Yeah, I listen to Jack Johnson. I'm not going to lie; I hold a special place in my heart for mellow, acoustic, "let's all just smoke a joint and be merry" songs. They make me want to dance... naked... in a public area.
Sooo... went to the Brazosport Museum of Natural Science, which is a rather disappointing place considering about 50% of it is shells. A shit load of shells of varying shape and size kind of just... sitting there... not particularly shiny... just shelly. Anyway, so I'm pretty sure I found a some ancient Indian statue of a guy getting a hand job, which totally made my day 112% better. And to think, little conservative LJ has had really really soft-core porn right under their noses this entire time. It makes me want to chuckle... but only smelly old men with twinkling eyes chuckle, and unfortunately I do not have this classification... yet. And then Oskar and I played with the plastic dinosaurs... como niños.
Six more days until Italy!!! *groan* I really should brush up on my Italian... and by "brush up" I mean "learn the basic components of the language". Actually, pretending to speak spanish for seven years makes it a little easier. I don't sound like a complete hick when I speak... unlike my father, who will surely get us all shanked by a mob of sexy/pissed Italians. I talked to my mom about drugging myself before I get on the plane. Her suggestion: Tylenol PM. Damn, my family is hard core.
I pulled the Windsor Pilates DVD out of... somewhere obscure today. I haven't watched it in six months or so and it was only today that I realized I had created personalities and backstories for all the "demonstrators" on the DVD. I don't know which is more impressive, the fact that I managed to create depth and dimension from five people rolling around on the floor in spandex or that I did it all subconciously. I really should get out more.
The official planning of movie night starts tomorrow. Let the awkward phone calls commence!
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