December 31, 2003 :: 12:28 a.m.
small figures in a vast expanse
I stood outside in the mildly bitter cold for about 15 minutes just a little while ago, calling for Rufus. I thought he'd gotten outside when Pat came over to take Buddy to her place, since he's been trying to make an escape for the last three days. Usually he comes running when you call his name a few times, heralded by the jingling of the little bell on his collar. Well, there was no jingling. I was concerned. I don't like to leave him outside overnight, especially when it's cold. But I couldn't do much, so I just came inside and went about my business. Upstairs in my bedroom, what do I find? Rufus, curled up on the windowsill. The little bastard probably heard me calling and just chose to ignore me, since he is, as stated, a little bastard. But a charming, adorable bastard, apparently, because I could do nothing but pet him for a few minutes and then let him sleep.
I am weak and gushy in the face of fluffy cat love.
I went to Candylane tonight with Adam's family, which was fun. We went through the Chocolate World tour ride, out of respect for tradition and because you get free chocolate at the end. I've been on that thing so many times that I can't even remember it being new and exciting. It's a good time, though - there's a fake cow-bot named Bessy whose head moves around, and a "500 degree" roasting oven, and the Hershey Chocolate World jingle at the end. A few years ago they changed my favorite part, which upset me quite a bit. It was this big space-station-looking thing, full of blinking lights and buttons. A big Hershey kiss with arms, legs, blue eyes, and a smile stood atop it, doing his Very Important Business. It was very colorful and retro and fun. Well, now it's been replaced by a boring animated chart thing that illustrates one of the various stages of chocolate production. It's like a flow-chart. It's also an incredibly downgrade. The Hershey kiss who used to man the blinking light pad is now holding an empty clipboard and a pen, eternally bending over a conveyer belt full of plastic Hershey kisses to observe something that he never writes down on his no paper. It's just not the same.
BUT! They did give out samples of the new S'mores bar instead of the usual Hershey bar, which was very exciting. I love the S'mores bar with all my little heart, so receiving a free mini-bar was excellent. Of course, I already had a full-sized S'mores bar in my pocket to consume while tromping around Candylane, but still. I ended up giving my mini-bar to Adam's mom, who has never tried to S'mores bar and thus had to taste one immediately. Seriously, they rock. Try one. Now. Do it.
We saw the reindeer, went on the Skyview ride, and ate Boardwalk Fries. The fries were not a part of my plan, but the smell was just so tempting. They've been fucking with the Boardwalk Formula, though, which does not please me at all. Where are the salty, soft fries with the skins still showing that I remember? These were like triple-fried and definitely less satisfying. Boardwalk, why must you toy with my heart like this? It's just cruel, is what it is.
It is now technically New Year's Eve. I do not traditionally like New Year's Eve. It's depressing. But Adam will be sleeping over, so it won't be so bad. I think there may be new and interesting foodstuffs involved, because I'm feeling the need to cook something that's not plain spaghetti or a grilled cheese sandwich. Hrm. I don't know what we'll do otherwise, but I can tell you that there will definitely be no resolutions. Resolutions are stupid. They never amount to anything. If you really want to do something, why must you declare it so it at the beginning of the new year, all puffed-up and full of bravado, as opposed to just getting off your ass and doing it simply for the sake of doing it? Resolutions are cop-outs. Boo to resolutions.
Okay, I have to get up early-ish to take my grandma to the grocery store, so I'm going to head off to bed. Or maybe I'll work on my thank you cards for a while and then sleep. Either way, it's end o' the entry time. Ciao.
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