Friday, January 30, 2004
My Pants and the Punk Rock Lesbian
Today I actually did stuff. I floundered around some really horrid college websites- the websites being awful, not the schools- after watching Martha Stewart mutilate some raw foods.
Well raw veggies at least. Her guest was some oddball who eats almost nothing but uncooked nasties. Now before you condemn me as being anti-vegtable think of this: Under his regimen, dairy is taboo and soups are made of blended cauliflower. cold blended cauliflower, because heaven forbid someone gets a warm meal.
Then came the piddling around on the computer before my mom and I went to have lunch with my dad in Long Beach.
We ate at a greek deli and I mentioned how good the french fries were. Delicately seasoned just wonderfully. So naturally when my mother goes to read the review they have on the wall it says, among other things, that "the only disappointment was the french fries." psh. Take that, culinary ego.
Now the whole point of going out to Long Beach was to visit some Tiffany's Lamp shoppe. We walk in as the proprietors are obviously too interested in eachother to say hello until we've been round the shop twice. All the lamps were too colourful and my mum kept pointing out the shirtless men in the picture frames (we think the owners were rather gay.) so we stopped at starbucks before going home.
On the way back from the Tiffany's place we passed a very punk girl(chains &tc. in a non "hot topic" way) who seemed to recognize me when we passed in the first place. Probably because I'd looked at her on the way over, increasingly aware of how preppy I looked. Red blazer, pink monkey tee, nice new[looking] pants, and red pseudo chucks versus a black midriff exposing tee and chains. I half expected a snide comment thrown my way.
Anyway, in Starbucks, where my new favourite is the toffee nut latte, she came in and stood behind my mom as she fumbled through her order. Tall? what is tall? Mocha... wait is that different? yeah.... but Punk and I were just looking eachother up and down - she said "Nice Blazer". huh? "Thank you." *smile*. A few other things were said and basically we kept looking eachother up and down.
I'm not expressing this well. I was actually afraid my mom would turn around and think I was picking up on girls. Ahem. Indeed. -- G 'Bye, Sonya -- . ( 30.1.04 ) .
Today I actually did stuff. I floundered around some really horrid college websites- the websites being awful, not the schools- after watching Martha Stewart mutilate some raw foods.
Well raw veggies at least. Her guest was some oddball who eats almost nothing but uncooked nasties. Now before you condemn me as being anti-vegtable think of this: Under his regimen, dairy is taboo and soups are made of blended cauliflower. cold blended cauliflower, because heaven forbid someone gets a warm meal.
Then came the piddling around on the computer before my mom and I went to have lunch with my dad in Long Beach.
We ate at a greek deli and I mentioned how good the french fries were. Delicately seasoned just wonderfully. So naturally when my mother goes to read the review they have on the wall it says, among other things, that "the only disappointment was the french fries." psh. Take that, culinary ego.
Now the whole point of going out to Long Beach was to visit some Tiffany's Lamp shoppe. We walk in as the proprietors are obviously too interested in eachother to say hello until we've been round the shop twice. All the lamps were too colourful and my mum kept pointing out the shirtless men in the picture frames (we think the owners were rather gay.) so we stopped at starbucks before going home.
On the way back from the Tiffany's place we passed a very punk girl(chains &tc. in a non "hot topic" way) who seemed to recognize me when we passed in the first place. Probably because I'd looked at her on the way over, increasingly aware of how preppy I looked. Red blazer, pink monkey tee, nice new[looking] pants, and red pseudo chucks versus a black midriff exposing tee and chains. I half expected a snide comment thrown my way.
Anyway, in Starbucks, where my new favourite is the toffee nut latte, she came in and stood behind my mom as she fumbled through her order. Tall? what is tall? Mocha... wait is that different? yeah.... but Punk and I were just looking eachother up and down - she said "Nice Blazer". huh? "Thank you." *smile*. A few other things were said and basically we kept looking eachother up and down.
I'm not expressing this well. I was actually afraid my mom would turn around and think I was picking up on girls. Ahem. Indeed. -- G 'Bye, Sonya -- . ( 30.1.04 ) .