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13 May 2003 @ 10:11 pm
Fun yummy dress-up day.  
So at work I've been a little bothered by the fact that one of my bosses has started calling me "sweetie." At first I thought I misheard, or that he was slurring my name, because 'Sammie' and 'sweetie' sound similar when you have a heavy Spanish accent. But no... I'm quite positive he's saying 'sweetie' now. Oh well...he can call me whatever he wants as long as he keeps signing my paychecks.

Today started out crummy, but it managed to turn into heaps o' fun overall. I went to school early because Seanie promised to entertain me for a while, but he stood me up. I was sad, even though I still had Kitty and Bandaid to entertain me. It turns out that my drawing class was canceled for the day, so I have two more days to master conte crayon. (I need the extra days, graaaar.) I was all for leaving early, but Sailor still had a quiz to take in Japanese so I waited around another hour and a half. But Sailor bought me ice cream and ice cream is good, and I was in a much better mood. ^_^ Easily influenced by sweets, I am. While he was quizzing I sat on a wooden bench outside one of the classrooms, and discovered that my whole body was reflected in the window. So I spent a good ten-fifteen minutes admiring how fantastic my legs are. ^_^; So very vain, I am.

After the quiz was done we went to Oakridge, which is such a tiny, dull mall with no redeeming qualities whatsoever except
A/ I've got the place memorized
B/ it has a Gamestop, which is where Sailor wanted to go.
Sailor bought his birthday present to himself, a game cube-internet connector thingie that works technical magic that is WAAAAAY over my head. He tried to explain it, but the words went whooooosh and I still have no clue what it does. Since Gamestop is next door to Da Cozy, I dragged him in the clothes store to show him the asymmetrical pinstripe skirt and top I wanted. He bought it for me, wai! wai!, and I have to wear it on Saturday when we go see the Matrix: Reloaded. ^_^ The quickest way to a Samchan's heart is through new clothes, especially when they look so smashing*fabbo on me.

After a quick run to Best Buy on a futile search to find Revolutionary Girl Utena #2, we sped home. I think I managed to set a record for number of times other cars have honked at me; between bad lane changes, playing with the radio, playing with the boy, and all I managed to get honked at three or four times, at least. Irk.

Eventually we got home – still very early, we would have been in class still on a normal day – and watched the Matrix, eating strawberries while Keanu Reeves blundered about. Sailor was feeding me the strawberries, but he kept missing my mouth and kept trying to stuff them up my nose or on my chin. It was funny. ^_^; But the Matrix...blah. It looked purtiful, but it was so boring! Maybe it's just because I'm seeing it so many years after the original release, but the plot didn't seem that novel and original. **shrug** But whatever...bullet time is cool time. ^_^

The life lease on Sailor's pleather pants is wearing down...there's holes under the beltloops and in the crotch area. Darn. It was fun while it lasted. Johji actually noticed them today.
"Sailor, that's a first, wearing leather pants."
"Uh...no. I've worn them before."
"Oh, must never have noticed."
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So at work I've been a little bothered by the fact that one of my bosses has started calling me "sweetie." At first I thought I misheard, or that he was slurring my name, because 'Sammie' and 'sweetie' sound similar when you have a heavy Spanish accent. But no... I'm quite positive he's saying 'sweetie' now. Oh well...he can call me whatever he wants as long as he keeps signing my paychecks.

Today started out crummy, but it managed to turn into heaps o' fun overall. I went to school early because Seanie promised to entertain me for a while, but he stood me up. I was sad, even though I still had Kitty and Bandaid to entertain me. It turns out that my drawing class was canceled for the day, so I have two more days to master conte crayon. (I need the extra days, graaaar.) I was all for leaving early, but Sailor still had a quiz to take in Japanese so I waited around another hour and a half. But Sailor bought me ice cream and ice cream is good, and I was in a much better mood. ^_^ Easily influenced by sweets, I am. While he was quizzing I sat on a wooden bench outside one of the classrooms, and discovered that my whole body was reflected in the window. So I spent a good ten-fifteen minutes admiring how fantastic my legs are. ^_^; So very vain, I am.

After the quiz was done we went to Oakridge, which is such a tiny, dull mall with no redeeming qualities whatsoever except
A/ I've got the place memorized
B/ it has a Gamestop, which is where Sailor wanted to go.
Sailor bought his birthday present to himself, a game cube-internet connector thingie that works technical magic that is WAAAAAY over my head. He tried to explain it, but the words went <i>whooooosh</i> and I still have no clue what it does. Since Gamestop is next door to Da Cozy, I dragged him in the clothes store to show him the asymmetrical pinstripe skirt and top I wanted. He bought it for me, <i>wai! wai!</i>, and I have to wear it on Saturday when we go see the Matrix: Reloaded. ^_^ The quickest way to a Samchan's heart is through new clothes, especially when they look so smashing*fabbo on me.

After a quick run to Best Buy on a futile search to find Revolutionary Girl Utena #2, we sped home. I think I managed to set a record for number of times other cars have honked at me; between bad lane changes, playing with the radio, playing with the boy, and all I managed to get honked at three or four times, at least. Irk.

Eventually we got home – still very early, we would have been in class still on a normal day – and watched the Matrix, eating strawberries while Keanu Reeves blundered about. Sailor was feeding me the strawberries, but he kept missing my mouth and kept trying to stuff them up my nose or on my chin. It was funny. ^_^; But the Matrix...blah. It looked purtiful, but it was so boring! Maybe it's just because I'm seeing it so many years after the original release, but the plot didn't seem <b>that</b> novel and original. **shrug** But whatever...bullet time is cool time. ^_^

The life lease on Sailor's pleather pants is wearing down...there's holes under the beltloops and in the crotch area. Darn. It was fun while it lasted. Johji actually noticed them today.
"Sailor, that's a first, wearing leather pants."
"Uh...no. I've worn them before."
"Oh, must never have noticed."
<I.>No kidding!</i> I worry about the observation habits of the people at school sometimes...

So by the end of the day, I was in such a smashing good mood. It was fun*fun.
 
 
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(Anonymous) on May 16th, 2003 01:10 pm (UTC)
From Sailor
I still liked Sera.

*shrug*

Anyway. I had fun that day too. Very glad you did. Seeya tomorrow!
Marce (マース・・・天使の指切り)yubikiri on May 16th, 2003 09:05 pm (UTC)
As long as he doesn't start feeling up your ass, right?

At least Sam-chan has good legs.

Tiny malls are funny. Big ones are better, especially when you go wandering with an out-of-towner who's like, "Wow, this mall is huge." And you're like, "It's not Mall of America, sweetie."

I was going "whoosh" with words when Mark tried to explain how a car engine works with the spark plugs to me. I tried to use his chaos theory against him, but he's just... eh.

I must watch Utena. ;.; More than just 13 episodes copied off DVDs.

Watch "Matrix" in French next time. Without subtitles. So, so losted. That was the second time I saw it, while I was in France in summer of '99.

People at school/work (just work, but hey, it's at school) noticed I was wearing a skirt. I'm really bad with compliments. --;
mutantstar on May 17th, 2003 03:03 am (UTC)
Ack. I find it disturbing when males I do not know well call me 'sweetie' or 'darling' or 'tootsie pop' or something. Grrrr. My militant feminist hackles are raised. Or something. I AM NOT A FREAKING SEX SYMBOL. Even though that's what I want to be seen as the other half of the time.

Asymmetrical pinstriped skirts! I want! I want! It's so cute when guys buy things for their girlfriends. It's not so much materialistic as... I don't know. I just find it adorable.

Okay. I will stop now. Glad you had a good day.