I got my train ticket in the mail today. whee! I haven’t been on a train trip in ages… since 1997, I think. I’ll be visiting my folks for the holidays, and then they’re coming up here to visit for the new year. woo woo!

I was supposed to teach a workshop today, but my package of supplies hasn’t arrived yet. Every other parcel in my order has arrived, except the one with the needed supplies! argh! I was hoping to get it in at least by this morning so I could throw together a class, but I’ll just have to cancel. Ah well.

I have a sugar hangover today. We had our Eddie Izzard Jammy Goodness party last night to watch “Circle” and to celebrate the release of “All the Queen’s Men”… it was a fun movie… not the best in the world, but really fun, nonetheless. I don’t like that Joey guy from Friends, and he played the “leading man” type guy. All the other guys were wonderful… Especially the one who played “Johnno”… he was so adoreable… And he didn’t die! In movies, the guys that I like a lot always die. There was a bit of tension around the “is he going to die or not?” question, but he pulled through, thank goodness. 🙂 But I ate too many desserts made with jam, and I thought I was going to explode.

Christen is in town with her Boyfriend, Jason (or J. or Jay… I can’t figure that one out). They’re going out to dinner this evening, and I’ll get to visit with them after that… they’re leaving in the morning.

Thanksgiving was fun. Mikey and I made a bread dressing/stuffing thingie to bring to Terry and Bob’s. Bev made an awesome vegan feast… yum. We’re still eating the leftovers that she sent home. We saved some jam squares that Melissa brought, and Amanda left the last half of her cake that she made for the Eddie party, and I have some Jammy Dodger cookies left, and a couple of pieces of apple pie that Bev sent home with us… we’re all sugared out. We need real groceries, though. As much as I love cake and cookies for breakfast, I think I should have at least some nutrition. (Chocolate’s a food group, isn’t it?)

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sugar, sugar, sugar!!!!!

Goblin King, O, Goblin King… what a weird dream! Have I ever shown you photos of UMassDartmouth? It was designed by architect Paul Rudolph, and has been described by many as resembling a “space jail” or some such. Check this out. That’s pretty much all I used to do between classes back in the day: play hackey sack. I don’t have any haiku-philosophizing friends named Josh, though. (I’m not gonna call you “monkey boy” I’m a call you ‘Josh'” tee hee)

Posted by sparkle j @ 12/04/2003 05:56 PM EST

I had the craziest dream about you last night! I was dropped off at the college because I had time to kill (what college this was still remains unknown) so I decided to get a hot cup of tea from the campus cafe. Well, I was standing in line, and this girl cut in line to stand right in front of me! I told her, you know, “excuse me, can’t cut in front of me.” She’d just looked at me, smiled this evil snobby smile and continued to stay in line. Oh! I was so mad! We were on the verge of fighting when it was my turn to order. So I gave them my order, and this woman took me down along the counter and asked me what organization I was in because I didn’t look familiar. She has this whole list of school programs and I told her, “um, I’m not in a program.” “Well,” she said in an evil snobby voice,” …after 6, we only serve to people in school organizations.” And I looked at the clock and it was ONE freaking minute after six. I was really upset and embarrassed, and I left to find a vending machine somewhere. I was on the verge of tears when I saw you playing hacky sack with a group of your friends. Your hair was buzzed, you were wearing dark 80’s like cop sunglasses along with a tight black tank top. You were like,”Hey! What’s up?” you were really happy and cheery and I was really glad to see you. I tried telling you what happened, but I was interrupted by the fact that it was time for your class. You and your friends invited me to come to class with you and tag along, I said “Sure”. These buildings were really weird, dark and ugly. Like a crappy apartment built with lame 50’s architecture in a dirty city. The class you were taking was some sort of paper making/construction paper art thing. It was really cool construction paper. I sat next to one of your friends. He was a really hot guy that looked like he came straight out of Seattle in 1992, only his hair was clean and not too long. I think his name was Josh. You guys were showing me your construction paper masterpieces and we were all joking around and laughing. We were too loud and the teacher got pissed and kicked us all out. I started to feel really bad. Josh started showing me this photo album of home made paper and it was really mesmerizing and calming. While he was flipping through the book he was talking to me and telling this type of philosophy, in which he presented in haiku form. I can’t remember what it is he said, but it made me feel better. So we were walking again outside and I wanted some vending machine food, so I went into some building, and I realized that I didn’t have my bag. I left it in the classroom. So I tried to go back, but I couldn’t find the building. They all looked the same! I wondered around for a really long time. I saw the Brooklyn Bridge, then wondered onto some apartment complex. The End.

Posted by Goblin King @ 11/30/2003 01:36 PM EST

Bah nutrition! Chocolate and sugar are good enough. Mmmm…cake.

Posted by EvillMonkey @ 11/30/2003 11:33 AM EST