What Would I Wear?

My excuse: I have been busy.

Take yesterday, for example. Tuesday, in general, is a busy day: I spend the morning writing everything that I haven't written yet for Writing class, which begins at 3 and last until 6. A bunch of us from the class head over to La Salsa, in the basement of the student union, and have some dinner. Then we go to Brooke's Business class, in which we usually have a guest speaker and lasts from 5 to 7.

Greg, another GSPer, met up with us at La Salsa and told us the big news: a verdict was supposed to come in, but evidently there were two problems with announcing it. One was that some dork was giving the State of the Union address, and two was that the Brown family hadn't reached the courthouse yet. Helicopters were following their progress.

"Think class'll be cancelled?"

"So we can beat the traffic before the riots?"

"I'd like to get the night off, frankly."

We didn't get class off. And, of course, there weren't any riots (thank goodness -- I wasn't at all dressed for the occasion). Everyone in Los Angeles is exhausted by the whole damn OJ thing, only now they talk continually about how tired they are of it instead of the case itself.

What else have I been doing? Today I had Film History class, and we ended up watching a godawful film noirish movie from 1947 named The T-Men about treasury agents. Awful writing, awful acting, awful plot, awful and unstoppable voiceover telling us everything we were seeing. The only good line was Dana Andrews saying, "Have you ever gone into 10 Turkish baths looking for a man?" (I'm not explaining context.) Everyone hated it so much, we started MST3K type of comments.

After that, I headed over to Sherman Oaks to look at more properties. I guess I've looked at nine houses now and am getting an idea of what's out there in our price range and area. Darin's coming down this weekend to see if we're in sync about what we like, what we can afford, and so on. And also for some quality snuggling, but that's just a given.

We'll see. I may find out that Darin was expecting a charming little cottage for us and any small D-and-Ds on the way, and not these huge palaces (okay, some are real nice, some are just big) I've been looking at.

My writing teacher just bought a house, an older home in Santa Monica ("oh, a lot of money there," said the realtor). He said that he did price range creep too when he started looking. Doing our part for the economy, I guess.

On Monday...I remember now. I had terrible insomnia Sunday night and didn't fall asleep until 3 or 4, so I slept until 10 and got into Babylonian at 11. The place was still a zoo -- they weren't even close to being done with Scott Adams -- and we had to get ready for the AOL chats that evening. And Jeffrey's computer was being fussy. And John's computer wasn't working.

Guess what I spent the afternoon doing.

The two oddest moments were when I looked up and saw Z'ha'dum Death-Boy (a.k.a. Bruce Boxleitner) heading straight for me, because he was looking for a phone to take a call from his sweetie (who I assume was Melissa). He was dressed as Sheridan and had too much tan makeup on, but he's a babe in person. And taller than I expected. Everyone on this show is taller than I expected. I always expect TV people to be short.

The other odd moment was when a very sweet looking middle-aged man came into Jeffrey's office, looking to see if John was around. He stood there for a couple of seconds, exchanged whatever information he needed to with John, then left. It wasn't until he left that I realized that he was Londo Mollari. When I expressed my surprise to Jeffrey, he said, "What, you expected him to have the hair? You thought maybe I'd have the lens?" and he held his hand up in a circle over his forehead.

I got to Directing class on time Monday evening and I was as happy as I could be (given that I wasn't home, zoned out on the couch) -- when suddenly I got the headache from hell. It felt like someone stabbed me in the brain (a neat trick, considering there are no nerve endings in the brain). I lay down for a while, and then spent the rest of class either with my eyes closed or wearing Gonzo's sunglasses. I don't think it was a migraine, because there was no noise or lights -- just incredible pain. Think this could be a PMS thing?