So when I was on the metro home today, an ANGEL TRIED TO SPEAK TO US. AHAHA. I mean, okay, actually it was just the most horrifying feedback I've ever heard in my life, but it was seriously SO BAD that it made my entire head ring and I could feel my eardrums vibrating and I thought I'd go INSANE if it lasted ONE MOMENT LONGER. Everyone in my car was crouched down in their seats with their hands over their ears, and I was so hilariously prepared for the windows to shatter in, I am not even kidding, ahaha.
I have had a VERY EVENTFUL SEVERAL DAYS. Not anything particularly exciting, just a million different things going on and no time to actually finish anything that needs to get done. I went over to rewatch 501 with
auroradream on Friday night! WHICH actually came at a really great time, because my crazy Kenyan roommate, Dennis, wanted me to go to the airport to pick up his friend. I do not know Dennis, and also he probably stole my cake flour, and I REALLY do not know his strange friend, and also there are only two seats in my car due to the stuff I am storing in the back and just. Yeah. No. Like hell I'm going to let Dennis drive my car. THAT WAS NOT GOING TO HAPPEN. But I didn't want to be mean and just laugh in his face, so I was just like. I AM NOT GOING TO BE HERE TONIGHT WHOOPS SORRY. Luckily, I then actually was not here! YAY.
SO during my rewatch, I had
( Some more thoughts! )I don't think I mentioned it, but on Thursday I also watched
( The Vampire Diaries! )So anyway! Then on Saturday I spent the day with my girl
beckaandzac at the mall. She got a gorgeous dress for the WinCon Prom, and I tried on a bunch of clothes for the hell of it and pined because I have no money and can't afford to buy myself FOOD, let alone clothes I don't technically need in order to survive. AND YET! I then proceeded to buy myself a new duvet and duvet cover and pillow shams sodgindkfh because I have been desperately been needing them ever since I moved in. The disgusting comforter that came on the bed was DEPRESSING ME. I was SAD EVERY DAY BECAUSE IT WAS SO GROSS. I think I deserved some new bedding. :( Man, I love bedding. I wish it weren't so heinously expensive, though! Luckily Macy's was having their One Day Sale so I got the king-sized down duvet for $41 (!!!!!!) and the sheet/cover set for $70. They are AMAZING. Not fancy or all that interesting, but infinitely better than the old crap. I should take pictures, but there are piles of junk on my bed right now because I am trying to finish unpacking.
I DO HAVE A QUESTION, THOUGH! A semantics question. What do you call the down thing you put on a bed that you sleep under and snuggle up in?
Poll #1457672 That Thing On Your Bed!
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What do you call something that is down-filled that you put on your bed, usually not with a flat sheet, but instead with a cover of some sort? Please pick the word you are MOST LIKELY to use.
Please elaborate if "other" was your answer.
What do you call the cover you put over the down-filled thing on your bed?
Please elaborate if "other" was your answer.
I think I have deduced that Americans Are Weird, as usual, and do not call them a duvet and duvet cover like everyone else in the world.
SO YEAH. ANYWAY. Becka and I went to have sushi with her friends, which was SO YUMMY, and then we came back to my place to put my new bedding on my bed and give it a go. :D I have this crazy anal attitude towards my bedding, though, where I always want it to be TOTALLY AND COMPLETELY SPOTLESSLY CLEAN. Like, I wanted to wash the new stuff and the fitted sheet and pillowcases I already had so I could put it all on clean. I make people wash their feet before getting in my bed. Nothing can touch the underside of the duvet or the fitted sheet that is not sleepwear. I AM JUST PARTICULAR, OKAY. :(( Does anybody else have weirdo crazy idiosyncratic crap like that?? AM I ALONE IN THE WORLD? TELL ME YOU REFUSE TO TAKE A SHOWER WITHOUT PUTTING A TOWEL OVER THE MIRROR OR THAT YOU CAN'T DRIVE YOUR CAR WITHOUT TAKING YOUR SHOES OFF FIRST OR THAT YOU SOAK YOUR FLIP-FLOPS IN SOAPY WATER AFTER YOU GET HOME FROM WORK, PLEASE? (Those are not all things that I do, but I know people who do them!)
Anyway. So it was all very well and good until there was a knock on the door at SEVEN AM on Sunday morning. And we were like WTF? And it turned out to be Dennis's Kenyan friend he'd wanted me to go pick up on Friday, BARGING INTO OUR PEACEFUL SLUMBER. :( LAME. I had no idea who he was or anything, and Becka and I were like o.O??? as he asked me plaintively if I could drive Dennis's rental car back to where they got it, because he (Dennis's friend) was STILL DRUNK and could not do it himself. So because I am TRULY A SAINT, Becka and I ended up tumbling out of bed at an unholy hour and driving to the mall and sitting around on the sidewalk for half an hour while Dennis's friend disappeared and was basically just batshit crazy. We all had to take a cab back to my house, and Dennis's friend said he'd take us to breakfast to repay us, which was very nice. So I drove us to breakfast in my car after having to put the back seat back up, and we finally found out Dennis's friend's name and had lots of awkward conversation over our omelettes. :/ YEAH, I DON'T EVEN KNOW. We got back at like 10 AM and Becka and I spent the rest of the day in bed. HAH. TAKE THAT, WORLD. I REFUSE TO BE PRODUCTIVE WHEN I HAVE TO GET UP AT 7 AM ON A SUNDAY. It's just wrong.
Also, :(( Patrick Swayze. RIP, man. RIP.