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phthalombrageI have done many things since I last posted.
Today after kgb I had something delicious at Aladdin's, oh god, what was it called. (Dawali? Rolled) Grape leaves stuffed with chickpeas, rice, tomatoes, feta, surrounded by dressing, more tomato and feta, onion, wrapped in a pita. Also had salad and baklava.
I have so many cookbooks and have started to have cooking and shopping adventures. I even checked out the sherbrook kitchens yesterday. (Garlic press, check; vegetable peeler, check. Sigh of relief. I am frightened by kitchens that don't have these.) I learned that that delicious spice on the potatoes at the pavilion is rosemary; I need it for red lentil canneloni and trevor is a fan. Vaguely guilty because chris bought me cardamom. Lea says I am leading him on. I think tomorrow I will make samosas.
Locked myself out of my apartment Friday in anticipation of library card and thai iced tea cupcake. Justine somehow in NYC and sounding snarkier than usual (already kinda bitchy), Kelly gone, hadn't seen Anne all week. Luckily Anne brought an extra set of keys as Chris and I were settling down to eat orange-soy sauce marinated tofu stir fry over soba noodles. We had run into lea and mkehrt at forbes/murray intersection and ended up joining the gang for ben and jerry's and a trip to the 61c, wherein the proprietor solemnly donned a newspaper hat, paced like a sailor on the docks, gazing wistfully out the plate glass at murray traffic as if it were ships at sea. Later removed said hat. Chrisamaphone, who had briefly lost her William to Ohio and Michigan?, said (about the man) he's so stoic, debated her about her limeade. Jcreed was the obligatory laptop-user of the party. The 61c is all about that.
I danced saturday morning and swing danced on sunday. Swing dancing was less fun than last time; different vibe. Still all right. All right is not excellent, but sufficient. Katherine never stays anywhere for long, it seems.
Hayleyparty Saturday, she didn't know what blow (see "hookers and blow") was. I managed to be a bit more engaged in these games (Bang, Fluxx), but meh, games seem a bit pointless to me sometimes. Was there until 4 am or so, climbed some new parts of her house, ate Rita's, rolled around on the floor, was denied coloring books, read her junk mail, called Dom?
Buses don't come and make me angry; I seriously consider getting a bike. Lea suggested I email jess about the bike in sherbrook which may or may not be hers. Otherwise, I will scout around for bikes. Its ridiculous, especially 64As or any buses that go to Point Breeze, particularly on rainy afternoons on which my umbrella is still drying in my room in Shadyside.
Rain is so much nicer than hot. It's weird how Pittsburgh can do various waves of the two in the course of just one day. I had a cool walk down the negley hill, which reminded me of another, friday or saturday. Walking downhill, barefoot in the rain. There are bunnies on various parts of Murray and Negley. At 1 AM or so, nobody is around and it's beautiful. Walking on autopilot, you take in so much more of the scenery, leave more of an impression on the ground you cover. Slip shoes back on to cross street littered with broken glass.
Work is starting to be a little depressing. I shifted around mailboxes today. When the shelves we ordered come in, I will have to do this again. So don't make me start yet??
People just kind of hand me piles of terribly boring things whenever. I worked an extra half-hour today, which is good considering I lose four days to Boston next week, but like... unexpected. Made me unwittingly grumble at Rigel when she popped out of Craig Street Subway. Wednesday I may have to put in two extra hours, whee.
Talked to a lady about study abroad. Consensus is, fix my GPA. But goddamn, I hope things work out. I hope my language skills are up to snuff.
I wish my family would spend less time talking to me, although my dad's stories are vaguely amusing. Some lady, not visibly handicapped, always asks "ramp, please", trying to find the magic bus that can't honor this request so she can file yet another lawsuit against the county. When he picked her up, she rode the bus two stops. Not much faster than if she had just wheeled her little milk crate of books the two blocks on foot. Sarasota bus fare is 75 cents, and a boy he stopped specially for by jamming his pocketknife in some part of the bus that keeps it stopping at designated stops paid it in nickels, dimes and pennies. He sold the scooter and bought a Harley? Can't really listen to my mom, and my brother is being quite a slacker and still convinced the world revolves around him. I don't like when he tells me he is frustrated because he can't get a girl and asks me for tips on picking up ones I used to dance with or go to school with. It's my brother, and it's a little pathetic on top of things. Jim is still nice. Turns out he had to crate the dog while at work because it was new. Felt this was unfair, gave it to a girl at work with kids and stuff who could give it more attention.
I was hoping Boston would revive me from my crappy job and give me some kind of hope or energy for 211 + job = fun time, but I am once again doubtful that this will result. Hopefully I can at least get a less fiddly phone charger and maybe some other things out of this. My mom is good for some things, after all.
Today after kgb I had something delicious at Aladdin's, oh god, what was it called. (Dawali? Rolled) Grape leaves stuffed with chickpeas, rice, tomatoes, feta, surrounded by dressing, more tomato and feta, onion, wrapped in a pita. Also had salad and baklava.
I have so many cookbooks and have started to have cooking and shopping adventures. I even checked out the sherbrook kitchens yesterday. (Garlic press, check; vegetable peeler, check. Sigh of relief. I am frightened by kitchens that don't have these.) I learned that that delicious spice on the potatoes at the pavilion is rosemary; I need it for red lentil canneloni and trevor is a fan. Vaguely guilty because chris bought me cardamom. Lea says I am leading him on. I think tomorrow I will make samosas.
Locked myself out of my apartment Friday in anticipation of library card and thai iced tea cupcake. Justine somehow in NYC and sounding snarkier than usual (already kinda bitchy), Kelly gone, hadn't seen Anne all week. Luckily Anne brought an extra set of keys as Chris and I were settling down to eat orange-soy sauce marinated tofu stir fry over soba noodles. We had run into lea and mkehrt at forbes/murray intersection and ended up joining the gang for ben and jerry's and a trip to the 61c, wherein the proprietor solemnly donned a newspaper hat, paced like a sailor on the docks, gazing wistfully out the plate glass at murray traffic as if it were ships at sea. Later removed said hat. Chrisamaphone, who had briefly lost her William to Ohio and Michigan?, said (about the man) he's so stoic, debated her about her limeade. Jcreed was the obligatory laptop-user of the party. The 61c is all about that.
I danced saturday morning and swing danced on sunday. Swing dancing was less fun than last time; different vibe. Still all right. All right is not excellent, but sufficient. Katherine never stays anywhere for long, it seems.
Hayleyparty Saturday, she didn't know what blow (see "hookers and blow") was. I managed to be a bit more engaged in these games (Bang, Fluxx), but meh, games seem a bit pointless to me sometimes. Was there until 4 am or so, climbed some new parts of her house, ate Rita's, rolled around on the floor, was denied coloring books, read her junk mail, called Dom?
Buses don't come and make me angry; I seriously consider getting a bike. Lea suggested I email jess about the bike in sherbrook which may or may not be hers. Otherwise, I will scout around for bikes. Its ridiculous, especially 64As or any buses that go to Point Breeze, particularly on rainy afternoons on which my umbrella is still drying in my room in Shadyside.
Rain is so much nicer than hot. It's weird how Pittsburgh can do various waves of the two in the course of just one day. I had a cool walk down the negley hill, which reminded me of another, friday or saturday. Walking downhill, barefoot in the rain. There are bunnies on various parts of Murray and Negley. At 1 AM or so, nobody is around and it's beautiful. Walking on autopilot, you take in so much more of the scenery, leave more of an impression on the ground you cover. Slip shoes back on to cross street littered with broken glass.
Work is starting to be a little depressing. I shifted around mailboxes today. When the shelves we ordered come in, I will have to do this again. So don't make me start yet??
People just kind of hand me piles of terribly boring things whenever. I worked an extra half-hour today, which is good considering I lose four days to Boston next week, but like... unexpected. Made me unwittingly grumble at Rigel when she popped out of Craig Street Subway. Wednesday I may have to put in two extra hours, whee.
Talked to a lady about study abroad. Consensus is, fix my GPA. But goddamn, I hope things work out. I hope my language skills are up to snuff.
I wish my family would spend less time talking to me, although my dad's stories are vaguely amusing. Some lady, not visibly handicapped, always asks "ramp, please", trying to find the magic bus that can't honor this request so she can file yet another lawsuit against the county. When he picked her up, she rode the bus two stops. Not much faster than if she had just wheeled her little milk crate of books the two blocks on foot. Sarasota bus fare is 75 cents, and a boy he stopped specially for by jamming his pocketknife in some part of the bus that keeps it stopping at designated stops paid it in nickels, dimes and pennies. He sold the scooter and bought a Harley? Can't really listen to my mom, and my brother is being quite a slacker and still convinced the world revolves around him. I don't like when he tells me he is frustrated because he can't get a girl and asks me for tips on picking up ones I used to dance with or go to school with. It's my brother, and it's a little pathetic on top of things. Jim is still nice. Turns out he had to crate the dog while at work because it was new. Felt this was unfair, gave it to a girl at work with kids and stuff who could give it more attention.
I was hoping Boston would revive me from my crappy job and give me some kind of hope or energy for 211 + job = fun time, but I am once again doubtful that this will result. Hopefully I can at least get a less fiddly phone charger and maybe some other things out of this. My mom is good for some things, after all.
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Date: 2008-06-17 04:56 am (UTC)Is Akiva's bike still there? He put it in the basement for storage back in 2003...he didn't want to move it so bad he moved in.
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Date: 2008-06-17 06:14 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-06-17 12:13 pm (UTC)especially so if the ground is still hot but the rain is cool,
( did this too )