Brain Rambling
I enjoy marshmallows immensely. Yeah I bet you think it's gross. More for me.
There are a zillion people in Oregon with late 70's/early 80's hair. It's bizarre.
My ginger plant, Gigi, is doing well. I should post pics.
Oregon bikes are vintage. Sexy like a vintage pin up, complete with huge silver fenders and a chain guard.
The weather is mild and nice. A bit damp, but so nice.
The Grab and Go shop, where I can spend my meal points, has an abundance of weird Japanese candy.
Weird Japanese candy is fabulous, especially when you have to buy it or lose unused points every Saturday.
I have the bestest
bookshop. They are having financial troubles, so buy Xmas gifts from them.
I have two more weeks of school and then I make a mad dash to Portland really early in the morning so I can fly "back east."
There is no "out east" and "back west." Only "back east" or "out west." Pioneer spirit dies hard.
Eugene is peppered with a zillion teeny houses, like smaller than a garage. They serve espresso.
It might be fun to live here, and the weather is great, but I'd never feel at home. I am a New England girl, dyed in the wool.
The further west you go, the bigger the travel mugs get. They have those mega ones, the kind that you could fit a cat in.
I should say "blimey" more often (BLOI-MEEE!), as well as "wicked" as an intensifier.
Oregonians speak very slightly slower than I'm used to.
Then again, I am a surly neurotic Bostonian. My life is a traffic jam with the appropriate sneaky driving manuevers.
Current Mood: tummy ache