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Apr. 19th, 2006 09:25 amLast night I bought ben greasy hamburgers for dinner because he had a bad day at work. We got them from five guys cause ben loves their french fries. In fact, ben made sure to mention how much he liked the fries several times. It was cute.
After dinner I practiced my calligraphy and spilled most of my ink on the table. I was frustrated and didn't want to go to calligraphy night after that, but ben made me. Once I was there it wasn't so bad. Everyone kept complimented me on how fast I was learning. I practiced on real paper this time, writing real words. (Some art supply magazine's seal of quality thingie.) They also solved my ink-spilling problem by placing the jar on my right side rather than my left.
Driving home, I listened to the utena movie soundtrack that
scortia gave me. That soundtrack is the perfect background music for driving down long dark roads. (Though very intimidating when it started to play this morning.)
Ben was happy to see me when I got home, which made me happy. I walked then dog and then we went to bed because I was very very tired. I fell asleep in ben's arms very content and happy. I dreamed that I was graduating elementary school and my diploma had a big happy face on it because I was the top of the class.
My dog savagely attacked us this morning because she was soooo hungry and we were still in bed and couldn't we see that she was going to die if she didn't eat soon!? Ben kept getting grossed out because noname kept smearing her eyes on him. He had to get up soon after that to wash his hands. Which meant I had to get up and feed her. Fat little dog.
I'm at work now and I don't really want to do anything. But I guess I should. That's what they're paying me for anyway.
After dinner I practiced my calligraphy and spilled most of my ink on the table. I was frustrated and didn't want to go to calligraphy night after that, but ben made me. Once I was there it wasn't so bad. Everyone kept complimented me on how fast I was learning. I practiced on real paper this time, writing real words. (Some art supply magazine's seal of quality thingie.) They also solved my ink-spilling problem by placing the jar on my right side rather than my left.
Driving home, I listened to the utena movie soundtrack that
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Ben was happy to see me when I got home, which made me happy. I walked then dog and then we went to bed because I was very very tired. I fell asleep in ben's arms very content and happy. I dreamed that I was graduating elementary school and my diploma had a big happy face on it because I was the top of the class.
My dog savagely attacked us this morning because she was soooo hungry and we were still in bed and couldn't we see that she was going to die if she didn't eat soon!? Ben kept getting grossed out because noname kept smearing her eyes on him. He had to get up soon after that to wash his hands. Which meant I had to get up and feed her. Fat little dog.
I'm at work now and I don't really want to do anything. But I guess I should. That's what they're paying me for anyway.