Poetry workshop meets Tuesdays and Fridays.

Workshop schedule cycles through the entire class. Everybody gets 4 chances to workshop things.

My day is the first Tuesday of any given cycle.

A new cycle starts this week.

I have written ~600 words of New Orleans themed poetry for the occasion. And I will be wearing this.

Kiwi strawberry Vitamin Water tastes like amoxicillin. :(

In better news, bedroom pictures probably tomorrow. Furniture is assembled and arranged to my satisfaction, but I probably ought to vacuum and get rid of the Ikea debris in the corner.

Tomorrow, Hugh and I are going to buy window air conditioners, because we're from the South, which means we are used to central AC everywhere. When we get back, I will probably take some 409 to the plastic table we rescued from the trash a few days ago.

Hugh just came in and announced a craving for diner food, so he's gone to google that, and then we'll probably leave the house in search of food.

Mom took Hugh and I to the mall and Target today (he needed socks, Mom needed gold jewelry, and I both like to shop and need to be encouraged to leave the house - all three objectives were accomplished, btw).

I don't remember what we were talking about as we entered the mall, but it prompted Mom to comment, "I raised such funny and irreverent children!" We went on to mock:
• the FAA
• teen moms who treat their children like dolls rather than, you know, babies
• male Abercrombie and Fitch models (Mom keeps joking that Hugh ought to get a job as one of their Shirtless Dudes, and today's addendum to that running joke was that at least Hugh's pecs are not so massive that he looks like he kinda needs a bra)
• loose-fitting wet-look vinyl clothing
• and probably other stuff I'm forgetting


Also, Hugh accidentally elbowed me in the nose.

Also also, we're going to build a zeppelin.

... and we've been saying all along that we want to share an apartment because dorms just suck. However, we may not agree on the decor...

zachens: http://xkcd.com/c150.html
zachens: We could do that.
sofiaviolet: YES PLZ
zachens: haha
sofiaviolet: NO SRSLY
zachens: ...
sofiaviolet: THAT'S WHAT WE'LL DO WITH THE THIRD BEDROOM
zachens: XD
zachens: I was thinking we could you know put in our desks and a futon, maybe the TV too, make it a study/guest room
sofiaviolet: BALL PIT

I had a couple of bottles of raspberry soda sitting on my windowsill for a while. Today, I went to empty their remains into the sink and get rid of them.

Two of them were as expected, but the third... I opened it, marveling at its carbonation, and got a great big whiff of booze.

Yeah, my raspberry soda fermented into raspberry fizzybooze (not sure what it really would be called. Champagne? Sparkling wine? Something else?)

Northeastern.