Yep, my wrist is very unhappy with me and thus tonight’s post is a simple photo from the womens’ room in the art building at my school, because what do you expect from art students stuck in a building with no heating or air conditioning.
I’m not feeling particularly well tonight so today’s post is nothing but photos of my dog, of whom my roommate purchased a triceratops costume for earlier this evening and promptly put him in it. After a few minutes of trying to chew on the legs of it (his favorite toys have always been dinos), he settled in. Sadly he is just a little bit too long for it to fit properly, but it’s still cute!
It generally goes without saying among people who know me that I am a tomboy. I like big t-shirts and comfy jeans and work boots. I like beer and boobs and not wearing pants at every available opportunity and have almost always been considered “one of the guys”. I don’t do the makeup thing. Dresses are worn on three occasions: weddings, funerals, and the rare convention. My nails always look awful, I don’t ever do anything with my hair other than keep it out of the way, and my version of clothing shopping is “grab the first black or blue thing that fits and get the hell out”.
There is one exception to this, and my only “girly” part is that I own roughly All Of The Shoes. A pair for every occasion, and I’m always on the lookout for more. Which brings me to today’s adventures, in which I get a text from my roommate this afternoon with three simple words: “Put on pants.”
It turned out we were heading to a thrift store where she was going to buy her birthday present from her mother. On the way she mentioned she found an awesome pair of shoes at a different thrift store that were part of the same line as a pair she had, but she wasn’t sure if they’d fit me. And so we stopped on the way, where I scored myself a sweet new (“new”) pair of Converse.
Today has been a fairly surreal day. Not really in a “things happened” way, but more in a “my brain has not been fully functional all day” cloudy hazy sort of thing. I’m exhausted in spite of having actually slept fairly well (though not nearly as long as I would have liked), but it’s the brain exhaustion rather than physical exhaustion. Not actually being active for most of the day probably has something to do with this.
I uploaded some of my photos from my trip across the pond back in May/June. There are a ton more (particularly from London), but I’m really too lazy to resize them and the ones there are some of my favourites. I went to London to visit some friends (+ an additional friend who had come to visit us from Norway), and while I was there my Londoners and I took a weekend trip to Berlin, Germany while our Norwegian hopped over to Greece for work-related business. More details at some other point, because my brain really isn’t working well enough to fully explain things. Many bad jokes were made and lots of food and/or booze was consumed.
The horses aren’t being moved this weekend, but we will be heading over to Potter Valley to see the woman (whom I took riding lessons from for several years when I was little, so we know her quite well) and to sign the boarding contract. Horses to be moved some time after mum gets back from South Carolina.
Dad called earlier asking me to print out directions for him and to give them to mum when she leaves – he’s made it to grandma’s and all seems to be well. He sent me a postcard from Grand Canyon, which said only “I couldn’t find Joe Dirt’s parents anywhere! Love, Dad.”
I love my family’s weird sense of humor.
Obligatory music downloads.
Some stuff is shitty, some is not so shitty. So I’ll go with the shitty stuff first, yeah.
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