"Ya like ice?"
I had this aching in my being last night about how I've neglected this LJ. This journal has such a rich history, and is essentially my own private time capsule. I'm just remembering the joy and excitement I felt when I found out I had a date for the senior prom. How juvenile, but adorable and historic in some sense. I remember being so excited and actually thinking, nay, saying "I can't wait to put this in my LJ!!!" It was a daily excerise, an outpouring of ideas and thoughts and gripes and frustrations. A lot of procrastination has been done on this journal, too. And I want there to be more to this LJ again. Maybe that should be my New Year's Resolution, but as soon as you make a commitment to something, it takes on a different dimension and you look for ways to avoid the responsibility. Or at least I do. Human flaw.
Speaking of human flaws, working at a library brings into contact with me some interesting characters. SOme I can't stand and wish to jab their fingers with ballpoint pens until they just can't stand anymore of the infection and pain. Other people actually come in to see ME and my co-worker. We call them our "Friday Friends." Every Friday like clockwork (usually) we have a battery of patrons who come in to chew the fat, take out only new things, or ask us "Do these have subtitles?" Here's a clue: They are called FOREIGN and Independent Films... key word there is foreign. What the hell do you think?
But there's this one lady who comes in and drops off "Tim," our horrible student aide who is retarded I am convinced. "Auntie Ria" Tim calls her, and Auntie DiahrRIA thinks it's ok to waltz in at ONE MINUTE to close on a Saturday and ask Tim too look up a shitload of stuff. SO a few Saturdays ago I was very passive aggressive and said loudly enough so that fucking Auntie Ria would hear 'I think it's fucking RUDE to take up time like that at the end of the day.' I haven't gotten in trouble yet, but things will be awkward when I see fucking Auntie Ria.
Auntie Ria is also a fucking loser. She thinks she's this sexy vampire chick. But in actuality she is a lanky 55 year old thing, a total geek in the bad way. Her email is sexyvampire@gmail.com or something horrible like that. She's always giving us vampire smut books. And I'm like "I don't even want to think about what this bitch must be thinking when she reads these terrible tomes."
I HATE vampirs. Lycans, Carpathians, FUCK YOU. WHenever I even hear the word "lycans" I think "lichens" like the moss group that grows on trees. I am defaulted to nature, not the fantasy world. I prefer non-fiction anyday to a story of love and bonding. Which is why it's odd that I'm reading The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd. Totally not my regular style of reading. BUt so far I am really enjoying the story. It's brough tears to mine eyes, but so far I've been able to maintain my female emotions. GOlly I"m ever so sensitive...
What else can I gripe about...you know, and this shocks me, I actually FEEL like doing my work. I am processing and cataloging 14 new movies my boss picked up. Out of all of them, the only one I'm interested in is 21. The rest of the lot looks pretty scrappy. But we did get "Are We There Yet?" with his majesty Iced Cube. THAT is some goooood movie watchin. *shudder*
Anyway sexxy readers, I may update again later. I had a rambling monologue about how I hate people who don';t want other people to be happy- like people who oppose gay marriage. Just because you're an Xtian doesn't mean the whole fucking country has to follow your dogma and set of rules. And if God said he's against homosexuality, he also is against eating a good meal and then fucking afterwards. So God is really fighting a losing battle with the world. We want to do what we want to do. Free Will has never been more prevalent. I for one don't hate the good Lord, I love the cosmic being that I depend on in hard times. But that's another place for problems. Liberals who hat Xtians. That's just creating another border fence of hate. What the hell? Can't we all just get along? If everyone would just smoke a joint I think we'd have a better perspective on things. At least that's what smoking does for me.
Well, I don't mean for this to turn into a political rant. I'm not good at that. As much as I love Hunter THompson's work, I myself don't posses such vim and vigor lately. The hate just stews inside me and comes out when I pick scabs and pull out hair. Go mental illness. Three Cheers for the Brain.
*****Urgent Update******
A man and woman just brough in two huge boxes of GORGEOUS art books!!!! The one on Georgie O'Keefe is fucking mindblowing and gigantic. Picasso! Oh man, tons of awesome stuff I have to go fondle and pillage. Untill next time, maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, this Crumb Bum is signing off.
Speaking of human flaws, working at a library brings into contact with me some interesting characters. SOme I can't stand and wish to jab their fingers with ballpoint pens until they just can't stand anymore of the infection and pain. Other people actually come in to see ME and my co-worker. We call them our "Friday Friends." Every Friday like clockwork (usually) we have a battery of patrons who come in to chew the fat, take out only new things, or ask us "Do these have subtitles?" Here's a clue: They are called FOREIGN and Independent Films... key word there is foreign. What the hell do you think?
But there's this one lady who comes in and drops off "Tim," our horrible student aide who is retarded I am convinced. "Auntie Ria" Tim calls her, and Auntie DiahrRIA thinks it's ok to waltz in at ONE MINUTE to close on a Saturday and ask Tim too look up a shitload of stuff. SO a few Saturdays ago I was very passive aggressive and said loudly enough so that fucking Auntie Ria would hear 'I think it's fucking RUDE to take up time like that at the end of the day.' I haven't gotten in trouble yet, but things will be awkward when I see fucking Auntie Ria.
Auntie Ria is also a fucking loser. She thinks she's this sexy vampire chick. But in actuality she is a lanky 55 year old thing, a total geek in the bad way. Her email is sexyvampire@gmail.com or something horrible like that. She's always giving us vampire smut books. And I'm like "I don't even want to think about what this bitch must be thinking when she reads these terrible tomes."
I HATE vampirs. Lycans, Carpathians, FUCK YOU. WHenever I even hear the word "lycans" I think "lichens" like the moss group that grows on trees. I am defaulted to nature, not the fantasy world. I prefer non-fiction anyday to a story of love and bonding. Which is why it's odd that I'm reading The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd. Totally not my regular style of reading. BUt so far I am really enjoying the story. It's brough tears to mine eyes, but so far I've been able to maintain my female emotions. GOlly I"m ever so sensitive...
What else can I gripe about...you know, and this shocks me, I actually FEEL like doing my work. I am processing and cataloging 14 new movies my boss picked up. Out of all of them, the only one I'm interested in is 21. The rest of the lot looks pretty scrappy. But we did get "Are We There Yet?" with his majesty Iced Cube. THAT is some goooood movie watchin. *shudder*
Anyway sexxy readers, I may update again later. I had a rambling monologue about how I hate people who don';t want other people to be happy- like people who oppose gay marriage. Just because you're an Xtian doesn't mean the whole fucking country has to follow your dogma and set of rules. And if God said he's against homosexuality, he also is against eating a good meal and then fucking afterwards. So God is really fighting a losing battle with the world. We want to do what we want to do. Free Will has never been more prevalent. I for one don't hate the good Lord, I love the cosmic being that I depend on in hard times. But that's another place for problems. Liberals who hat Xtians. That's just creating another border fence of hate. What the hell? Can't we all just get along? If everyone would just smoke a joint I think we'd have a better perspective on things. At least that's what smoking does for me.
Well, I don't mean for this to turn into a political rant. I'm not good at that. As much as I love Hunter THompson's work, I myself don't posses such vim and vigor lately. The hate just stews inside me and comes out when I pick scabs and pull out hair. Go mental illness. Three Cheers for the Brain.
*****Urgent Update******
A man and woman just brough in two huge boxes of GORGEOUS art books!!!! The one on Georgie O'Keefe is fucking mindblowing and gigantic. Picasso! Oh man, tons of awesome stuff I have to go fondle and pillage. Untill next time, maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, this Crumb Bum is signing off.