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"What are you doing tonight
I wish I could be a fly on your wall
Are you really alone
Still in your dreams
Why can't I bring you into my life
What would it take to make you see that I'm alive?"
-Clay Aikin, Invisible
NOTE: Part of this entry I wrote in Word around 5:50 this afternoon...
Speaking of which, just had to do a hell of a lot of reformatting to get this to look right. On LJ you can just switch fonts like you can with word, so I had edit the source code a bit... grrrr!
I just thought of something, I guess in a way today is my “Friday”. I mean, have a classes till 6:50 (in one right now, we’re on a break), and I have classes Tuesday and Wednesday, but I don’t have to work. So I guess that’s my weekend in a way. Luckily, Tuesday I only have one class, so that shouldn’t be too bad.
I’m a feeling a bit hungry… tempted to “celebrate” tonight. Course, for me, celebrate is always code word for “eat a lot of unhealthy stuff.” And if that was an every once and awhile thing, I guess it wouldn’t be so bad, but like an alcoholic with drink, I seem to find several reasons to “celebrate” in the course of things.
I don’t know, maybe I’ll try and stop by someplace slightly healthier than usual, like Subway or something…
Anyway, in other news, worked this morning, the young lady I had asked out was there. We got along I guess, didn’t really talk to0 much. At one point I asked her if she had had a good weekend and she said, “Yes.” I said, “Oh, really, what did you do?” She paused and said, “I don’t remember…” So, on reflex, I joked, “Oh, it must have been a real good weekend then, huh?”
I don’t know, she was a bit like, “No, not like that…” and I paused, not sure what else to say. Then I asked, “So, did you have another ball game?”
“Yeah,” she said, at this point heading towards another part of the store.
“Oh, who won?”
“They did.”
Well, I guess that cinches it… I mean, how can you “forget” over the weekend? Guess that’s her polite way of saying she didn’t want to talk to me about it.
I don’t know, it doesn’t make a lot of sense to me… I mean, on the one hand, trying to get her to talk to me about herself is like pulling teeth, and yet on the other she’s nice enough to me, even wished me a good day when we left work, so I don’t know what to think. Usually if someone isn’t interested in talking to me, they just don’t. Maybe she’s just trying to be polite…
It’s funny, at one point I was telling her I got a rejection letter from a publisher for my latest children’s book (I didn’t actually; it was just a lead up for a joke I like to tell.) And she said, “Well, keep trying; never give up.”
And at the point I couldn’t help but think that I should have said, “Yeah… hey, speaking of never giving up… have you given any thought to what I asked you a few weeks back?” But, I didn’t… instead I told her about the various “books” I’ve written for kids, like “You are Different and That Is Bad”, “The Boy Who Died From Eating His Vegetables”, “Momma Loves The Baby More Than You." and so on. She didn’t laugh, but she didn’t scowl at me either. My sense of humor is not for everyone, I guess.
There’s something else I haven’t really mention yet… I tell a lot jokes sometimes. I’ve always had a knack for memorizing jokes, and even entire comedy routines of comedians. Sometimes I approach it like, “Hey, I heard a good on the other day…” or something. And then other times, I tell it like a story, as though it really happened to me (although I think most people know when I’m being serious and when I’m just BSing).
I don't know.. you see, I've always been on to try and make others laugh. I was a bit of a ham and an attention hound as a kid, out-going, talking to anyone who'd listen that sort of thing. Then in Junior High it kind of became a survival mechanism, that is, people were less likely to pick on if I could keep them laughing. (Course, when I didn't feel telling jokes, they didn't want much to do with me.)
I guess the problem is now I'm stuck in this thing where I feel there's too much silence I just HAVE to say a joke or a funny story, find it difficult to just carry on a normal conversation. I mean, I try to do the whole Dale Carnegie thing, take a genuine interest in the other person, get people to talk about themselves, etc, etc, but it's hard, especially when I'm not given much to go with. Someone once said conversation is like playing tennis, the other person has got to hit some the balls back to you or else there's no game.
Feeling a bit drowsy, gonna try and work on some other stuff and then
I wish I could be a fly on your wall
Are you really alone
Still in your dreams
Why can't I bring you into my life
What would it take to make you see that I'm alive?"
-Clay Aikin, Invisible
NOTE: Part of this entry I wrote in Word around 5:50 this afternoon...
Speaking of which, just had to do a hell of a lot of reformatting to get this to look right. On LJ you can just switch fonts like you can with word, so I had edit the source code a bit... grrrr!
I just thought of something, I guess in a way today is my “Friday”. I mean, have a classes till 6:50 (in one right now, we’re on a break), and I have classes Tuesday and Wednesday, but I don’t have to work. So I guess that’s my weekend in a way. Luckily, Tuesday I only have one class, so that shouldn’t be too bad.
I’m a feeling a bit hungry… tempted to “celebrate” tonight. Course, for me, celebrate is always code word for “eat a lot of unhealthy stuff.” And if that was an every once and awhile thing, I guess it wouldn’t be so bad, but like an alcoholic with drink, I seem to find several reasons to “celebrate” in the course of things.
I don’t know, maybe I’ll try and stop by someplace slightly healthier than usual, like Subway or something…
Anyway, in other news, worked this morning, the young lady I had asked out was there. We got along I guess, didn’t really talk to0 much. At one point I asked her if she had had a good weekend and she said, “Yes.” I said, “Oh, really, what did you do?” She paused and said, “I don’t remember…” So, on reflex, I joked, “Oh, it must have been a real good weekend then, huh?”
I don’t know, she was a bit like, “No, not like that…” and I paused, not sure what else to say. Then I asked, “So, did you have another ball game?”
“Yeah,” she said, at this point heading towards another part of the store.
“Oh, who won?”
“They did.”
Well, I guess that cinches it… I mean, how can you “forget” over the weekend? Guess that’s her polite way of saying she didn’t want to talk to me about it.
I don’t know, it doesn’t make a lot of sense to me… I mean, on the one hand, trying to get her to talk to me about herself is like pulling teeth, and yet on the other she’s nice enough to me, even wished me a good day when we left work, so I don’t know what to think. Usually if someone isn’t interested in talking to me, they just don’t. Maybe she’s just trying to be polite…
It’s funny, at one point I was telling her I got a rejection letter from a publisher for my latest children’s book (I didn’t actually; it was just a lead up for a joke I like to tell.) And she said, “Well, keep trying; never give up.”
And at the point I couldn’t help but think that I should have said, “Yeah… hey, speaking of never giving up… have you given any thought to what I asked you a few weeks back?” But, I didn’t… instead I told her about the various “books” I’ve written for kids, like “You are Different and That Is Bad”, “The Boy Who Died From Eating His Vegetables”, “Momma Loves The Baby More Than You." and so on. She didn’t laugh, but she didn’t scowl at me either. My sense of humor is not for everyone, I guess.
There’s something else I haven’t really mention yet… I tell a lot jokes sometimes. I’ve always had a knack for memorizing jokes, and even entire comedy routines of comedians. Sometimes I approach it like, “Hey, I heard a good on the other day…” or something. And then other times, I tell it like a story, as though it really happened to me (although I think most people know when I’m being serious and when I’m just BSing).
I don't know.. you see, I've always been on to try and make others laugh. I was a bit of a ham and an attention hound as a kid, out-going, talking to anyone who'd listen that sort of thing. Then in Junior High it kind of became a survival mechanism, that is, people were less likely to pick on if I could keep them laughing. (Course, when I didn't feel telling jokes, they didn't want much to do with me.)
I guess the problem is now I'm stuck in this thing where I feel there's too much silence I just HAVE to say a joke or a funny story, find it difficult to just carry on a normal conversation. I mean, I try to do the whole Dale Carnegie thing, take a genuine interest in the other person, get people to talk about themselves, etc, etc, but it's hard, especially when I'm not given much to go with. Someone once said conversation is like playing tennis, the other person has got to hit some the balls back to you or else there's no game.
Feeling a bit drowsy, gonna try and work on some other stuff and then