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Jan. 1st, 2005 10:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bardic_ladyAnd we're back on the air.
Went to traditional New Year's Eve party on the Arroyo overlooking the Rose Bowl. Finally got up the guts to tell my parents about my possible transfer to NYU. Surprisingly, they both seem to be almost entirely in favour, my dad in particular wants to know why I didn't try to transfer for next semester. He confuses me endlessly.
We left by 9:30, went to a friend's house in Altadena to spend the night and all the lights were off by 11. LAME. Didn't fall asleep until 1:30 or so. Also LAME. Was woken up at 6. Very LAME. As usual, our friend provided an obscene amount of breakfast. (He's a single man who lives alone, for us, he has 4 different cereals, 4 different kinds of pastries, ham, sausages, an egg casserole, bananas, grapefruit, orange juice and two kinds of milk. Plus, he gives us food for the parade route, washed destemmed grapes, celery, carrots, chicken salad sandwiches wrapped and bagged in halves, six or seven kinds of candy, applesauce, apple juice boxes, water bottles, apples, and minneolas) We got out by 7:35, in time to see the parade flyover from the road. Parked in our usual spot and schlepped down to the route. Watched the parade, which was lovely. Went home to pick up my dad, went to pick up my grandma, scraped the curb and gave my mum's new van its first flat. Dad stayed with the car to wait for AAA, the rest of us went to Northwoods Inn for lunch. I ate too much. We came home, my dad was watching the Bowl games and I proceeded to fall asleep on the sofa for four hours, complete with wacky creepy soap opera dreams. Dead Erica Kane doesn't work for me in my sleep. Woke up in time to see the Whittier float in parade reruns. Now almost everyone is asleep, in preparation for my brother has to up at 5 on school mornings. Ew.
Not sure if I'm gonna sleep now or goof off online.
Peace, y'all.
Went to traditional New Year's Eve party on the Arroyo overlooking the Rose Bowl. Finally got up the guts to tell my parents about my possible transfer to NYU. Surprisingly, they both seem to be almost entirely in favour, my dad in particular wants to know why I didn't try to transfer for next semester. He confuses me endlessly.
We left by 9:30, went to a friend's house in Altadena to spend the night and all the lights were off by 11. LAME. Didn't fall asleep until 1:30 or so. Also LAME. Was woken up at 6. Very LAME. As usual, our friend provided an obscene amount of breakfast. (He's a single man who lives alone, for us, he has 4 different cereals, 4 different kinds of pastries, ham, sausages, an egg casserole, bananas, grapefruit, orange juice and two kinds of milk. Plus, he gives us food for the parade route, washed destemmed grapes, celery, carrots, chicken salad sandwiches wrapped and bagged in halves, six or seven kinds of candy, applesauce, apple juice boxes, water bottles, apples, and minneolas) We got out by 7:35, in time to see the parade flyover from the road. Parked in our usual spot and schlepped down to the route. Watched the parade, which was lovely. Went home to pick up my dad, went to pick up my grandma, scraped the curb and gave my mum's new van its first flat. Dad stayed with the car to wait for AAA, the rest of us went to Northwoods Inn for lunch. I ate too much. We came home, my dad was watching the Bowl games and I proceeded to fall asleep on the sofa for four hours, complete with wacky creepy soap opera dreams. Dead Erica Kane doesn't work for me in my sleep. Woke up in time to see the Whittier float in parade reruns. Now almost everyone is asleep, in preparation for my brother has to up at 5 on school mornings. Ew.
Not sure if I'm gonna sleep now or goof off online.
Peace, y'all.
