omfg!

I don't wanna work today!!!! *runs around*

I am so hyper and perky and cheerful, I'm exploding out of my own brain!

brabble and I are spending the day at our respective jobs bitching&moaning and rambling about music. I just put in the Jekyll & Hyde cd (which I worship) and keep nabbing Hobbes and making him waltz around the room with me. It's a measure of his patience and virtue that he doesn't scratch me and run off to hide. He just sighs dramatically, rolls his eyes and waits for me to put him back down on the bed.

There's always danger to frisky IMing. I've been BOOMING lyrics at brabble, since we both love the cd so much and I have to share or die. I then inadvertently sent my boss a message claiming, "that's her lover there! with the twitch!" and had to sheepishly fess up. Happily CS loves the cd (and brabble, too) so it wasn't an issue. Except for this damn egg on my face *scrubs it off*

I want it to be 2pm. Then I get to play! Meeting devinluvsrussia after work at Greenlake and even though the sun isn't shining, it just doesn't matter.

In other news, first day of class today. Wtf, mate. How the hell did that happen? It'll be nice to see the people in my program again (especially the hunky jeff_nw) and having had the perky, navel-exposing Lisa Owens as an instructor before, I'm sure it'll be a decent class.

Ooo time for disc 2! Murder! Murder!

bei mir bist du schon

Class tonight was okay. Turns out Lisa Owens and Her Navel will not be teaching the class. Instead we had a guy who reminds me of someone I can't place. Bill the Prof (which I keep parsing as Bill the Pony from LotR) Hrm. After JF last quarter, really we'd all hit bottom. So this guy was ok. A little boring, but he made us laugh in his own way periodically. I am cautiously optimistic. He promises that future lectures will be more hands on and less powerpointy. At the very least, he at least seems to give a fuck about teaching us which automatically gives him points above JF (yeah, still bitter).

Best part of the night of course was when jeff_nw (who we all know I worship) showed up and grabbed the seat next to me. It was still vacant because I would growl ferally if anyone else considered sitting in it. I've really missed him and barely managed to restrain myself from tackle hugging him. I'm sad this is the last quarter I'm guaranteed his company twice a week. I must increase the friendship-tractor-beam so he'll be willing to hang out with me regularly after this program is over.

Class commenced. Jeff would yawn. I would crackup. He would whisper an apology. Then I would yawn. Jeff would laugh, and for some reason the sound of his laughter always always makes me laugh. We both ended up a little punchy and at one point Paula whispered that we ought not be allowed to sit together. We were labeled troublemakers! To display my maturity, I stuck my tongue out at her.

I love my classmates. We've hit this third and final quarter of our program with a lot of mutual affection and it was great to see everyone again. At break, Jeff and I set out in search of vending machines and it turned out to be a long walk to nowhere. It didn't matter, as the point was to stretch our legs and chat. I'm going to miss our extended breaks to Tully's on Saturday afternoons, drinking chai and splitting a bagel or cookie or whatever. What I love so much about Jeff is that he always says what I happen to be feeling about class. We talked about how much we yearned for Jan Spyridakas' teaching by example method and how the slides Bill put up were grand, but we forgot them fifteen seconds after they were gone.

Jeff also makes me completely hyper. I'm not sure why this is, but our conversation goes something like this:

Jeff: [insightful commentary about whatever]
Me: *shrieking and slapping his arm in excited agreement*
Jeff: (somehow NOT running away in alarm) [continued insight]
Me: *hopping up and down like a deranged bunny*

The poor guy probably has a bruised arm from my overenthusiastic affection. But it's not my fault! He's just so damn cute! Normally I'm fairly reasonable and restrained (oh shutup all of you who know me in person).

We eventually made our way back to where we KNEW the vending machines were, and I once again begged Jeff for cash. I needed caffeine. I was dying. I still owe him $3 for my spinach salad at the end-of-class-thing. And I swear I'm buying him dinner to make up for my abuse of his generosity. Hopefully, this weekend, 'cause he's promised we will hang out (yaaaaay!). Anyhow. He kindly bought me a diet coke and saved my life.

I was briefly talking to Saan who made the mistake of telling me my last name meant Emperor. Jeff visibly recoiled and muttered, 'Oh GOD NO, don't tell her that." But the damage was done. I bounced hysterically and kept saying "YOU MUST ALL BOW TO MEEEEE!!" and turning to Jeff and chirping "You have to do what I SAY!!" and he tried to counter by stating that his last name meant Uber-Emperor. Nice try, but really: there's no stopping me now. Poor Saan has NO idea how dangerous it is to give me an inflated sense of power. Muhahahahahaha. It's all over, people.

Caffeinated and awake, the second half of the class went by much quicker. Hilarity ensued when Torsten was twitching, clearly dying to share his wisdom, and Bill the Prof (trying to show that he was learning our names) turned to him grandly and said, "Ah! Now JEFF is going to tell us how it is." Jeff shifted uncomfortably and said, "No, JEFF isn't" and there was much amusement. Torsten got his chance to share and Bill ended the class, summarizing the lesson dryly: "Um, it's good to plan!" and we all applauded and cackled with delight.

Finally, the lesson was over. Final bits of minutiae were discussed and Bill the Prof asked if we had any questions; Paula gleefully piped up that she wanted to hear from JEFF. And we all cracked up again. I can't imagine any of this sounds as funny as it felt at the time. We were all so punchy and tired and glad to be back in a room together. Yay for camaraderie and giving each other shit.

I came home and realized that I may be Emperor but really, my dominion exists solely over a sleek, orange cat who bosses me around. Le sigh.

in the words of baloo to baghera: you're gonna talk some *more*?!

It is a truth universal that the day you decide to cut your hair, you'll like how it looks. Why is that? Regardless, I got the name of a place from Judy and I'm going to do it. Not short. In fact, I plan on keeping all my length. But I've got to get a trim and some layers before I turn into Cousin It.



( Gimme a T! Gimme an M! Gimme an I! )

In other exciting medical news, I had my teeth cleaned in LA. I went to yet another new dentist (who is in my dad's new office). Nice enough dentist did the cleaning. Of course I had the joy of full mouth xrays again. This is a massive pain. Every new dentist wants them. And I (rather ironically) have a small mouth and it hurts and bruises my gums to have the xrays done. So I hate them. Anyhow. Xrays done, teeth cleaned. And then the guy pulled out some new German cavity probe thing. He prodded my teeth, and it alarmingly began to beep. You just KNOW the beeping isn't good. So he proclaimed I had four cavities. I was HORRIFIED. I've never had a cavity before and didn't want one now. He conferred with the head dentist. They decided to take more xrays. Oh joy. So they do and then Dr Parks comes back holding two tiny xrays, muttering Oh My God. He kept saying it! He called out, "Oh nooo, Dr Lee come here and look please" I was LIVID. And I was about to chew him out for poor bedside manner and for terrifying me, when he turns and winks at me: "No cavities!"

I showed remarkable restraint when I didn't bludgeon him to death with the water pik, n'est-ce pas?