I’m still amused at the phrase “Credit goes to sudsy toes and Yellow Submarine”. It has such delightful, rhyming singsongy goodness. Gah, why am I in such a good mood? I’ve been a much happier person of late, it’s quite nifty. So hugs all around! Joy!
Alicey, work on the top-secret project continues. Email me about the newspaper, I forgot what we decided it would say.
Muaha, at lunch today, I scoped out where I would be going for the Neilness on the 11th. I’m going to call Becca tonight to find out what’s the what, as no one is getting between me and certain Gaimanish autography joy. Bought “Stardust” (and “The Clockwork Orange”, but that’s irrelevant) and read oodles more of “Neverwhere”. I heart Neil. Now if only I could find Sandman… Growl. My friend Erica was wearing a Sandman t-shirt today. I was happy. She had a pin on it with Dib, from Invader Zim. I was happier. I asked her if she was planning to see Neil. She said she hadn’t known about it. I might have to kidnap her.
And my “Still the Prettiest” shirt arrived today, so I’m in a good mood. And I gave cookies to a homeless person, so life is merry. And no, Renata, he did not have a fuzzy pink bra. Thank Percy.
Marcelina — next year, our robot has to be Benzai-Ten, the Japanese goddess of language, wisdom, knowledge, good fortune, and water. Then we can be Benny and the Jets.
Harhar.
I think I’ve figured out why I was so delighted about my laundry experience yesterday. It’s the composing. I always get giddy and overjoyed when I come up with new music for MAA, and right after I was finished with the laundry, I sat down and wrote two verses for the Vimes and Sybil song. Go me. But still, credit goes to sudsy toes and Yellow Submarine.
A treacherous inner voice told me to eat at Johnny Rockets tonight. I’m glad I did. I was spontaneously treated to a song and dance spectacular as the waiters boogied down to “Staying Alive”. It was hilarious. When the song came on, they turned the music up, dimmed the lights (then dimmed them up and down with the beat), and stood in a line in front of the counter, discoing through a perfectly choreographed dance routine, right in front of my table. Percy, I love those moments when you feel like you’re in a musical.
Meanwhile, Sannali has discovered frames! Nooo, Sannali! Stay strong! Don’t give in to the dark side like I did! Once you start down the frames path, forever will it dominate your destiny! ::is sucked into oblivion with a surprising “scchluurp” sound::
Let it be known that I am the World’s Biggest Loser. I was feeling down from online friend withdrawal, so I was trying to think of anything that would get me out of my dorm room, where I had spent two hours playing solitaire. I decided to do laundry. Then I remembered that the laundromat nearest my dorm is unbelieveably expensive. I looked at the flyer I had received upon entering, trying to find out about other laundromat locations, when I again remembered how one of the RA’s coped with excessive laundromat prices: she used her bathtub. “This should be interesting,” I told myself in a fairly schizophrenic manner.
I gathered all my colored clothes together (minus the “Percy is God and Boba Fett” shirt, as it was too precious to me to lose in the event that I messed up royally), and threw them in the tub, turning on the water. I grabbed my walkman, headphones, and precious “Yellow Submarine” CD, and prepared to get slightly wet. Laundry detergent was added. Wash cycles were simulated by a foot sloshing the clothes around to the tune of “Hey Bulldog” and “All Together Now”. Then suddenly, as sudsy water washed over the clothes, a wave of absolute joy washed over me. I resisted the urge to laugh out loud. I still have no idea why I found this so entertaining, but for some reason, this alternative to laundry was the most fun I’d had in ages. I danced around my cramped bathroom, moving shirts from the bathtub to the sink to be rinsed, feeling like a complete moron for having so much fun, but not letting my realization that I was acting like a lunatic dim my radiant mood. Yes, Priscilla has finally gone mad. But it’s a good mad. Yes, indeed. I think I’ll write the Zen Book of Bathtub Laundry, or possibly become a guru, teaching enlightenment through Beatles and laundry. Who will be my first Grasshopper?
Hurrah! All the entries you haven’t seen yet due to Blogger’s evilness! Joy! Meanwhile, the NYU Library security guards hate me because I don’t have a valid student ID. Nice guards, yay. They let me through anyway with my stupid Parsons temporary ID. We were *supposed* to have our ID card photos taken last Wednesday, but they were cancelled. And I *really* don’t want to have to pay to use a Cybercafe when school facilities are far more convenient and actually free. Meh.
Hell. My mom and my sister have been scheming plans for a dinner with a family friend, and I just found out today that they were planning it for the 11th. Don’t they realize that that’s Neil Gaiman Night? I hope there’s time to change the plans… Grr. Why don’t they talk to me about these things?