Brownies for Breakfast

Once again outnumbered by the Brown Grads alumni.

Making pancakes and FAKE BACON. (A blasphemy really, I may need to go cleanse my palate with greasy chunks of pig meat today. Although the pancakes were tasty.)

Lack of bacon is even more reason why I should've tried to ambush my current favorite Brownie last night, when it wasn't TOO HOT AND HUMID for another warm-blooded creature in my room, and he could've had pancakes!

or something.

Then again, I woke up somewhat diagonally in the middle of the bed, well-rested. One of the perks of "Good Sleeping Weather" is, of course, the Sleep.

I realize I'm rather old to be finally grasping the concept of why King Sized Beds are worth the loss of floor space. Definitely loath to become full-time sleepover partner with anyone unless there is enough space to avoid the battle of the blankets, and more significantly, that ARM. You know the one. It wants to be a neck pillow, has been media infiltrated into thinking I want to feel it under me even though I know how much pain it will cause its wearer in the morning. My own arm did that to me a few times, and I hated it. I'm not knocking the desire to cuddle, which is GREAT. But so is sleep.

Of course, this is assuming that I get better at actually sleeping when someone else (INTRUDER) is in my bed, no matter how little space they take up. How did I ever manage to sleep with a medium-sized hound in a twin bed when I was in high school?

Brownies for Lunch!

Another grad even! If I wasn't in a hurry to meet up with queue or treacle_well for a dinner (of magid's veggies) and experimental art film screening plans (at miss_chance's studio building), bubblebabble (who I met through bitty, just to really flagrantly LJ name-drop) would've invited me up to see his diploma. Babble is a misnomer, since he seems to be one of the quieter Brownies I've encountered.

After the morning crew left, I checked mail and LJ, puttered, made some calls, accepted a returned rent-deposit cheque on behalf of my ghost roommate, and they were STILL leaning on the one's car.

I snarked at them, went back in, unpacked from my trip home, debated beginning a load of laundry, showered, dressed, made my afternoon and evening plans, and when I finally left the house, THEY WERE STILL THERE!!!

I wonder JUST how much more chatty I would be if I'd attended Brown.

Anyway, BBBBBB, the urls you are looking for are:
http://www.geocaching.com and http://www.letterboxing.org

That favorite subject...

Somehow, my excited report of having an honest-to-goodness "my god they sent us the wrong film, my god this is porn, let's play it a little longer just to make sure" moment at the open part of the film class tonight tangented into journals I wrote in High School. So I went digging, and I can't find the one with the taped-on photo of a really nice view from a plane, that has David Patterson's yearbook photo from junior year tucked behind it. I used that one as a notebook to write down lists and such. But I found a bunch of other ones, that I used strictly as journal.

I apologized to my journal if I forgot to write in it every day.
I was never sure if I really liked the boy. Is it really a crush, or do I just want to be his friend because he is well-connected? Or do I just find his height really attractive? etc. (Although with frightful sentence structure and handwriting only slightly better than what I have now.)

Dave was a flip crush. Cristof... well... I still wonder. He even called me a few years later, around now, because I was off at Pennsic, having a rotten time romantically no doubt and really regretting missing his visit.

All too familiar. Especially lately.