Current mood:	ennervated
Current music:	Nice and quiet!

Catching up a bit
So Thanksgiving was okay.
Got all ready to go to Julian's Grandma's, and since we still have no car his father was going to pick us up. And two hours before he was to come, he called and gave Julian a list of ultimatums. If he was going to go take Julian to see his family(not his and Julian's family, his family) then Julian was to look as straight as possible--no manly flowered hairband, no funny hair, no clever T-shirts, no nailpolish, on and on and on.
So Julian wished him a happy Thanksgiving and said we'd see him some other time, and hung up. I am increasingly proud of his ability to not say yes, sir.
And then he called his Auntie, and she gave us a ride. We were in the kitchen by the time his Dad showed up, and had been for about an hour.

And when Julian, at lunch with his folks yesterday(whilst I was bussing my way home sick from work, poor me poor me)said that he wasn't going to pretend so that his dad wouldn't be embarassed, his father just got up and left the table.

Other than that, it's been nice. Thanksgiving dinner was quick but fun, and I really like Julian's cousin Diana. Getting ready for Christmas shopping(worked Black Friday, that was fun)and such, trying to balance between my urge to spend every penny I gain on various presents for various people, and my desire to save money.

Last night I spent about an hour on the phone with Dan, and Julian about twenty minutes. The check from the car insurance has come in, and Julian and I are struggling with the temptation to say, screw this! and light off for England like there ain't no tomorrow. Patience is hard.
(we could get nice long visas, if we went a day apart. Agh, it's tough.)

*sneeze*
Tired of being sick. Keep getting a fever at about six PM, very strange indeed.

Whatelse?
Not much.

Went and saw the new Potter flick. Voldemort has pretty feet. And I approve of how much they made Krum look like Beckham. And how much the magic wasn't in-your-face but very commonplace--we don't really notice cars, after all.
Barty Crouch, however, sucked lots. Pathetic squirming character, they made him into. He was hardly crazy, he was patient. And his craziness, in the movie, was never explained well enough.

And now--away, methinks. Back home, for some more .hack, or out for Pride and Prejudice, but either way it is time for a bus.
(or maybe food?)

Ja ne.
--Gen