy me for my birthday. Sweet boy. He said he was doing "The Many Present Dance" on the other end of the phone, even though I couldn't see him. Heh.
It didn't quite work, though.
Then I went to bed.
So I:
Didn't get to call Justyna, Shannon, or Olivia.
Didn't make Paella (the liquor store was closed by the time I got home, anyway).
Didn't write the note to go with D's prezzie.
Didn't have a bath.
Didn't stretch.
Suck.
So I decided that today I'm not going to work late. I'm going to work like a little beaver and get out of here at 4:45 at the latest, getting me home (or to the liquor store) by 6 at the latest. AND if I'm still feeling out of it, and the liquor store takes AmEx, I'm going to buy myself something alcoholic and have a drink with dinner.
Yes, you heard me.
A drink. With DINNER.
So tomorrow the prezzie will get sent off instead of today. And I'm going to make Paella tonight. And call at least one person, and have that god damned bath.
In good news, I've got Red Zinger tea at my desk, and I'm going to make some right now. Red Zinger has been one of my favorites since high school. Monika and I used to take turns bringing lunches to school. We'd bring thermoses of herbal tea and rice cakes with peanut butter, and sit outside away from everyone else and talk about boys, and our sucky parents (what else is there to talk about when you're a young teen girl?).
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Date: 2003-10-09 10:40 am (UTC)I haven't THE SLIGHTEST CLUE what Bananas Foster really is. After tasting this ice cream, though, I really want to know. I think it involves bananas (duh), chocolate, and some sort of alcohol, but I'm not sure. There's got to be more to it than that, though.
I curse lots, too. . . In the same situations. Not AT a person, though, never in anger. With slang usage, though, I will. (Lou and I will be joking around, and, dismissively, I'll say, "You're such a f--king dork." Stuff like that, slangy, ya know?) (Can we post curses in notes on LJ?) Not in anger, not during an argument.
And if the fridge doesn't close, I'll curse at it, too. Silly door. ~ Youmna
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Date: 2003-10-09 10:49 am (UTC)Ya know, I'm not much of a fan of tofu. Not unless it's in miso soup. Or any soup, I suppose. I've tried making it myself (oh god, how badly did I screw it up), and have had it in different dishes, prepared in different ways. I don't think it's for me.
Red Zinger tastes like what? Is it a Celestial Seasonings tea? I wonder if I've had it.
I'd love a friend with whom I could share a thermos of tea with, at school. I've already got Jane for home. (God, but I love that girl!)
Have I mentioned that we both would love-love-LOVE to meet you? That woulda been easier when you lived in Waterloo. Believe it or not - this is SAD - I didn't know Vancouver was off to the far west of southern Canada until AFTER you'd moved. I blame the schools. And myself, for not knowing much of anything about Canada. Anyway.
A bath sounds wonderful, as does a drink with dinner. Unless you'll be having dinner with your drink. (Ha-ha, joke. Wow, do my jokes suck.)
When's Andrew coming home? ~ Youmna
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Date: 2003-10-09 12:05 pm (UTC)Don't worry, it's nothing big.
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Date: 2003-10-09 12:54 pm (UTC)Apt S212, 8357 10th Ave
Burnaby, BC
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