cosmic_celery

Sometimes I focus so hard on the fact that I have no idea when people are flirting with me, that I forget to take into account the fact that I also have no idea when I'm flirting with other people. Last English class we were put into groups to talk over some specific questions. I got talking with a guy about the subject, and we were both interested in it. Really, nothing pleases me more than being able to have an intelligent conversation with somebody on my own level without having to go in and explain things. Then, he suddenly dropped mention of his wife into the conversation, and I noticed that I was leaning and speaking towards him rather than the the whole group (which was four people, one who left partway through). So...I toned down my enthusiasm a notch and leaned back. He didn't seem offended or standoffish or anything, so maybe I'm reading too much into it.

...also there was a sort of cute guy on my bus that seemed interesting (past tense because he was absent this past week), but how the hell do I know if I actually want to talk with people? Yes, the "well, just talk to them" answer seems obvious, but easier said than done for me.

Geeze, I haven't even talked about guys here in...well, quite a long time at least. I am interested in other people, I just don't like most of them, so I'm ill-prepared when I actually do like someone (or even if I'm just interested in talking with someone like with the guy in class). I'm not entirely socially awkward. I'm clever and (on the whole) don't say stupid things in front of people. If you pick the right subject, I will fascinate you until you're sick of talking with me. That's the plus. The downside is I'm an inexperienced geek that lives with her mom and has no license or job.

-Oh, and there's a seriously fucking creepy guy that takes my bus and was walking over and standing around me the other day. Do not want.

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And now it's time for a brief conversation with my body:

BODY: OH GOD WHAT'VE YOU DONE
ME: I just walked to the library...
BODY: THE FEET WE HAVE BLISTERS NOW WHAT KIND OF DEMON SOCKS WERE YOU WEARING
ME: Yeah, I guess the ribbing rubbed a little b-
BODY: DEMON SOCKS.

And thus ends a brief conversation with my body.

I indeed did take a walk to the library today, which was a four mile trip total, up and down a bit of hilly terrain. Considering I've been hermiting away the past few months, it was nice to get out and have a bit of a walk around. I bet I could do that walk once a week (socks permitting) and I'd end up in much better shape than I am now. ...and perhaps the cave-dweller pallor of my skin will warm up a bit. :\

At the library I snapped up Lieutenant Hornblower by C.S. Forester and a collection of H.P. Lovecraft stories. Today is double first initials day on my reading regimen, apparently. I've been wanting to read some of both of these, the Forester for pure entertainment reasons, and the Lovecraft because it seems references keep popping up to him everywhere I look, yet I haven't read a single story. So, yay books. They're due back on the 4th...which I'm writing here to remind myself.

It's not a very big library, and they've set up this digital system for checking out books, which I suppose could be convenient, but (and this is very strange coming from me) the transaction seemed lacking without a person behind it. You scan the bar codes from your card and the books you're checking out, press the screen to let it know you're finished, and then it prints up this little receipt...which is a continually annoying noise if you're just sitting around the library reading.

Are they going to be doing this in libraries everywhere now, or was it just this one?

Also, gosh, embarrassing: I had to get my card updated because the last time I used it was years ago. And then the friendly library staff had to help the old lady (me) figure out the CRAZY MODERN THINGAMAJIG. I'm usually all for automation and electronic ways of doing things, but somehow adding it into libraries seems odd. Libraries should be strange portals into the world of the past where you look up things on cards and someone holding a date-stamp checks out your books for you.

I also took a look by a vintage shop, which wasn't very good...and some big antique store that seemed to have some cool stuff. There was a three book set of Hornblower novels I might pick up later. ...and I won't be getting the cool, yellow, rotary telephone...even if it would be neat to have in my bedroom.

Not much to report on from the daily life of. I've been having a lovely time of hermiting myself away, especially since the weather's cooled off a bit and fall is coming on. Earlier this week I got a flu shot (for the regular flu, not the swine flu) so hopefully I won't end up getting sick this winter.

And I've organized the bookshelves in my room! They are now loosely categorized and not piled on top of piles. Though I seem to have mislaid my copy of Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead (I suspect it's under my bed), and I have two different paperback editions of Good Omens.

Speaking of...am I the only person who imagines Aziraphale and Crowley as early Fry and Laurie? I think someone suggested it to me a while ago and now it's stuck in my head.

The only other book I've got two of is because I've got it in German and in English. It's titled Die Blendung and Auto-da-fe, respectively. I'd say that the author (Elias Canetti) is one of my favorites, but I still haven't gotten through either of them. I have read through a book of his journals, which are absolutely wonderful.

I've got so much to read and here I find myself reading through Good Omens again. Well, it is a very good book.

( Pictures of my bookcases, because I am that sort of person: )

Shallow thoughts on Blakes 7 while I'm thinking about it:

-Up to Season 3 now.
-Apparently, bras cease to exist some time in the future. Better stock up.
-I liked the original Travis better. The second guy reminds me of Nicolas Cage and is often dressed up in what looks like leather wicker.
-Speaking of leather: Full leather outfits are nice, but probably not the best choice for stealth operations. Creak creak.

Edit because oh I forgot to mention! I made a twitter for Fitz. Follow him if that's your bag.

I've been sort of...horribly depressed this past week, and as a result I haven't been around much. So, sorry for that.

The Japanophile guy in my T'ai Chi class talked to me yesterday, despite my attempts at shooing him away with my mind. He started out with talking about how he visited his Grandfather the other day who's declining rapidly and will very probably die soon. Then he talked about how he helps at the x-box booth during Comic-Con and how he has some-or-other position online. And all of this conversation interspersed with declarations about how meeting people is hard for him and a large dose of self deprecation. I shook his cold hand and introduced myself. I do not remember his name.

Am I a total bitch to have no interest in talking to this guy? Some people might consider him less of a loser than I am, but I really have no interest in him or in any of his problems. Really, I find it difficult to like most people. I don't want to hang out with people who bore me and share none of my interests. I've done that before and I get very little out of it. This is also why I have no friends outside of the internet.

This week, I skipped a lot of my homework because I simply didn't feel up to doing much of anything, but I'll have to get around to doing at least some of it. I did, however, ask my mom about jobs at the casino and she talked to the guy who runs the restaurants and things...and I've submitted my application for both the hostess and busser positions. So maybe if he doesn't deem me worthy to stand around and make reservations, I can go around and clean up tables. Still haven't gotten a call for either of them, but we'll see.

Since my computer reformatting experience, I've run into one problem: I have no idea where the case for my Microsoft Office suite is, and it wants the key code. The last time I saw any of that was in the computer box...which is now inexplicably filled with my mother's papers. The customer service thing basically says "you're screwed" on the subject, so I'll have to tear my room apart and see if it somehow ended up here. I have no idea.

I've messed up my sleep schedule again, so I spent most of today asleep after being awake all last night. Also, I was highly productive and got tons done messed around with Windows Movie Maker and clips of Mark of the Rani. Our house guest is gone for now. she's gone to her mother's in Arizona and will probably be back in a month or so...and stay for who knows how long. Oh joy. But I have been relishing having the house more or less to myself again.

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Stealing a meme from oldstarnewshine:


1. Pick a number or two between 1 and 2040.
2. I'll find the corresponding track in my iTunes library.
3. Said track will be uploaded for your listening pleasure.
4. There is no four. Do it too! I wanna hear your music.