Thanks guys! I love sewing much more than I thought I ever would.

I acutally got a vintage pattern this week. I think it's from about 1952-53 based on the fullness of the skirt and the lines of the bodice. I'll have to make it bigger than the pattern though.

On the pattern, a size 18 has measurements of bust 36, waist 30, hips 39 none of which I am anywhere near.

Nice to know that 50 years ago I was stilla fat ass.

Oh, I didn't just *look* like ass that morning; I had become one with all that embodies ass-ness.

Aw, you were adorable in that "reminding me of my Stepmother" way.

While I, in general, approve of my body waking itself up around 8, I am not sure that it should when I went to bed after 2. Still, I suppose it's more sleep than I have had many nights. *clutches coffee*

You have a minion now! Make her go get you something!!!!!

So, I'm thinking maybe an inverted bob: [link] [link], but with bangs.

I've been thinking the same thing, actually. Maybe this weekend. I'm well into yeti land right now.

Other than a certain train platform in Chicago once upon a time I concurr.

Unless she was mooning you, I still say unpossible.

Hee. That was quite a morning. Or afternoon, really.

Suzi, I'd say no to the SS on your transcript just on GP.

Teppy! I need your snail mail addy. Could you email it to me?

Sure -- profile addy good?

Hee. That was quite a morning. Or afternoon, really

Yeah, I suppose that was technically afternoon. Heh.

Fuck fuck fuck. I slept through my alarm. Missed teaching two classes.

I cannot deal with with. I have no idea how I'm supposed to deal with this. There's nothing in the TA training course for "Missed course through totally idiocy, two weeks in a row." (Though the one I slept thorugh last week was the Tuesday one, not the Monday ones, so at least it's not the same kids two weeks in a row.)

Thanks for all the girl wishes, guys. It's been helpful. I'm not really super broken up about it - I didn't have the opportunity to actually get to know her that well, really. It's just a shame that a potential possibility has to get missed. Even though it happens all the time.

I'm already back on the horse, though. Sent out four OKCupid messages this morning. I can do... something useful even when I'm home sick, apparently.

ETA: Shit, Hil, I'm sorry. That sucks.

I always find it weird when people (generally from America, I've found) call themselves 'Irish' or Italian'.

Often when it comes up that I'm half-French, most people ask what the other half is--when I say American, they get all confused.

But, like Kristin, I identify myself first and foremost as a New Englander since I was raised with that ethic, despite where my parents/grandparents were from.

I want Aimee to come over and sew with me!

Oh how I wish I had time for a long post on Southern identity! Alas, I am already behind this morning. Short version: We are deeply fucked up and that's why I love us.

ION, Leif Garrett was on the Today Show this morning.

He was wearing eyeliner. I choose to take credit for that.