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Yesterday night Eric and I were watching Stargate SG-1 when our friend Adam came over with an Austrian exchange student Raimund, wanting to hang out with us. We finished our episode, let the cat out (where she subsequently sat in the connecting area between outside and downstairs for at least an hour, and took a really nasty crap somewhere as of yet undetermined), and we were on our way in Adam's arthritic car.
We went to S&J's diner, which was filled with trucker types, smoke, and country music. Raimund loved it, hailing it as an iconoclastic image of the Midwest. I agreed completely - and that's what I disliked about it.
The girls' night out last Friday also went really well, and we're going to try to plan another one quite soon. Jaimie's apparently getting married next summer, so I should be able to weasel a wedding invitation out of her by then. ;-D
My classes are utterly not motivating me to do anything right now. With the gorgeous weather, and my gorgeous new yarn, and my gorgeous Eric and SG-1, I don't want to do anything but hang out outside, knit, and watch SG-1 with Eric. For all of that, I suppose I was glad I went to class today. Having missed Monday's classes due to extreme sleep deprivation, it was good to find out that I have a presentation due next Monday for one, a paper due later next week for the other (that I already knew), and it was good to learn some more Arabic. Hameed's teaching style is awesome, and actually includes me writing what I know on the board - what, student-teacher interaction during class, rather than monotonous nonsensical lecture? Crazy.
*** As an aside, Eric and I just made a quick Sonic run, and holy cow that storm picked up from nothing. When we left, the clouds were just ominously dark and lightning bolts were shooting across the sky. By the time we got out of the car it was pouring rain, and I was pretty well soaked in the 30 seconds that it took us to get inside. ***
Mmm, Sonic. So damned good.
This morning it was a tad chilly, and I had a realization: my mother (along w/her whole fam) is from North Dakota, and my father (along w/his whole fam) is from Minnesota - so why the hell do I get goosebumps if it's colder than 70 degrees outside?! I certainly inherited none of their uber Northerner genes.
Also realized that when I lose things, maybe I should check other jackets. Those keys to Mom's place? Yeah, I left them in my spring/autumn rain jacket. Not that I want to go over there again anytime soon (though laundry is calling, I'll probably have to suck it up soon...)
Other notes? The dog who lives in the kennel outside is really stupid. It's days like today where I hate him with an intensity that no one should have to endure. Why, you may ask? He thinks that he needs to bark at thunderstorms for the whole damned time it's storming outside. Three hour long storm equals three hours of that every-fucking-second-like-clockwork barking. It's enough to drive a person batty, especially if it's storming in the middle of the night. >.<# Fucking dog.
The plan is to start more knitting projects tonight and obsess over them, then go listen to some music with Eric, and probably watch SG-1 with him when we get back.
Enjoy the awesome thunderstorm, everyone! (snow advisory my arse)
Love, Lyssa