I am not having good luck with my electronics lately. Yesterday I accidentally tore my beloved headphones in half and today I accidentally put my camera card reader in the wash. However... it still works, which is amazing. I plugged it into my computer expecting at the very least some sparkage. Not only did the computer recognize the device, it also read the camera card that I put in. Thanks, SanDisk!
It's Sunday, and everyone knows that this is the only time I have to craft a wonderful blog entry. Here goes...
I've been trying so, so hard to break myself of my bad nail habits, and I think they've been looking nice lately.
After the Maryland Department of Education conference on Thursday, Queshia and I stopped by this thrift store called Out of the Closet or From the Closet or something. I saw this frilly, long-sleeved nightie that looked like something that a prudish Amish woman might wear.
The best tag in the world.
We were stopped in traffic right in front of this restaurant. I think I'm gonna pass on this one...
Then, we went to Value Village and found this objet d'art especially hilarious. I don't know what is funnier - the fact that someone actually had this in their house once, or that VV was asking two hundred and fifty bucks for it.
Travis and I had the disgusting, sweaty experience of moving all of his stuff from Capitol Hill to Adams Morgan over the course of two days.
This nasty bug was under a bunch of clothes in the corner of his room.
It took forever. I was getting incredibly winky once everything was all stashed in the laundry room and it looked as if it would never fit. That plus killer allergies made everything I said into a giant whine. However, a quick (just kidding) run to Target and Bed, Bath, and Beyond fixed that and now the room actually looks more spacious than before, believe it or not.
Hugo is lost, oh no! Let's look at the facts: jumped out of third floor window, unfamiliar with the neighborhood, not wearing a collar. I say odds are near 100% that this cat gets home safe and sound.
The Pizza Hut at Target never has what I want to order, so the lady working the counter gave me a free cookie.
Since I take requests, here is a video of the Target cartscelator from the POV of the cart. There's even a gratuitous grumpy shot of me at the end that makes it worth watching.
These stackable crates were actually really hard to put together.
Ahhh.... everything put away.
Drinks time! Travis had the good idea to buy lemonade bottles and put them in the freezer so that we had slushie rum concoctions. They didn't really slush as well as they could have but we can try again. We played a game of chess and I won, but it was a very close game. I think a rematch is in order.
I don't know why, but this past week was some slow goings. I was hoping to sleep in a little this morning but Steve wanted me to work from 8 until 11:30, so that didn't happen. I'll probably get to sleep early tonight because I'm too wild for my own good.
There was quite the flurry of activity yesterday - Travis and I dined at a luxury establishment by the Capitol as part of a mystery shop and were waited upon by this guy who was doting to the point of annoyance. He refilled the water glasses when they were only two inches low, scooped the crumbs off of the table with this cute little brush, and folded Travis's towel after he got up to use the restroom. It was almost hard to have a conversation because he kept swooping in for something or another.
After that, I went to work for two hours or so and then took a bus to Travis's place of business and helped open mail. I took a ton of books home and regretted it later because they were so heavy.
PS: My allergies are killing me. I go around wearing this weird pre-sneeze face all day. It's not attractive.
All and all, the move went well. We took a taxi to Adams Morgan and I guarded the luggage while Travis took some things up to the hostel. It took forever to get all of his things upstairs and I was so disgustingly dirty I took a shower and pretty much went right to bed.
Ew, someone is making something in the kitchen that smells like Hamburger Helper, which I usually enjoy but in the morning hours is not delicious.
I have been TypeRacing like crazy lately. My highest score was 94 words per minute, which I am pretty sure was a fluke and unlikely to happen again. I seem to hover around 77 wpm. Oh, it's so fun.
Update: 97 wpm! Beat it! I dare you! I know that someone is going to eliminate my score in like, two minutes so here's a record of the glory.
108 words per minute! I should do this professionally.
On Friday I was able to take some time off and being a really cool person I went to Target to pick up like deodorant and stuff. This is where you find out just how cool I am: the Target cartscelator is so, so nifty that I took a video. Next time, I'll put the camera in the cart for some alternate perspective.
We had a string of really nice days, followed by two days of crappy rain. Luckily, yesterday I was stuck in the hostel all day making fun of people who were allowed to go outside.
The flowers are in full bloom here in the nation's capitol.
These were on the way to the bus stop down by Dupont Circle, where people have nice lawns.
Close-up.
And a clever flower segue into... Saturday! This was a field of tulips down by the White House.
Some biker lady was nice enough to take our picture and tell us how tall we are. Tall enough to block out the White House! And of course I'm really squinty.
We took a trip down to the Hirschhorn museum for some wacky modern art fun. I loved this lighting fixture.
Travis performed a burlesque dance behind a red curtain. Moments later, we were ejected from the museum.
Art!
This was the best installment ever. There was a fog machine and beams! Of light! And some kind of fan so that the fog gathered around in this cosmic swirl.
The next best one was a video that featured some Rube Goldbergian contraption set in some dirty warehouse that employed balloons, fire, water, tires, ladders, foam, and gravity! This movie went on for literally a half hour and was one of the funniest pieces in the museum.
Travis and art!
Art! Perspective!
Everyone's clamoring for the Pope video, so here it is. The Popemobile is a silly car.
I got down to the White House probably around 10:30 in the morning and waited an ungodly (snark) amount of time for anything to happen. The police officers in the area looked bored.
But did you NOTICE his NAME TAG??? That cannot be a coincidence.
A bunch of people shirking their duties to watch nothing happen.
There was this loud guy that had a speaker and was very anti-Catholic and pretty entertaining except that he only had like, three main points and kept repeating them verbatim.
This mom and her two kids were right in front of me with these DIY beaded things rosaries and she kept telling them "hold them up high so they can be blessed!" Hmm. Hope that worked out.
I've declared today to be an intense TV watching extravaganza. I started with episodes of that look alike show where they take a frumpy mom and transform her into Jennifer Garner. Now I'm onto the Angry Beavers, which is even funnier than I remember. To find them, click here and do a search for, obviously, angry beavers. I can't believe that Nick is still playing these.
The one where they stay up all night is good. Best line: "A spleen with an opposable thumb - oh the humanity."
I really wish I could find Daria episodes that weren't all YouTube cut.
And I know Sam still reads this so, hello Sam, you crazy lurker you.
There were a ton of people that checked out this morning so that means two things: I am hot and tired, and I may have a chance at using the bathroom in the morning. We're booked solid this weekend coming up, so this is a short-lived luxury.
Someone left hot dogs in the fridge and while I'm not 100% sure that they checked out, I want a hot dog bad enough to feign ignorance when someone comes up to me and says, "but now there's only three left!". We don't even have buns, so I'm just going to cut it up on a plate and dip it in my fancy inherited Grey Poupon.
Note: I just finished the hot dog. The mustard was excellent but the hot dog only so-so. The skin did not crisp enough. Tragedy.
Here I am, on the Bolt Bus, bolting my way to NYC in a luxury coach. The internet really does work, and it's well worth the extra five bucks. They checked neither reservation number nor license while boarding, so maybe in the future I could sneak a couple trips for free.
I think I packed way too much.
It's allergy season, and I have the lovely combination of runny nose, sneezing, and sore sinus cavities. I look really good right now.
By strategic eye contact avoidance and exaggeration of bag size, I managed to sit by myself. There's a cute guy in front of me but even he wouldn't be worth sitting next to - especially on the inside seat.
I think I lost one of the ear buds on my headphones, which is sad and distressing. I just ebay-bought a set of three pairs of small ear buds so hopefully I can work around this in the future.
Travis and I watched Pygmalion last night, which was definitely not a musical despite my fears to the contrary. It was olde-timey and full of lines that must have inspired Montgomery Burns.
Speaking of olde-timey, I have been listening to Roger Miller nonstop. He's the creative genius behind such classics as "Do Wacka Do", "You Can't Roller Skate in a Buffalo Herd", and "The Last Word in Lonesome is Me". He was the best part of Disney's Robin Hood. The lyrics are pure gold, as well - he just managed to rhyme 'purple' with 'maple syrup'll'.
