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Pretty Good Day
Jan. 20th, 2007 11:11 pmToday was a good day.
I woke up early-ish (I didn't sleep so terribly well, but, eh /-:), and Patricia IMed me and asked if I wanted to go to Target with Keith and her suite. I agreed. Keith didn't wake up for several hours, so I worked on my story.
(Unfortunately, I learned the hard way that flash drives cannot always be trusted for the precious cargo of novels during that time, but, thankfully, I save backups in numerous enough places that all I lost was what I worked on last night and this morning /-:)
Target took much longer than it should have, but there was lots of aimless wandering around that was fun enough, looking at shoes and hair products-- and Patricia suggesting Keith buy things like fat-diminishing cream and dog biscuits . . . ? Lol . . . Everyone seems to have gotten lost, at some point.
(I still need to see Keith's weaselball. He did bring it back! Woot! Lol . . . )
For a while we played Wii in the guys' suite, and then went to dinner. It was crowded as hell, so we basically just grabbed quick stuff and left.
After that, we hung out in Myers and watched High School Musical. I met the suite's newest member (replacing Katie and Cassie-- lucky girl gets a double to herself, lol), Anda, who seems very nice, even if she's not the best at English, but, well, I can't begrudge her that as I'll be even worse at Japanese when I go to Japan, lol . . .
Edit (1:44 am): It's snowing HARDCORE CRAZY outside! You can't even look into the direction the wind is blowing out of from because it hits you in the eyes and you can't see.
Henry and I had been sitting inside watching a black and white movie called "The Caretakers" or something-- which was really interesting, actually-- made in the 1960s about a mental hospital. Since it was actually made back then, and not just now about back then (like "Girl, Interrupted"), it was really very interesting to watch, from both the depiction/classification of the patients's disorders based on the time period's conceptions (even worse than the depictions now-- which are, well, pretty bad /-:), to the sort of fundamental battle between rigidity/treating the patients like crap/protecting people from them vs. treating them with respect/protecting them. This wasn't a new concept in the 1960s, certainly, but, meh, still interesting-ish. Of course, the mental patients were pretty ham-y. There was a lot of screaming and carrying on in misery and plenty of random catatonic-schizophrenic-walks-like-zombie-and-kills-ward-pet, or homocidal girl goes homocidal again, or weird-girl-with-no-defined-disorder tries to run away. (I'm also quite confused as to why the ward was labeled the "Borderline Ward" when one patient in it was definitely schizophrenic-- they even said she was-- and the other was like some weird mix of delusional and psychotic). and There was also a dramatic scene in which one of them was given electroconvulsive shock therapy and it clearly wasn't needed, as judged by the look on the "good" nurse's face as she witnessed it, lol . . .
We knew it was snowing outside, but Anu came in at one point and was like, "OMG, you have to get out there!" So we wavered for a moment (it was late . . . lol . . . ), but then we went out. It was fun; we had a snowball fight.
However, Henry lost the lens to his glasses /-: We looked around, but it soon got buried, wherever it was.
We walked over to the Myer's suite but none of them were interested in joining us, having just walked back from a rather disappointing party and feeling generally fed up with the snow (Linda apparently slipped and fell several times and hurt herself /-:). Once we left, Anu, Henry, and I figured we'd retire in.
I took some pictures, but I'm going to be unable to post them until I receive my camera cord, which I seem to have left at home /-:
It's going to be interesting sleeping with the heavy snow *shlip*-ing against my window . . .
I woke up early-ish (I didn't sleep so terribly well, but, eh /-:), and Patricia IMed me and asked if I wanted to go to Target with Keith and her suite. I agreed. Keith didn't wake up for several hours, so I worked on my story.
(Unfortunately, I learned the hard way that flash drives cannot always be trusted for the precious cargo of novels during that time, but, thankfully, I save backups in numerous enough places that all I lost was what I worked on last night and this morning /-:)
Target took much longer than it should have, but there was lots of aimless wandering around that was fun enough, looking at shoes and hair products-- and Patricia suggesting Keith buy things like fat-diminishing cream and dog biscuits . . . ? Lol . . . Everyone seems to have gotten lost, at some point.
(I still need to see Keith's weaselball. He did bring it back! Woot! Lol . . . )
For a while we played Wii in the guys' suite, and then went to dinner. It was crowded as hell, so we basically just grabbed quick stuff and left.
After that, we hung out in Myers and watched High School Musical. I met the suite's newest member (replacing Katie and Cassie-- lucky girl gets a double to herself, lol), Anda, who seems very nice, even if she's not the best at English, but, well, I can't begrudge her that as I'll be even worse at Japanese when I go to Japan, lol . . .
Edit (1:44 am): It's snowing HARDCORE CRAZY outside! You can't even look into the direction the wind is blowing out of from because it hits you in the eyes and you can't see.
Henry and I had been sitting inside watching a black and white movie called "The Caretakers" or something-- which was really interesting, actually-- made in the 1960s about a mental hospital. Since it was actually made back then, and not just now about back then (like "Girl, Interrupted"), it was really very interesting to watch, from both the depiction/classification of the patients's disorders based on the time period's conceptions (even worse than the depictions now-- which are, well, pretty bad /-:), to the sort of fundamental battle between rigidity/treating the patients like crap/protecting people from them vs. treating them with respect/protecting them. This wasn't a new concept in the 1960s, certainly, but, meh, still interesting-ish. Of course, the mental patients were pretty ham-y. There was a lot of screaming and carrying on in misery and plenty of random catatonic-schizophrenic-walks-like-zombie-and-kills-ward-pet, or homocidal girl goes homocidal again, or weird-girl-with-no-defined-disorder tries to run away. (I'm also quite confused as to why the ward was labeled the "Borderline Ward" when one patient in it was definitely schizophrenic-- they even said she was-- and the other was like some weird mix of delusional and psychotic). and There was also a dramatic scene in which one of them was given electroconvulsive shock therapy and it clearly wasn't needed, as judged by the look on the "good" nurse's face as she witnessed it, lol . . .
We knew it was snowing outside, but Anu came in at one point and was like, "OMG, you have to get out there!" So we wavered for a moment (it was late . . . lol . . . ), but then we went out. It was fun; we had a snowball fight.
However, Henry lost the lens to his glasses /-: We looked around, but it soon got buried, wherever it was.
We walked over to the Myer's suite but none of them were interested in joining us, having just walked back from a rather disappointing party and feeling generally fed up with the snow (Linda apparently slipped and fell several times and hurt herself /-:). Once we left, Anu, Henry, and I figured we'd retire in.
I took some pictures, but I'm going to be unable to post them until I receive my camera cord, which I seem to have left at home /-:
It's going to be interesting sleeping with the heavy snow *shlip*-ing against my window . . .
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