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[rebeccmeister]

notlostonme just gave me the most awesome gift evar. However, you, internets, (or blagoblag), don't get to see it quite yet. I have to get it all set up in the proper place and then you can see it. I know, you're on the edge of your seat and you can hardly wait, but you will have to take a deep breath and wait until Thursday.

Secondly, whenever there's the slightest rumor of snow, Seattle shuts down. It never fails to amuse me, although it almost failed to amuse me this evening. I had hoped to quickly catch the bus downtown back to Montlake, but had no such luck (silly me), so I ended up waiting in downtown Seattle in the snow for 1 1/2 hours and FINALLY caught a back-route bus. Fortunately, things at home had worked out so I didn't have to cook dinner or inconvenience anybody. I think I'm just about ready for some Australian summer now.

Thirdly, I ate some delicious [cup]cake this afternoon with popcultureicon and talked shop about computers and photography, which was splendid. Seattlites interested in photography should go visit the Henry Art Gallery and see the stuff on exhibit. Ahh, photography. Also, for the record, I sadly did not enjoy the red velvet cupcake from Cupcake Royale as much as I had hoped to enjoy it. Apparently I don't like cream cheese frosting on my cupcake. Thank goodness I ate a Kate (choc w/vanilla frosting) as well. One works up an appetite when one is rowing ludicrous amounts. Oh, and I got a free latte out of the whole deal. I'm just that amazing.

Fourthly, I now have a copy of the Me and You and Everyone We Know soundtrack. I know, you're jealous.

Fifthly, last night I had dinner with annikusrex and W and C. For some reason, it put me in one of those states where I feel like I have to try too hard to make a good impression because I don't have a whole lot in common with the other people present. The cool part of dinner was that it was an awesome cooking experience for W, who, from the sounds of it, is just beginning to learn the real thrill of cooking.

When my dad completed the Seattle-to-Portland, he passed by a cycling club called the Pastry Powered T(o)uring Machines (LOL nerd jokes), whose motto is: "We live to eat and we bike to eat more!" The more I think about it, the more I believe I would fit right in.