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dragojustine) wrote2008-03-12 06:28 pm
dragojustine) wrote2008-03-12 06:28 pm
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A day of guilty pleasures.
Guilty pleasures: I just watched the hour and a half finale of American Gladiators. *blush* I KNOW. SHUT UP. Just, SUCH flashbacks to being six years old and watching it on mute ready to LEAP for the remote if my mom came in the room.
Guilty pleasures pt 2: Now I have some "Make Me a Supermodel" cued up. What? After all the video clips![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
trollprincess has posted...
hulu.com is going to eat ALL my free time if I'm not careful, isn't it? And I DON'T WATCH REALITY TV! No, really (she says, looking shifty...)
Guilty pleasures pt 3: After living for months in LA, finally paid a visit to Babeland. Good store. Gives me ideas. Why did I not do this LONG ago? To avoid TMI: Very happy with purchase.
Guilty pleasures pt 4: Then, after that shopping trip, I went up to Hollywood and walked the stars and oogled at the Egyptian and the Kodak Theater and the Pantages and the big Scientology building and all that. And then drove the entire length of Sunset from downtown to the water, and then took Pacific Coast then Ocean then Pacific down the beach to the Marina. It is so bizarre to me to realize that I am going to MISS LA. I get such a keen attachment to PLACES- the ways they're distinctive, the signage and storefronts and outfits and billboards, all the ways that natural and man-made geography intersect and influence each other, the patchwork of art and history, all the little ways that a city is both put on display but also inhabited.
Sure, I still dislike the sprawl and the smog and the traffic, and I still say "I'm from Seattle" if you ask me. But after over six months, I can finally navigate by instinct rather than intense study of Google maps. And I can finally enjoy just being out tooling about and it feels the way being out wandering around Seattle used to feel (rather than like an exercise in tourism). Between this and my excursion with Rob to Kenneth Hahn park to watch the city with binoculars, I'm really startled by how attached I've gotten.
Random: The cat has always insisted on being in the bathroom when I shower. Normally he just sits on the high window ledge watching the birds, so that's okay, but recently he's started sitting on the rim of the bathtub. You know how one layer of shower curtain goes inside the tub, and the other goes outside? He jumps up on the edge and gets IN BETWEEN them, and then bats at me through the inside layer. It's WEIRD. I'm debating whether to start locking him out, but then he yowls and scratches the door. I will say that when the waterproof new purchase is tested, he's definitely getting locked out. Seriously, cat, what's your damage?
I guess I have to pack now.
Guilty pleasures pt 2: Now I have some "Make Me a Supermodel" cued up. What? After all the video clips
trollprincess has posted... hulu.com is going to eat ALL my free time if I'm not careful, isn't it? And I DON'T WATCH REALITY TV! No, really (she says, looking shifty...)
Guilty pleasures pt 3: After living for months in LA, finally paid a visit to Babeland. Good store. Gives me ideas. Why did I not do this LONG ago? To avoid TMI: Very happy with purchase.
Guilty pleasures pt 4: Then, after that shopping trip, I went up to Hollywood and walked the stars and oogled at the Egyptian and the Kodak Theater and the Pantages and the big Scientology building and all that. And then drove the entire length of Sunset from downtown to the water, and then took Pacific Coast then Ocean then Pacific down the beach to the Marina. It is so bizarre to me to realize that I am going to MISS LA. I get such a keen attachment to PLACES- the ways they're distinctive, the signage and storefronts and outfits and billboards, all the ways that natural and man-made geography intersect and influence each other, the patchwork of art and history, all the little ways that a city is both put on display but also inhabited.
Sure, I still dislike the sprawl and the smog and the traffic, and I still say "I'm from Seattle" if you ask me. But after over six months, I can finally navigate by instinct rather than intense study of Google maps. And I can finally enjoy just being out tooling about and it feels the way being out wandering around Seattle used to feel (rather than like an exercise in tourism). Between this and my excursion with Rob to Kenneth Hahn park to watch the city with binoculars, I'm really startled by how attached I've gotten.
Random: The cat has always insisted on being in the bathroom when I shower. Normally he just sits on the high window ledge watching the birds, so that's okay, but recently he's started sitting on the rim of the bathtub. You know how one layer of shower curtain goes inside the tub, and the other goes outside? He jumps up on the edge and gets IN BETWEEN them, and then bats at me through the inside layer. It's WEIRD. I'm debating whether to start locking him out, but then he yowls and scratches the door. I will say that when the waterproof new purchase is tested, he's definitely getting locked out. Seriously, cat, what's your damage?
I guess I have to pack now.
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