A Dedicated Follower of Fashion

We moved probably 85% of my worldly goods to the new apartment yesterday - the remainder is a few odds and ends of crafty stuff, along with whatever random crap's left in the attic (including whatever Christmas decorations I get custody of).

I have waaaay too much hobby-related stuff, you guys. I can't bring myself to throw any of it away yet, but holy wow.

Related: I am tired. (My 9:30 student is absent, so I should be catching up on work, but I'm sitting here posting on DW and having tea instead. Zzzzzz.)

Also related: deciding to do this Regency weekend was stupid, on my part. I'd already paid for it by the time we finalized moving dates, in my defense. We still have to buy a sofa, not to mention settling in a couple of cats this weekend! Trying to decide how much I care about being out the money, and how disappointed my roommate will be if I don't go!

Well that was fun! And by "fun" I mean fortunate...yesterday morning I was awakened at 6:30 by some very impressive wind and rain, and was pretty much awake for good when I peeped out of my front window and saw a third of the sycamore tree in our front yard was in the road...

Well, that's a slight exaggeration, as it's a very large, tall tree. But the downed branch did in fact block off the whole road. And the pine tree in the back yard was somewhat decapitated, which mom and I didn't even notice til after the storm was over, since we were so focused on the tree in front.

The interesting part is that it was so localized...around here, I'm in one of two towns that got hit like that (well somebody doesn't like Haddon Township or Collingswood!), with a swath of heavy damage less than two miles in length, and only about three blocks wide. Yay for 60mph straight-line winds from the remnants of Hurricane Cindy? We didn't have any actual damage (other than to the poor trees, obviously, and no power), but mom and I took a walk around 8:30, and there was a crushed car in a driveway around the corner, a whole tree down that took out the power lines a block and a half down, a knocked-over chimney and a squashed back deck a little further, and a utility pole down in the road a block from that. And the even bigger trees down that are in the local news story are about 5-6 blocks in the other direction. We didn't walk that way, partly because the traffic light was out on the main road we'd have to cross, and we didn't want to get squished, and partly because I had work at noon.

(And I got to work, expecting people to be all agog over the storm damage...and nobody said a word except for the two women who live in the same town as me, and were like, "...so do you have power, cause we sure don't" ! The store's barely three miles from my house, so that's how localized the damage was.)

The township was very prompt, though...we were amazed, actually. The branch in the road had been cut up and moved by the time we got back from our hour-long walk, and they came and took it all away during my 12-5 shift at work. And the power must have come back on right after mom and I left around 6 for our Philly Orchestra concert in the evening (the orchestra played the soundtrack to Return of the King while the movie played, which was fantastic. both because of the movie/music, and because watching that kind of movie with several thousand people is hilarious. I think Eowyn's "I am no man" line got the biggest cheer, but there was lots of enjoyable "woohooooooo!"-ing), according to the clocks.

We got back very late, as the traffic getting out of a several-thousand-person concert is always very fun, so I read in bed for a while before I got up this morning, and now am lazing about on the internet! I may poke at the dinner dress once the internet gets boring, but I make no guarantee.

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Greetings from Pennington!

I'm still a mess and fully expect to be one all week - don't hold your breath for much sewing this week. As Dress U creeps up... *bites nails*

This room is definitely smaller than the one I had at home (home is where your cat is), and this is one time I'm wishing I didn't have a quite so expensive, expansive hobby! There are BINS EVERYWHERE. And really nowhere else to put them besides my room; there's no porch or basement space here for me to shove costume bits.

Nice hardwood floors, though. And I've got a new laptop, which is a nice thing. (Got a lovely mum, have I!)

You know, it's really shaping up to be a tremendously exciting break. Hardly any sewing or costuming, because of the Evil Stomach Bug of Evilness, recovering from that, and now, today, have I been doing anything? No, of course not; I've been lying on the living-room sofa, reading Harry Potter, and popping pills in a fairly unsuccessful effort to keep wicked cramps at bay. *is cranky* And I had to be at the dentist at 9.00 this morning, whereupon it was determined I had two cavities (my first ever; aren't I special?) and had said cavities filled. Not a morning person. Not a needles-in-the-gums sort of person. And not really the sort of person who wants to hear the hygienist tell me that my BA in history is going to be Epically Useless. (Yes, I'm paraphrasing. Work with me here.)

I did dye my hair though. *promptly falls over in surprise* Red. Sort of. (It's that what-do-you-call-it...*searches for box*...L'oreal Natural Match stuff, so out of direct light it's not much darker than my real color. In the light, though...yay, red!) My mother hates it, of course. She came home from work, and there I was, reading Harry Potter with my red hair. It makes me feel absurdly rebellious. I come from a very socially conservative family; can you tell? Like I'd dyed it...I don't know...lime-green or something. (My sister, on the other hand, didn't even notice it, which kind of cracks me up.)

(On a side note, I blame you, drama_wench , for my motivation for doing this. ;) Your recent meme-thingy mentioning red hair was the kick in the ass I needed to actually do it...I've been in love with red hair and wanted it ever since I really got into *mumble*Titanic*mumble* but I still defend myself for liking that movie! Kate Winslet looked gorgeous with red hair, and I will always maintain those costumes are Made of Awesome...a few years back [and I had the Felicity doll when I was young too, hehe!], but never had the figurative balls to actually dye my hair. So, thank you, m'dear; even if everyone thinks my hair sucks now, at least I tried it!)

But I think I actually like it, and may keep it, so...*sticks tongue out at the haters* Nyah!

Also, I really do not think that, every time I come home, I need to be told just how useless a history degree is in any possible career field except teaching (I get that from the dental hygienists, thanks!), and then, when I say, okay, I'll get a teaching certification, am told that I should never and will never be a teacher. Okay. Fine. I guess I should just drop out now, then, and live on the streets?! What do they want me to say?! God.

(And just to spite them, maybe I'll keep the red hair forever. Nyah! Again!)

With what I daresay is a majority of my sanity intact. Always a good thing. Still icing my face and taking my Vicodin religiously, but I did go to my 12.30 class this afternoon. Nobody seemed to notice that my face bore any similarity to a small rodent's, even after I mentioned the teeth being taken out, so either they were all being incredibly polite, or my not-swelled-up face is fatter than I thought it was.

You know what, I don't think I want to know.

And now of course I'm behind on work (it's so easy to!) because all I did yesterday was watch A&E's Pride and Prejudice (and that thing is looong!) and complain. And eat one meal, sort of, because it's still no fun to eat.

That is all. Sewing content will resume shortly. (Hopefully.)

I have a nasty cold in the head and I DO NOT LIKE IT AT ALL. *scowl* I blame TCNJ; end of last semester I had a cold, then I went home and got over it and wasn't sick at all for a month; now I come back to this wretched place and I came down with a cold within a week. UNFAIR.

If it hadn't been only the second time I had these classes I wouldn't have gone. As it was, I figured that would look bad, and so instead was That Person That Everyone Hates sneezing and sniffling in the back of the class. Ugh. At least it's the weekend, which means I can sleep forever.

Blah, I tell you!

This does not inspire me to sew, BY THE WAY.

And my wisdom teeth are acting up again. They don't hurt a lot, just kind of ache a little. I hate the dentist lots, also, as I told my mother my wisdom teeth were annoying me over a month ago, and they wouldn't get me an appointment (not to get them out, but to see if they should be taken out! um, hai, I SAID THEY WERE ANNOYING ME, so, yes, GET THEM THE HELL OUT) until this coming Wednesday, the 28th.  (I know doctors etc. are always very busy, but I'm too grumpy to be reasonable.)

If these teeth continue to act up and I have to miss any school to get them out, I will be pissed, I tell you. Eff you, wisdom teeth.