Today's excursion

Today me and two friends went to Los Angeles into the Fashion/Fabric/Flower district at about 8th and Maple streets. We went for material - a friend of mine needed some for a Eucharistic procession canopy. That was fun to buy for - tassels and beautiful curtain fabric. Nice. I went to obtain material for some skirts I've been meaning to make. I got about 9 yards of fabric - mainly cottons and linen. The district was just blocks and blocks of little shops, somewhat dingy but positively bursting with everything you could ever want and/or need. Yeah, it was a dirty area with freaky people walking around (many piercings, clothing not intended per thier gender, dread locks on white ladies - which is always wrong. Just lots of freaks.) - but there were interesting and genuine merchants (like cute little Jewish guys in old suits - there was one that was totally sweet), and lots cheap fabric. Truth be told, after all that shopping I found it somewhat irritating that all the stuff I had brought home was still only clothing in potentia. Here's hoping I have the skill and the patience to actualize my purchases into something I can wear. :) And I am exhausted from all the walking around. *sigh* Oh well. At least I'm on break - because . . . .

. . . . I had my Don Rags this week.

Definition-
Don Rags: our form of midterm. It's where all your tutors get together in a room and talk about you behind your back right in front of your face.

They really didn't have a whole lot to say to me, actually. I guess I've been doing pretty well. Mr. B and Mr. F just told me to hang in there and stay active in discussion. I'll do my best to follow their advice.

Oh yeah - definitely wasn't as tragic as 1st semester of freshman year:

Mr. R: "Miss . . . is wrong more often than anyone else in the class - but I intend that as a compliment, of course. I commend her for being able to open her mouth no matter what is going on in her head. I mean, we can correct her that way."

I felt SO complimented, I assure you. *roll of eyes*

There's a reason why Mr. R is not part of the PR committee. He's one of our oldest tutors and he is, after all, a rocket scientist (used to work for NASA) - he's cute in his own way but overall people just aren't his forte.

When planning today's expedition to the fabric district me and my friend realized that we needed a driver. (My friend has no licence - she never got around to it. I got my licence just a few months ago.) "You can drive now, right?" asks my friend. "Uuuh, only my '73 Dodge Dart, which doesn't have power breaks so the minute I brake a modern car I'm sure to give us both whiplash. And I really doubt I can handle the 101 and the 5." Talking to Obsession Number Two later on he told me he would physically restrain me if I tried to drive in California and if I made one false move to make him think that I was going to sneak off and do so he would find out what vehicle I would be using and let the air out of my tires. He says there is absolutely no way I'm driving in L.A.

Well, fine then.

In the end we got a guy friend of ours to drive us. Poor "Bryan". He was looking rather taxed by the end of the trip. We walked him all over the place, and SHOPPING, nonetheless, which is not a fave guy activity. But he did keep us from being harassed or mugged. I should write him a thank-you.

I should go work now. Only another hour left to do so. *whince* An hour can seem like a long time when you're really tired.

I love you all!
ME