Now, Rebecca's been here before.
May. 10th, 2008 04:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rebecca_in_blueYesterday I woke up early and went to go get my haircut. I'm far from totally pleased with it, because she made the bangs much shorter than I would've liked, but it is a big step up from Haircut O'Death I got back in September and from the unwashed, uncivilized look I got from not cutting the back the entire time I was in France. I'd post pictures, but I can't borrow Sarah's photo card adapter anymore. Afterwards I went out and bought two the foods I craved most while in France, Cheetos and Kroger-brand pickles. I've already had one jar of Kroger pickles since I got back, but I couldn't resisted another one. I think I was about 8 the first time I ate an entire jar in one sitting. Cheetos and I don't go that far back, but during my last semester at LSU, I had a poetry class in Coates Hall near a vending machine that was always stocked with Cheetos, and thus I could almost never walk past it without buying a bag.
Sara was off yesterday, so we visited the Mortimers, whom I haven't seen since I got back. I showed them a lot of pictures I took in France, and we talked about the students in Eva's class and whether people who have sex in public bathrooms lock one stall or the entire bathroom and a lot of other topics that I have no idea how we got around to. I want to go back soon and swing on their swingset; I didn't yesterday because my asthma has still been so bad. Grandma said she asked Uncle John to put me a swingset of my own up in the backyard, but apparently she doesn't know that I try to pretend that yard doesn't exist. I'm giving Grandma the candle I got in the Notre-Dame in Paris for Mother's Day tomorrow. I still don't know what to get Mom.
Anyway, after that Sara and I went out to dinner at Outback. It was pretty disappointing because they've taken my favorite item, the only reason I go to that resteraunt, off their menu (buffalo chicken strips and blue cheese sauce). We ended sharing chicken wings an appetizer and I ordered a boring burger, since I didn't know what else to get. On the way home I realized I'd forgotten my asthma inhaler at the Mortimers' and had to go back to their house to get it. En route Sara and I started talking about what songs we have on our iPods that we're ashamed of, which was a bad idea because I started laughing so hard I got a terrible asthma attack and had to think about the Holocaust to make myself stop laughing.
Fast forward to 4 am this morning, when I woke up feeling show-stoppingly sick. My stomach hurt, my head felt like it weighed a hundred pounds, and my entire body was so hot it felt like I was on fire. I barely managed to make it to the bathroom before I projectile-vomited my entire Outback dinner in the sink, in the toilet, on the wall, on the rug, on the floor, and on myself. Adam was still awake, so I made him help me clean it up. I don't know what went wrong, because it was a big dinner, but I didn't have a stomachache or feel painfully full afterwards, and I've felt fine all day today. I seem to vaguely remember Ben telling me that Outback's food sucks this morning before I went back to bed.
Tonight I'm hoping to make Adam and Sara watch The Goonies with the commentary track on. I've been meaning to do that since I got back.
Sara was off yesterday, so we visited the Mortimers, whom I haven't seen since I got back. I showed them a lot of pictures I took in France, and we talked about the students in Eva's class and whether people who have sex in public bathrooms lock one stall or the entire bathroom and a lot of other topics that I have no idea how we got around to. I want to go back soon and swing on their swingset; I didn't yesterday because my asthma has still been so bad. Grandma said she asked Uncle John to put me a swingset of my own up in the backyard, but apparently she doesn't know that I try to pretend that yard doesn't exist. I'm giving Grandma the candle I got in the Notre-Dame in Paris for Mother's Day tomorrow. I still don't know what to get Mom.
Anyway, after that Sara and I went out to dinner at Outback. It was pretty disappointing because they've taken my favorite item, the only reason I go to that resteraunt, off their menu (buffalo chicken strips and blue cheese sauce). We ended sharing chicken wings an appetizer and I ordered a boring burger, since I didn't know what else to get. On the way home I realized I'd forgotten my asthma inhaler at the Mortimers' and had to go back to their house to get it. En route Sara and I started talking about what songs we have on our iPods that we're ashamed of, which was a bad idea because I started laughing so hard I got a terrible asthma attack and had to think about the Holocaust to make myself stop laughing.
Fast forward to 4 am this morning, when I woke up feeling show-stoppingly sick. My stomach hurt, my head felt like it weighed a hundred pounds, and my entire body was so hot it felt like I was on fire. I barely managed to make it to the bathroom before I projectile-vomited my entire Outback dinner in the sink, in the toilet, on the wall, on the rug, on the floor, and on myself. Adam was still awake, so I made him help me clean it up. I don't know what went wrong, because it was a big dinner, but I didn't have a stomachache or feel painfully full afterwards, and I've felt fine all day today. I seem to vaguely remember Ben telling me that Outback's food sucks this morning before I went back to bed.
Tonight I'm hoping to make Adam and Sara watch The Goonies with the commentary track on. I've been meaning to do that since I got back.
