December 23rd, 2002

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Random thoughts:

...I went to pick up my prescription today, and the pharmacist had it out of the bin and was handing it to me before I said anything. "Boersma, right?"
That was a little freaky. We only come in once a month, and he has a lot of customers...

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Daddy leaves tomorrow for France. Everyone pray hard for him - it's a long flight. He's going to see my Michelly, the wunderkind, and spend Christmas with her. Yay! When I was in France, my Angel came to see me. And we went on a little tour of Europe, on trains and staying in hostels and cheap hotels. And on Christmas Day, in the wee hours of the morning, he asked me to marry him. Obviously, I said yes.
And then, for those who haven't heard the story, I discovered that he'd intended to wait until Paris, until New Year's. Which is a whole 'nother tale. I should start posting extracts from my France-Journal here. But anyway. I made him ask again when we got to Paris. He put me up on one of the concrete posts at the end of the Champs-Elysées, in front of the whirligig and the Ferris wheel and the mini-carnival that was going on in the place there, and he got down on one knee in front of a bunch of French People and asked me again. And I said yes, and it was lovely.
We had Christmas tonight, in honour of his going away. And I got new chopsticks and a Wolf Statue. And a new journal for my birthday. Daddy always gets me a new journal for my birthday, something unusual. This year, it had maps of New York for covers, which is ultra-cool. Lynda read my Christmas List, I can tell. Because she got me Miss Saigon and A Salmon of Doubt, which I mentioned by name. Both of which are uber-coolness. I can finally ditch the cassette-tape copy I made of it years ago. I love Miss Saigon.

Today's humour: Santa taken custody by Border Patrol.

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Dinner with the family was excellent, at the Iron Skillet in Indy. Then we went back and opened presents at their place. I got my Pan-Optic *dances excitedly* and Matt got his guitar. Now we just have to get him lessons in it, so he can play something besides contemporary Christian music (and not that well, to boot).
I find it fascinating that Angel's family seems to view the pacifism of the Church of the Brethren as something....quaint. I don't think they understand it really. And I don't think explaining it would change much. So I nod and smile a lot, chuckle, keep my mouth shut. His dad's in the Air Force reserves, after all. And he turned out okay.

And then we came home and looped to the beginning of this entry.
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Thank you much, Triggerdarling.

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The purpose of the entry was, however, the following:
Vessa> Has anyone else ever had those moments where you look at yourself in the mirror.. or you do something.. and you think to yourself, 'Man.. human kind really -is- evolved from apes.'
How true. How very, very true.
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Hallelu! Pervy hobbit-fancying!

One: A parody of Two Towers, from someone else's LJ.
Two: cassieclaire is back, with a new installment of the Very Secret Diaries. For those of you who haven't read them, they're worth looking at. Warning: Not everyone thinks they're funny. The world seems to be of two minds about it. Link to the first set (from Fellowship of the Ring) at Follow Cassieclaire's LJ for the more recent installments.

Today was...a sleepy sort of day. I spent the morning running in circles, trying to get things done and make sure Daddy got off to his plane in time. It's like sending a little kid off, only he did all the packing himself. And I took Chelly's car up to get new tires (Apparently, the Probe's klunk noise was due to the fact that the right front axle is either seriously bent or actually broken. Whoops. I swear I didn't do anything to cause it.) ...While I was there, I hit the used book store. Whoops.
I have the entire Spellsinger series in paperback, plus the Xanth books 4 and 5, plus The Black Unicorn, which I might already have but it was cheap. I love used bookstores.
Also bought Christmas presents at Books Comics and Things, before we braved the mall this evening to hunt for something specific. Had a v. nice conversation with the pierced, spiked, and gelled boy (how he managed to still be hot I don't know. I think it was the incredibly beautiful brown eyes) at Hot Topic before raiding Suncoast. Christmas shopping done. Good. We open gifts tomorrow. Yay!
Otherwise, played FFX all afternoon instead of cleaning like I planned to. However, I did remember to call Meg and ask her to schedule me for an ambulance ridealong on the 3rd of January. I love being a medical student. Speaking of FFX, did the game designers have to put the save points in the plot scenes? I'm frantically looking for a save point so I don't lose the last 30 minutes of play time and still manage to meet my Angel at the mall, and the plot people walk me right past one outside Bevelle, through a one-way door. Stupid....*snarls*
Pulled into the mall parking lot and Mom calls me. Which is all good, I like Mom. Except she has exquisitely poor timing. I cannot shift gears, steer (note that Michel-Ange is still horribly misaligned), and talk to Mom. Doesn't happen. So I cut her off and hung up, called back later to explain.
I also ran into Erin (my baby sister) in the mall. She couldn't decide what to get her boyfriend (whom she's moving to Oregon with on January 6th to go to college out there) for Christmas...and then she decided "No, I think I'll get him a porn DVD. We have all the other kinds of DVD's. " So I steered her toward Suncoast, since she apparently didn't know that Suncoast has a porn section. I have such a strange family.
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