i found this post, unpublished, and read it and smiled.
i miss you girls.
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"after some dithering-- mainly because i was feeling antisocial and not up to rushing out-- was convinced to go out and meet lilylee and thesmallkid after the latter said she wouldn't see me anymore after she flew for toronto (my reply: "my heart bleeds. i'm on my way"). was rewarded with 3/4 of a corn muffin baked with affection and utterly saleable (quoth i, "comparable with kenny roger's") shared with lilylee (the other quarter). was also ostracised because, when told that thesmallkid didn't know what cornmeal was, i said, "how can you not know what cornmeal is??! you just eat corn and make a meal of it and that's cornmeal!"
thesmallkid: "OHHH my god i'd forgotten how lame you could be."
me: "... i'm sitting down."
*collective groan*
thesmallkid: "she never stops."
but EH i was talking to people who wanted to put on seven different colours of makeup and say "hiixxx", "muackiez" and tie their hair somewhere along the tangential plane of "\" when skyping, with concomitant retarded voice. also someone who is thinking of buying LIP
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i guess we all know how the lip protectant turned out :D
woke up to this view from my window this morning:
winter is really approaching. or here. was supposed to attempt to run with Inese today but took one look at the weather and... well. i think of how warm prague and budapest were (vienna wasn't, we arrived in a cold snap which we promptly made worse by setting out for the farflung reaches of the Zentralfriedhof [Central Cemetery] hunting for Mozart and friends), how even wandering the streets with wet hair at 1am plus was only pleasantly bracing-- and then I compare it with Sweden.
Then again Uppsala isn't THAT cold after you get used to it. It's just cold enough to make me hungry all the time :( ALL the time. the kind of "omg if i don't eat now i will keel over and start eating my gloves" hungry-- which is turning me into a ball (andrew's wonderfully flattering and reassuring words on seeing me). ARGH ARGH ARGH. and I've calculated, if I sign up for more dance stuff I'm not going to have enough money for food. epic fail-- or not, because then maybe i'll stop putting on weight?
time to put salt on those gloves, baby! yum yum