Thursday, December 16, 2004
I'm too lazy to rehash my latest adventures for y'all, so here is a message I just sent to Sara (mildly edited, you know, to take out the racy stuff).
My dearest darling Sara,That was not actually in the e-mail, but you get the idea.
Yo, dude. It is me, busy Meg. Well, not so busy right this second, which is why I’m writing now and not earlier. But you probably won’t even get this until you get home, which does not really help entertain you at work, so I’m sorry. Read it anyway!I am bossy.
I ordered some fingerling potatoes. They should be on my stoop when I get home today. Yay! I haven’t gotten Christmas presents for anyone. It’s starting to freak me out. That is my mission for this weekend, I think. Also art. We arting on Sunday? LACMA may be crowded, if people are into Arts and Crafts like me, but who knows. I can’t decide on Getty or LACMA first. The Getty is nice in the afternoon, but I have never been there earlier than 2, I think. Maybe I will flip a coin.What did I read? Sandman.
The seminar yesterday was actually a ton of fun, which was a really nice surprise. I decided to be extra-super customer service girl, and since I had all the answers Where are the bathrooms? When is lunch? What do I do with this form?) I could just totally pretend that I wasn’t shy. It was cool. There were about 700 people there, and I’m sure I talked to at least half of them. And then I got to go home at 1:30 (I had to get there at 6:30 a.m., it made me cry). That was great, although I was so tired I just laid around and read.
It keeps bothering me that I haven’t done any Christmas decorating. I feel like I’m not really getting into the spirit of anything. I mean, I like the holidays, I like decorating and listening to cheesy music and stuff, but it’s like it’s too much effort to make for just me (and Trigger) so I haven’t done anything and now Christmas is a week away and it feels like any other time of the year. I dunno, maybe I should stop worrying about it.See how spastic I am when I write normally? Generally when I post on this 'ere blog, I think about what I'm saying before I hit the "publish" button. You know, because I love you all. All TWO of you.
I had a nice talk with my mom the other night. She may start teaching at my old high school, which is weird, but cool. Mom has this habit of re-working actual events to suit her when she tells people about them, but it was nice to hear that everyone at my school still remembers and loves me and wants to know how I’m doing (even if that is not exactly the case).
I think I’ll steal some of this for my blog. If you mind, then POO to you =] Maybe I will see you online tonight.
