Pretty good weekend if I do say so myself.  Not what I had planned but still fun.    What did I do?  I hung around with my dad a lot.  Crazy huh?

   On saturday I had yoga in the morning which is obligatory.  I go on tuesday nights with Lauren and Auntie Anita and my mom, but on Saturday it's LISE TIME.  I get to sit around and reflect on life for an hour while learning to contort myself and push the limits of my muscles.  Sometimes its a highly masochostic hour, but the only way to get better is to keep doing it.   

   After yoga my dad picked me up and on the way home asked what I wanted to do with the rest of the day.  In my usual contrary way I said I didn't know, so he suggested walking somewhere.  Cool, says Lise.  So we went home so I could get out of my yoga clothes since it was kinda cold out and I needed something warmer.  I shit you not when I say I had NO clean pants, not even passably clean, so I ended up in a skirt and boots with a suede jacket, and you can bet your ass that none of them were JC Penney caliber. This is only significant because my father took one look at me and decided we were going to Park Avenue (probably one of my absolute favorite places) which works out great for both of us since that's both the best walking and the best shopping district in Orlando, sweet.  See what dressing nicely at all times can get you? 

   So we drove all the way up to winter park, near Rollins, and parked the car and walked.  This is one of the nicest areas in the city, it emulates a little bit of what you see in Europe.  There are trees everywhere and all the restaurants have open fronts (Paris anyone?).  He followed me into Gap and Lucky etc, his misfortune if he couldn't stand it, but we went in and looked at all the galleries and what nots too since we both love those.  A lot of what they sell is absolute junk, but some is very good.  I think my dad should put some stuff in these places.  There was some gift questing going on too, since my mom's birthday is coming up and so is Lauren's.  We took some pictures in the gardens (on park avenue one side of the street has stores and the other has parks and gardens), and then got lunch at panera.  He actually paid me a dollar to NOT eat all my chips.  See how evil my family is?  Urrgh.

   We went to that antique district too.  Where we parked I remember there used to be a comic book store, absolute archetypal nerd-central hangout, it was a really cool store.  But it's gone now.  And what's in it's place?  Something even better, it's a record store.  I said there was no way I wasn't going in there, and since it had sort of become Lise-Day my dad went with it.  It's a very cool place, it absolutely reeks of incense (you can get 100 sticks for $14, some had crazy names like "fizzy pop," and I swear that is EXACTLY what it smelled like.).   They buy, sell, and trade records, 8" and 12",  all types of music from all decades, Puccini and Liszt to stuff that came out last month.  Most of them were catalogged and grouped alphabetically like in all music stores, but then there were just huge random stacks of them everywhere.  They had a lot of old nostalgic toys and relics of pop culture on the walls and shelves for sale too, and tons and tons of old pins and stuff, most of it was really cheap.   It was a VERY nifty place, my dad liked it too.

   We went to Bed Bath and Beyond on the way home because my dad was looking for something, I forget what.  We looked at curtains too because I want to put one in my room, but they didnt really have what I was looking for.  My dad said I should just make them, and I might, but that would cost me more.  I'm told him I wanted to rip up my carpet and tile my floor, he said he'd help.  Probably because it has the potential to piss my mom off, but it's what I want  It fits my lifestyle better, I have a habit of doing things that are not carpet friendly in my room, painting, eatiing, etc, and it shows.  Now I just have to find my floor.  So yeah, it was a good day. 

Today I think I mostly just wrote.  Yes! I have discovered writing!  I cleaned my room a bit, then in the afternoon I found some paper and I started writing and continued doing that intermittently throughout the day.  I've found that writing doesnt suck when it's for fun.   Actually it gets addictive.  i generally got out about a page at a time, I think I did about ten pages on legal size college rule.  Now why can't I do this for essays?  Life is not fair.  So that was sunday, and it was fun too.  I stayed in my pajamas all day.