|After re-reading this, I can't even think of a title
||[Jan. 29th, 2006|03:22 pm]
I kind of feel like I don't know how I've managed to cram in as much as I have over the last 36 hours or so. I just finished my PoliSci stuff, and I've got an assignment for Color that I'm not really looking forward to... |
But I did just finish Julie and Julia, about this woman who, sick of her secretarial job (gee, I wonder how that feels), decides to make all 524 recipies in Julia Child's Mastering the Art of French Cooking. She does everything from bisecting lobsters to eating brains, although you get less of the brains and more of the lobsters, and oh yeah, ASPIC, which I hope no one ever, ever makes me eat in my life.
My absolutely gorgeous yarn from my Secret Pal recipient Jacey came in, Closet Glowworm and oh dear god its love. I ripped off the brown paper packaging (sans string), to see a peek of the brightest, glowiest, cornea-searingist lime green. I fell hard. Of course, yarn of this calibur deserves the Lantern Moons, size 17 beasts of predatory glory, instruments that just make you wish that Joss Whedon's world was real, because then you might be able to use those babies for what you really want to way deep inside, i.e., to kill some vampires. D and I were all set for the cinematic glory that is Mr. and Mrs. Smith and the Transporter, and by the time they were done I had myself a glorious Steven Tyler scarf, one that, should Steven Tyler himself ask for it, I would have to say "Sorry, Steve, this one's mine. Maybe next time you want to take the scarf off random passerby you should make sure that you haven't written a song that uses a name so close to her own that vicious little school children will sing it, imagining her on a murderous rampage when really she wouldn't do it at all unless vampires were real and needed to be taken out." (The song in question, unless it isn't already terribly obvious is Janey's Got a Gun, and yes, vicious little school children sang it at me because my name's Jaime and that's close enough for them, and yes, it made me cry)
And in this strangely weird mood I leave you, to tackle my Color work.