some days are funnier than others
Feb. 12th, 2002 11:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aruantoday, for example, was more fun than you can shake a stick at.
or something.
in any event, apparently luck, like lightning, as general wisdom would have it does not in fact strike the same place twice. damn meter maids. ruthless minions of the dark side out at 7:53a.m. to dole out their resentment in the form of parking tickets.
however, everything was uphill after that. the weather was simply gorgeous, got to wear my coat -and- that snazzy pink/reddish turtleneck. falling into the Gap is fun.
so after a bit of michelle branch and some primo parking (median to my right), i caught a bus and made it squarely on time for my breakfast date with miranda at 9:30. she had class though and was delayed, for which we can only blame the crazies who schedule 8:30 penance. in any event, i went inside and had the most spectacular mushroom and onion omelet alongside a honey-laden waffle. in that moment miranda did in fact apparate and we had ourselves a pleasant breakfast until i had to drag my heels to criminology. i shouldn't say that though, i like the class and i'm all about the justice system, however deeply flawed.
caught miranda walking by little hall after class and trotted alongside until we parted ways, she to linguistics, i to bask in the gorgeous weather by lounging in the Plaza of the Americas. i am truly one of the UF population now - lying on my belly highlighting while the Hare Krishnas chant and serve vegan lunches in the background. but there -is- only so much charm to be had in that, so i retreated to my abode and read On the Beach for close to an hour. that book is amazing. not to depress anyone, but i wonder if we'd be anything like Peter and Moira, planning our gardens and vacations next summer when we might not even make it as far as this September because of the imminent winds of a vicious nuclear war...
all too soon it was time for men & masculinities - again, definitely a non-burden. have i told you about Will? err, i mean, Professor Marsiglio? ;) in any event, i came in and he was up and about handing out papers - i grabbed one then glanced in interest at the overhead - he said we'd be discussing his book, of which we were to read chapters 1-4 of for today. i inquired: "i thought we were gonna seminar it today." he quipped: "well, i forgot that sex comes before reproduction." the delivery was perfectly deadpan - i was almost on the floor.
after class i grabbed a bag of tropical skittles from the machine in turlington alley, and since miranda was in the midst of a much-deserved siesta, i headed to the HUB, as somewhere in that cobwebby realm of an agenda i keep in my brain it occurred to me that i might not have enough on my vending account to last me the next time i summon the resolve to do laundry. the gentleman in ID Card Services was uncharacteristically chipper and insisted i fill out one of the construction paper hearts sitting on the counter to paste on the window display. who was i not to oblige? business taken care of, i meandered into the University Bookstore and promptly lost myself in alternately the writer's section, magazines, and textbooks, where i actually bought a bit of required reading: where wizards stay up late: the origins of the internet. the whole concept fascinates me to no end - all that data, the communications, the pictures the billions of pages of massed knowledge and entertainment - anyone ever wonder how they fit it all into a simple phone line?
by this time my tummy was rumbling in protest, so i thought to swing by the racquet club before heading home for the evening, but as life would have it i chose the same time to be there as Josh, who lives across campus and comes in once a week. we walked and chatted about life and stuff - he's seriously pursuing the acting thing now that he's found out the Theater Strike Force name carries clout with acting troupes and that he's been placed in the top of three tiers will do all kinds of good for his chances of making it at Chicago's Second City comedy club, so he's switching majors to public relations and spending his class time writing skits and daydreaming. we meandered about - would you believe the theater department is under Ben Hill Griffith stadium? we met some of the kookiest and most interesting people i've seen since we got here, then Josh decided to walk me home so he could see my place.
so we're walking, and we're getting close and i figure i should fish out my keys - only apparently the first time for locking myself out of my dorm was at hand. we get to the front of my building and i think to call meghan to see if she can come downstairs and let us in. Josh lends me his phone and watches as i dial while still appraising the building. Meghan's not home - off to the area office it is. yeah, Meghan's cool, she was living with a friend but she moved out sometime during last term for whatever reason, blah blah blah. then, Josh busts out with a very quiet: "i think i know your roommate." i'm like: "you must know a thousand Meghans, there's no way you can know mine." Josh: "her roommate moved out last term too, and i recognize the phone number. you live second floor, first door on the right as you walk in." me, completely astounded: "oh my god, you know Meghan Buchanan." Josh: "that's her name." oh man. apparently, they'd met at Orbit last term, made out half an hour later and had -two- dates. and the weird thing is i can now vaguely recall him telling me about a potential interest called Meghan sometime last term during an IM conversation. and as an aside, though it's completely off the record, she's not a very good kisser.
ahem. so we get the keys and i tell him about the flyer i nabbed from the bulletin board concerning tonight's how to be an irresistible woman seminar, which for the record i was intending to attend only in the spirit of a good snark. "eva, you already are an irresistible woman" was the chiding response. aaw, Josh! :) i keep from melting into a goopy mess and take him upstairs to show him the terrain. yeah, he'd been there. this is all so surreal. how small is this world? and apparently, he can say he knew Hal Sparks when - he hosted Talk Soup on E! like i said, the space gets uncomfortably intimate at times. as he had to sleep and i had to buy a new videotape for tonight's episode, we parted ways. i headed to eckerds and took the opportunity to call mum and co. and had a lovely chat with them on my merry way. found those Ghiradelli chocolates Miranda and i loved so much at Disney the other night 15 for $3.49 as opposed to their 20 for $9.99 - you do the math. further taking the opportunity to invoke perhaps ehnes's greatest bit of wisdom, i went about doing that which was in my sphere of doability and showed up on Miranda's doorstep with Maui (made with love by Michael) and the beverage of choice around these parts, Starbucks Caramel Frappuchino. needless to say i lived up to the knight in shining armor hype - she'd been slaving away at her poetry paper all afternoon so i wouldn't be left to my own to watch Buffy. we picniced then made the brisk walk back to my abode.
Buffy did not disappoint. and Tara, oh my god, i LOVE that girl. officially my new favorite Scooby. but actually, everyone deserves props for this ep - Buffy's treating Spike like a, uh, ahem, human being even, Anya was a real person and not just a lame, unfunny caricature, Xander got over the great white oaf thing, Spike was appropriately amused and annoyed, we're dealing with Dawn's own abandonment issues, and had ourselves yet another MotW birthday fiasco. overall an enjoyable romp. and hey, with Miranda here to gesture and yell and snark right alongside with, the goodness quotient went up considerably. i'm coming around to the notion that everything's better when it's shared, on the condition that it's someone who shares your enthusiasm as well.
and on that note we retreated to our corners, she to her essay, me to Douglas's soothing blue glow. until sleep gets the better of both, this is Jules, grateful for all that she didn't even know she bargained for by succumbing to consciousness.
or something.
in any event, apparently luck, like lightning, as general wisdom would have it does not in fact strike the same place twice. damn meter maids. ruthless minions of the dark side out at 7:53a.m. to dole out their resentment in the form of parking tickets.
however, everything was uphill after that. the weather was simply gorgeous, got to wear my coat -and- that snazzy pink/reddish turtleneck. falling into the Gap is fun.
so after a bit of michelle branch and some primo parking (median to my right), i caught a bus and made it squarely on time for my breakfast date with miranda at 9:30. she had class though and was delayed, for which we can only blame the crazies who schedule 8:30 penance. in any event, i went inside and had the most spectacular mushroom and onion omelet alongside a honey-laden waffle. in that moment miranda did in fact apparate and we had ourselves a pleasant breakfast until i had to drag my heels to criminology. i shouldn't say that though, i like the class and i'm all about the justice system, however deeply flawed.
caught miranda walking by little hall after class and trotted alongside until we parted ways, she to linguistics, i to bask in the gorgeous weather by lounging in the Plaza of the Americas. i am truly one of the UF population now - lying on my belly highlighting while the Hare Krishnas chant and serve vegan lunches in the background. but there -is- only so much charm to be had in that, so i retreated to my abode and read On the Beach for close to an hour. that book is amazing. not to depress anyone, but i wonder if we'd be anything like Peter and Moira, planning our gardens and vacations next summer when we might not even make it as far as this September because of the imminent winds of a vicious nuclear war...
all too soon it was time for men & masculinities - again, definitely a non-burden. have i told you about Will? err, i mean, Professor Marsiglio? ;) in any event, i came in and he was up and about handing out papers - i grabbed one then glanced in interest at the overhead - he said we'd be discussing his book, of which we were to read chapters 1-4 of for today. i inquired: "i thought we were gonna seminar it today." he quipped: "well, i forgot that sex comes before reproduction." the delivery was perfectly deadpan - i was almost on the floor.
after class i grabbed a bag of tropical skittles from the machine in turlington alley, and since miranda was in the midst of a much-deserved siesta, i headed to the HUB, as somewhere in that cobwebby realm of an agenda i keep in my brain it occurred to me that i might not have enough on my vending account to last me the next time i summon the resolve to do laundry. the gentleman in ID Card Services was uncharacteristically chipper and insisted i fill out one of the construction paper hearts sitting on the counter to paste on the window display. who was i not to oblige? business taken care of, i meandered into the University Bookstore and promptly lost myself in alternately the writer's section, magazines, and textbooks, where i actually bought a bit of required reading: where wizards stay up late: the origins of the internet. the whole concept fascinates me to no end - all that data, the communications, the pictures the billions of pages of massed knowledge and entertainment - anyone ever wonder how they fit it all into a simple phone line?
by this time my tummy was rumbling in protest, so i thought to swing by the racquet club before heading home for the evening, but as life would have it i chose the same time to be there as Josh, who lives across campus and comes in once a week. we walked and chatted about life and stuff - he's seriously pursuing the acting thing now that he's found out the Theater Strike Force name carries clout with acting troupes and that he's been placed in the top of three tiers will do all kinds of good for his chances of making it at Chicago's Second City comedy club, so he's switching majors to public relations and spending his class time writing skits and daydreaming. we meandered about - would you believe the theater department is under Ben Hill Griffith stadium? we met some of the kookiest and most interesting people i've seen since we got here, then Josh decided to walk me home so he could see my place.
so we're walking, and we're getting close and i figure i should fish out my keys - only apparently the first time for locking myself out of my dorm was at hand. we get to the front of my building and i think to call meghan to see if she can come downstairs and let us in. Josh lends me his phone and watches as i dial while still appraising the building. Meghan's not home - off to the area office it is. yeah, Meghan's cool, she was living with a friend but she moved out sometime during last term for whatever reason, blah blah blah. then, Josh busts out with a very quiet: "i think i know your roommate." i'm like: "you must know a thousand Meghans, there's no way you can know mine." Josh: "her roommate moved out last term too, and i recognize the phone number. you live second floor, first door on the right as you walk in." me, completely astounded: "oh my god, you know Meghan Buchanan." Josh: "that's her name." oh man. apparently, they'd met at Orbit last term, made out half an hour later and had -two- dates. and the weird thing is i can now vaguely recall him telling me about a potential interest called Meghan sometime last term during an IM conversation. and as an aside, though it's completely off the record, she's not a very good kisser.
ahem. so we get the keys and i tell him about the flyer i nabbed from the bulletin board concerning tonight's how to be an irresistible woman seminar, which for the record i was intending to attend only in the spirit of a good snark. "eva, you already are an irresistible woman" was the chiding response. aaw, Josh! :) i keep from melting into a goopy mess and take him upstairs to show him the terrain. yeah, he'd been there. this is all so surreal. how small is this world? and apparently, he can say he knew Hal Sparks when - he hosted Talk Soup on E! like i said, the space gets uncomfortably intimate at times. as he had to sleep and i had to buy a new videotape for tonight's episode, we parted ways. i headed to eckerds and took the opportunity to call mum and co. and had a lovely chat with them on my merry way. found those Ghiradelli chocolates Miranda and i loved so much at Disney the other night 15 for $3.49 as opposed to their 20 for $9.99 - you do the math. further taking the opportunity to invoke perhaps ehnes's greatest bit of wisdom, i went about doing that which was in my sphere of doability and showed up on Miranda's doorstep with Maui (made with love by Michael) and the beverage of choice around these parts, Starbucks Caramel Frappuchino. needless to say i lived up to the knight in shining armor hype - she'd been slaving away at her poetry paper all afternoon so i wouldn't be left to my own to watch Buffy. we picniced then made the brisk walk back to my abode.
Buffy did not disappoint. and Tara, oh my god, i LOVE that girl. officially my new favorite Scooby. but actually, everyone deserves props for this ep - Buffy's treating Spike like a, uh, ahem, human being even, Anya was a real person and not just a lame, unfunny caricature, Xander got over the great white oaf thing, Spike was appropriately amused and annoyed, we're dealing with Dawn's own abandonment issues, and had ourselves yet another MotW birthday fiasco. overall an enjoyable romp. and hey, with Miranda here to gesture and yell and snark right alongside with, the goodness quotient went up considerably. i'm coming around to the notion that everything's better when it's shared, on the condition that it's someone who shares your enthusiasm as well.
and on that note we retreated to our corners, she to her essay, me to Douglas's soothing blue glow. until sleep gets the better of both, this is Jules, grateful for all that she didn't even know she bargained for by succumbing to consciousness.
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Date: February 17th, 2002 10:29 am (UTC)