Day Ninety-three: Weekends and work...
Jan. 17th, 2005 01:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nagi_schwarzFriday went as well as could be expected. I've decided that French may be horrible, but not having it on Friday makes the end of the week that much sweeter. I got to sleep in some, got some research done and then headed down home to hang out with mom.
I've developed a most bizarre pattern of reading (for I manage to have loads of reading homework already) and then napping. Because my texts manage to be painfully boring. The criminal justice text isn't boring because it's dry, really...mostly because everything I've read so far I learned in one of Fitz's classes and this new textbook seems to be dumming it down. But it seems to be continuing the tradition of dreadfully boring CJ books. Comus was painful mostly because the intro notes were obsessive compulsively long, and the footnotes made reading even more tedious. The Marcus essay on Comus was great, though, I really got into that. Haven't really started on Crusoe yet, but that will come tomorrow, I guess.
On Friday I also ran into Rodney. Loan didn't go through. He may not stay. Benten and I are worried about him, but I reckon a weekend with Rowsdower may solve things. No need to hold the funeral till he's dead, right? You know what I mean. I'm gonna miss him if he goes, though. Not in the same way I missed Justin when he went, but Rodney's a cool guy, and I'll miss him all the same.
Saturday night, mom and I went to the concert. Yes, Delacoeur, I had fun. Lots of fun. I love old music. I was the youngest one there who knew the music. One lady had brought her kids, but they had no clue what was going on, really. Mom and I were seated right next to the stage, and I convinced her to ditch her shiny red jacket so she didn't get yanked up on stage, and so...I got yanked up on stage instead. Yes. We have proved that hula-hoop is better when it's a hula dancer. Unless your name is Sid Arthur, of course. But I love fifties concerts - the music is great and there's a wonderful cheerful energy. Mom and I had an awesome time, and I think the experience was better because it's an experience that really only she and I can share - what with dad disliking her music so much.
Sunday was...Sunday. Benten came to church with us - Ward conference. When we got home, some old scary white guy we knew in Singapore called up because some kid on a mission there from my high school (one of those prats from one of the 'good old boy' families) heard about the flooding down here and wanted to make sure his family was all right. one great thing about these good old boy families is that we're all related, and as long as you get the right last name they know who you're after. His house survived, but the lost a horse farm (although not the horses). A most strange series of events.
Shaz and Sid came around and we had another fancy dinner - mostly for Benten because mom and I thought it would be fun for her - and talked and had fun. Steak on a rock, always fun, plus the Chihuahua has herself some nice leftovers for tomorrow. Mini-eclairs for dessert went surprisingly quickly. And then we watched 'Don Juan de Marco' because mom is a Johnny Depp fan.
Me, I like blonds.
But we had fun and hung out before Shaz and Sid and Audi took off. Mom stayed up for a bit, then left Benten and I to our own devices wherein we chatted and now we've retired to the computer room (the drawing room of the new millenium) and so...such is life.
Let it be known that Farfarello should not be allowed to dance in public. Ever.
I've developed a most bizarre pattern of reading (for I manage to have loads of reading homework already) and then napping. Because my texts manage to be painfully boring. The criminal justice text isn't boring because it's dry, really...mostly because everything I've read so far I learned in one of Fitz's classes and this new textbook seems to be dumming it down. But it seems to be continuing the tradition of dreadfully boring CJ books. Comus was painful mostly because the intro notes were obsessive compulsively long, and the footnotes made reading even more tedious. The Marcus essay on Comus was great, though, I really got into that. Haven't really started on Crusoe yet, but that will come tomorrow, I guess.
On Friday I also ran into Rodney. Loan didn't go through. He may not stay. Benten and I are worried about him, but I reckon a weekend with Rowsdower may solve things. No need to hold the funeral till he's dead, right? You know what I mean. I'm gonna miss him if he goes, though. Not in the same way I missed Justin when he went, but Rodney's a cool guy, and I'll miss him all the same.
Saturday night, mom and I went to the concert. Yes, Delacoeur, I had fun. Lots of fun. I love old music. I was the youngest one there who knew the music. One lady had brought her kids, but they had no clue what was going on, really. Mom and I were seated right next to the stage, and I convinced her to ditch her shiny red jacket so she didn't get yanked up on stage, and so...I got yanked up on stage instead. Yes. We have proved that hula-hoop is better when it's a hula dancer. Unless your name is Sid Arthur, of course. But I love fifties concerts - the music is great and there's a wonderful cheerful energy. Mom and I had an awesome time, and I think the experience was better because it's an experience that really only she and I can share - what with dad disliking her music so much.
Sunday was...Sunday. Benten came to church with us - Ward conference. When we got home, some old scary white guy we knew in Singapore called up because some kid on a mission there from my high school (one of those prats from one of the 'good old boy' families) heard about the flooding down here and wanted to make sure his family was all right. one great thing about these good old boy families is that we're all related, and as long as you get the right last name they know who you're after. His house survived, but the lost a horse farm (although not the horses). A most strange series of events.
Shaz and Sid came around and we had another fancy dinner - mostly for Benten because mom and I thought it would be fun for her - and talked and had fun. Steak on a rock, always fun, plus the Chihuahua has herself some nice leftovers for tomorrow. Mini-eclairs for dessert went surprisingly quickly. And then we watched 'Don Juan de Marco' because mom is a Johnny Depp fan.
Me, I like blonds.
But we had fun and hung out before Shaz and Sid and Audi took off. Mom stayed up for a bit, then left Benten and I to our own devices wherein we chatted and now we've retired to the computer room (the drawing room of the new millenium) and so...such is life.
Let it be known that Farfarello should not be allowed to dance in public. Ever.
