pop quiz, hotshot

I begin my narrative of what I have been up to lately(that was non-stargate related, because checking back that's pretty much the only thing I've been posting about lately) with the fact that I got up at a reasonable hour this morning walked up to the framing place to put 2 posters in to get framed, then stopped off at a garage sale and bought 2 pieces of probably not very good quality crystal(cheap! but pretty!) and a spiffy little decorative ashtray(not that I smoke, see above, re: pretty). Score!

Around 1.30pm, Married Friend came by after finishing work and we went for a driving lesson! Her car was strange to get used to after learning solely on the driving school's car, but I got used to it and we tooled around for an hour before hitting the Westfield to buy another friend a bday present and have some lunch. I ordered a vanilla milkshake 'heavy on the vanilla' and felt very noir, until the guy came back with it and called it a 'double shot' and then I just felt pretentious. Got home four-ish and have been doing a whole lot of nothing much - watched the rest of the second season of West Wing and omg, Two Cathedrals, OMG. I would say that I had a tv-gasm, but that sounds rather tasteless.

Now New Hope is one telly, and while not my favourite(*cough*EMPIRE!*cough*), a slight pleasure is gained by watching it through a prequel filter and thinking about what a machiavellian bastard Obi-Wan can be at times. I watched the new long Episode III trailer this morning, and it looks like it wont suck too much, but I have much faith in the ability of George Lucas to fuck it up royally.

Going back to last week, I saw the Goodies (Still A)live in concert last Saturday. I didn't end up going to the pre-show yum cha gathering that was organised, and while I waited at the steps at Town Hall for people, reading astolat's Stargate:Atlantis story 'Transcendental', ( this part in fact )

When I heard a voice behind me say; "What's a F-15?" I turned to discover a dreadlocked man sitting immediately behind me looking over my shoulder at my palm.

Meelie: It's a plane, a jet.
Dreadlocked Guy: You know someone with a jet?
M: No, it's, uh, a story.
DG: Oh. See, I just saw you there reading and I know it's nosy, but I can't help wanting to see what other people are reading!
M: You're right. It's nosy.
::glares at him till he gets the idea and moves away::

Then I realised that the next sentence, immediately after the jet part ( was )
Um, yeah.

I was late for work this morning. By, oh, 3 HOURS. Because I am an idiot and when I went to bed last night, didn't put the alarm on all the way. If my alarm doesn't goes off in the morning, I don't wake up. So I sorta blearily looked at the clock, thinking, huh shouldn't the alarm have gone off by now and it was 10.30 and I freaked out. IT'S TUESDAY! screams my brain YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN AT WORK 2 HOURS AGO! and then I grab my mobile to find my work number and apologise profusely. The phone turns itself off. I turn it back on, and swear. a lot. and then as I'm looking for my number, it rings. It's work. Checking if I'm okay. Because I am a responsible person, they thought maybe something had happened to me. I apologise and say I will be there soon. I run around, throw clothes on, run out the door.

Luckily by the time I got in, nearly everyone was too busy to make fun of me beyond "Have a nice sleep in, did you?"

The really sad part is, this isn't the first time. At least I didn't think it was Saturday this time.


and then I was late for my driving lesson, for I forgot that we moved to forward from 6.30 to 6pm. Sigh. But my lesson went really well! My turning is much improved, and today I reverse parked successfully! 'if I had done it in a test I would have passed' successfully!