August 18th, 2002

you think you know...

the weekend so far

So Ruthie and i went to Golden Abacus. She has been there for dinner a number of times, and the menu has contained numerous vegetarian options. So we’re there around noon and i’m looking at the menu we have been given, “Luncheon Special.” I see #16: “Vegetarian Delight, Pork Fried Rice with your choice of:” and you are given a choice of Egg Roll, Chicken Teriyaki, etc. Every item on the menu looks the same. It’s all meat. Whatever happened to plain rice, steamed vegetables, etc? Our waiter is very accommodating, though, and says they can make anything any way you want it. So we both get steamed rice and i get steamed vegetables and vegetable dumplings while Ruthie gets some shrimp thing and Crab Rangoon (which we learn does not contain crab at all but rather cheese and stuff. The food was good, and because they really give you about enough for two people i have lunch for tomorrow (today).

I learned tonight that I don’t much like Domino’s pizza.

My mom has been going through stuff to get rid of (puzzles, videos, clothes, everything) so i now have two new pairs of chinos. That saved us about $40 ‘cause we were gonna order me a pair from Land’s End. At some point my mother is going to take me to Wal-Mart to get soap/shampoo/etc., her going-back-to-school present to me. I may also buy myself a couple pairs of jeans, ‘cause i want a black pair and perhaps another blue pair. I still have plenty of stationery stuff (paper, pens, folders, etc.) from last year, though, which is cool. I have begun going through my warehouse of a room in earnest, despite the heat wave. Lots of papers from last year going in the recycling. One nice handy folder of Smith stuff. Sorting out what to take to school, what to leave here, and what to send to the nearest thrift store.

My pretend journal’s been something of a challenge. Partly because of spillover from the real life situation it’s based on, and partly just because it’s difficult to create a character and a day-by-day life for her, but challenge is good. I’ve also been doing serious work on a Buffy fic. (Sorry, Laurel, no femslash in this one.) And i’m getting back into zining. Wow, who knew i could be so productive?
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I would do this the day before the heat wave’s supposed to break, right?

My room is nearly ready to go back to Smith. It took a good few hours (with a nice break to watch The Man Who Knew Too Much with my family) but i’ve gone through nearly all the stuff i brought back from Smith. Have a large bag full of papers to recycle. Have a sufficient amount of notebooks, etc. to take back with me and a surplus to stay at home. I am taking a good amount of books back with me and leaving a lot here. Boxes are well-organized and well-labeled (both the boxes i’m taking to Smith and the boxes i’m leaving here). I still have a few piles of papers to go through, but as i’m getting a headache i’ll leave that for tomorrow. And after this i need to go through my closet and tear apart my wardrobe.

While going through all my stuff, i kept finding money, stamps, gift certificates, and other good things. Why can’t i just keep stuff together? So i’m trying to come up with a list of books for my now upcoming B&N trip. I’m picky about books, though, rarely actually want to own any. (And a lot of the books i do want to own are out-of-print or whatever.) Plus, in going through my stuff i’m finding i have so many books. Who knew? I mean, looking at them i remember having them all in my room, but it’s hard to believe i fit them all into those puny shelves. And i know i barely read any of them, so a lot of them can stay home. Not that i have any shelf space in my room at home, of course. Sigh. Anyone have any must-own books? Not must-read (though you’re welcome to recommend those, too) but must-own.

Anyone want a “Women Unite: Take Back The Night” bumper sticker? Most of the stuff i’m getting rid of i’m just sending to the nearest yard sale, but i thought there might be someone on my friends list who would want this.

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I'm not sure whether to vomit or cry.

Another e-mail from my dad. Linking to this article. My dad's comment was "Why is it that so many people who are legitimately batshit about the prospect of a country run by Jerry Falwell or Pat Robertson don't seem to care about one run by Yasser Arafat (and didn't have any emotional investment in opposing the Taliban)?"