Ah, adventures. Whatever will life bring next?

The latest escapade originated with Phil's discovery of an IKEA catalog. "Free Chair for first 100 in line!" it read. Phil, of course, thought this was the coolest thing ever (hey, you would to once you saw the chair), and immediately resolved to go early. He hunted me down, and convinced me to drive him there early Wednesday morning... then, I suggested how neat it would be if a bunch of moles all managed to get free identical chairs. His eyes practically lit up, and the next thing I know, he's sent an email to the moles list asking if anyone else wants to go. Hehehe, good old Phil. And even when some moles from the LA area pointed out that people would possibly camp out the night before, he was bent on getting a chair... even if it meant camping out in front of the store overnight.

So, of course, this is why 12-15 moles were camped out in front of IKEA beginning around 11:30/midnight. Talk about a fun time. ;) But hey, it's got to be the most ridiculous thing I've done recently. And it's definitely a funny memory. :)

Also, I have a comfy FREE IKEA chair. -grins- Come see it next year in room 8!
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Onto another topic - while googling a day ago, I ran across another quiz, relating you to a poet. Results?

You are Alfred Lord
Tennyson
You are very analytical and like to debate. You want truth and beauty. For you, it seems that every cloud has a silver lining. You believe it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

Take the Which Poet are You? Quiz - brought to you out of boredom and pretention!

Hm. As Tennyson is renowned for his Charge of the Light Brigade, and the Lady of Shalott (which I love, especially in Loreena McKennitt's musical version)... I'm not complaining. And I can say that I do believe it's better to have loved and lost than to have never known love, even though the prospect of loss still scares me. But nowadays I think that's a reasonable and manageable fear. -shrugs- After all, it seems to me that any love that remains strong with time is better than that which ends - the less pain, the better for all involved. But I think I've moved beyond expecting every love to be perfect, or thinking that love will conquer all problems. They won't, and it can't - my first relationship beat both of those ideas out of me (bet you never thought I was such a romantic, did you? ;) Yeah, I've changed a lot). But I'm not cynical or bitter about love anymore, mainly thanks to Sam. All things considered, I think it generally brings happiness and makes you re-evaluate yourself - and both of these are positive effects. And I can say that if this relationship ends (god forbid), I'll be awfully sad and upset - but I'm pretty sure I won't sink into serious depression again, and I certainly won't regret being with Sam. Before I began dating him, I learned to respect and like who I was, and I think that was one of my real problems earlier - I simply did not respect myself enough to stand up for what I believed, felt, etc. And I've learned so much in this relationship that I could not have learned on my own, both from him and from myself... in the end, I think I made the right decision, in taking a chance on him.

Anyway, enough expounding on my thoughts. Time for work.