7/8

I have a new food processor! Actually it's the first food processor I've ever owned. But it's still new so yeah I have a new food processor! Eugene's Brother always pays attention to my ramblings when we window shop. He said I have to keep it on the counter or else it will never get used. Probably true. I can't wait to make a smoothie.

Small setback on the garden thing. Actually, large setback. After absentmindedly agreeing that I could do whatever I wanted with the corner, he said What, why do you want to do that for? Mess up the backyard at home instead. Very pissed off is what I am. Not just because I had medium-sized plans for that corner but because he said what he wants to do with that area is expand the ground cover coverage! We have AWFUL groundcover! It's this crunchy green leafy mess with ugly yellow flowers. And apparently he and the other powers that be have decided that it should rule all (which it WILL, it's so fricking hard to control.) Fine. Then we got into a discussion on how nobody in this family listens to each other but we were all busy talking and nobody was listening.

Oh well. Birthday dinner was nice. Small and quiet. Then E's B and I went to see Matrix Reloaded in IMAX. I like that movie a lot. I recommended the IMAX experience to D, who hadn't seen the movie yet. He said he would check it out. Unfortunately it closed on Sunday. It just suddenly closed. Guess we should have seen that one coming. They were barely selling tickets Friday (as in, we wanted to buy tickets and the ticket lady couldn't tear herself away from her book) and when we cam eback for the actual movie nobody was collecting tickets so any Joe could have walked in for free. It seems a few did because damn it was noisy in there.

Ms. Lisa at work brought a cake for me, and it was chocolate. She also brought me a purple lei which went great with my pink t-shirt which I wore to Sea Life Park. I felt really bad for the tourists at Sea Life Park because the place is a dump. I'm not kidding. The ride out there was the highlight of my day. The park itself is tiny and dirty and the shows really suck. The best part of the park is the Sea Lion feeding and even that was kind of sad because some of those guys look really old and sick. The kids had fun though, I think. And I really liked the bus ride. I almost never drive out that way (in fact, I never do, I just ride) but the last two times I got to see Makapuu the first thought that crossed my mind was how could I ever hope to leave this place? ... Then I realized I'm always in town and coming out is like a mini-vacation, so I could theoretically live in another state and only come home for vacations and see Makapuu just as frequently as I do living here. But the ocean from that vantage point is genuinely awe-inspiring, especially when you're in a bus that might careen over the guardrail at any moment.

The grade whore got her grades and is happy. 9 perfect G-credits despite so many little worries. Now if only we could get our shit together regarding integrated curriculum and whatever else stands in our way of student teaching. The story with that is, nobody wanted to take IC with the wicked witch of the lemonade stand. So we all selected other classes. So IC was cancelled. Now we want to take it and it's not being offered till next year. The problem with that is we can't student teach without IC. Some of us contributed to this problem by refusing to take it from a certain professor but what I think is, we pay enough damn money per credit and we should be able to choose when to take it and who (not) to take it from. Also, I'm switching advisors because this waiting around for freaking email replies when the semester is already underway is bullshit.

Other than that, I'm happy. I might decide to just take the Music/Creative Movement class this semester and triple up next. We'll see. It seems like it's going to be a small bitch. I lied and said I had no music background bc even though I play the piano, my music reading skills truly suck (and dearly though I loved my piano teacher of 11 years I BEGGED my parents for a Suzuki method instructor, to no avail) so she clucked at me and said "I'll try to go easy on you." Great, now she thinks I'm hopeless. Maybe this will be just like art and I will surprise myself and the teacher who thinks I'm hopeless. Oh what fun it is to dance when I have two left feet, HEY!