in a galaxy far far away
2003-11-03 - 11:45 p.m.
I assembled my fluffy purple top today and wore it to school. CH told me it was lovely (and it is, albeit a little loose; it’ll shrink after the first wash). I really like it when people say they like the tops I make, without having first found out that I’ve made them. For some reason, people feel obliged to be nice after finding out. In truth, I think most people take a look at me and think, “Hell, that girl wears these darned strange and ill fitting clothes!” My gay best friend B, on the other hand, is brutally honest. He once told me that one of my tops made me look like a paddle pop. Another time, he told me that a beanie bear I made for CH’s baby boy looked like road kill. The world could use with more people like that.
I woke up this morning feeling extremely heavy in the stomach and decided to detox. I had a slice of bread and a cup of tea for breakfast and imbibed only fluids for the rest of the day in hope to flush out all the nasty things from my body. It does seem to be working for I’m feeling more alert and less ill than I was in the morning.
The Boyfriend came in Dharma and got me from the courts today, after a really bizarre tutorial in which I was called on five times because my name happens to be right in the middle of the class register. We went home and continued our Star Wars party, having watched Episode I and II with Aimee Chaton on Sunday. Incidentally, does anyone remember what those little brown guys with the lights for eyes who sold C3PO and R2D2 to Owen Lars and Luke Skywalker on Tatooine are called? Leave me a message.
I keep getting these memory lapses. On Friday evening, I got to the bus stop and suddenly forgot what bus I was to take to get to my piano students’ place. I was horrified. In the end, I took the wrong bus and got utterly lost, alighting near my piano teacher’s studio to realign my bearings. I really should take more vitamins. Or maybe I’m just really preoccupied right now.
Have got to do this horrendous Settlement Conference for my mock file tomorrow evening and I’m not completely prepared. I need to go and figure out how much I want to settle at. My mentor who is going to be the judge for the Conference giggles like a woman on helium. As fate would have it, I have the same mentor as CF the annoying catholic stalker thing, meaning I’ll probably run into him and be forced to make conversation tomorrow while waiting in the reception area of the firm my mentor works in for my slot. I am brimming with anticipation.