chronicles of the easily amused
it was a good day. (how often do you get to see that in here, gentle reader? enjoy it while you can.) first, people actually showed up at the youth center, which meant that i didn't have to hang out with the ghost for company. that's good because she's been quiet lately. and we finished painting the walls in what is destined to become the young women's resource center, and primed the woodwork. kathleen has to read a book for some kind of super special smart person honors course, so i got to hear contemporary irish fiction read aloud for a while (long enough that i have to borrow the book in order to finish it now). the concert is next friday, and getting high publicity. here's hoping people decide to show up. oh, and the band who didn't know they were playing has agreed to play. for a change, the best case scenario happened!
then on to the diner, where i saw the Crush, and got to hang out with an old friend. the highschool kids came in from the homecoming dance, and i got to see the depths of leering lechery to which my male friends will sink. the Crush still has a different crush, and it makes me crazy because he likes to do things like hold my hand and put his arm around my shoulder. and it's nice of him to be friendly and all, but please, wait until i stop having a crush on you ok? at any rate, jokes were told, fliers were distributed, and we found numerous and amazing uses for those plastic bubbles that toys come in when you get them from the coin-operated machines. they make convincing bug eyes, exaggerated shoulder bones, and under a knit hat they're quite arresting as sprouting horns. not to mention the possibilities they have for making fake breasts when worn under a shirt. we are either a group of highly creative people, or just a group of people who are easily amused.
and now here i am, wired on caffeine and sleep deprivation. and the whole house smells like chinese food and it's making me hungry, but there are no leftovers. ah, the joys of communal living.
i feel like beavis when he drinks the expresso,
-beatpoetgrrl
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