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I got hit on my a cute lesbian couple while at work at the cash register two days ago. Two girls who walked in and kept giggling and playing eye contact games. It was flattering. One of them berated me for having my hat tipped so low that it hid my face, and tried to steal it. I didn't do much besides smile and blush furiously, and repeatedly explain that I wasn't allowed to take tips.
That work shift was also memorable because my manager kept sneaking up on me and then popping out and demanding that I say something. Which, of course, rendered me so flustered that I was speechless. I suppose it is nice of him to try to draw me out, but startling me is not the way to do it. My delicate nerves can not take it. I must resist the urge to beg to be left alone to fold napkins without having to look up at anybody.
Television shows that I am currently watching with Richard Hell: Six Feet Under, Project Runway, and Weeds. The first was at my recommendation, the second at his, and the third was just something we spontaneously picked up while roaming through Blockbuster.
I've already raved about Six Feet Under in this blog so I'll stick to describing the ones that I've just been introduced to. Though I must say that it cracks me up to see Richard Hell become so passionate about the various characters and story arcs in SFU.
Project Runway is amazing because it manages to make the fashion business suspenseful and thrilling and because it is full of hilarious and bitchy people. Tim Gunn is also my new hero, for maintaining a demeanor that screams refinement, taste, humor, and grace. He's possibly the most elegant man in the universe.
Effeminate male fashion designers and adorable Asian women are all endearing in some way, though I find myself wanting all of the other women on the show to die.
Nights spent making fun of the meltdowns of various contestants and discussing the garments while they are being paraded down the runway with Richard Hell are good nights.
I haven't gotten as into Weeds yet, having only watched two episodes, but it is promising. Silly and satirical and vaguely countercultural while still pandering to a few beautiful stereotypes. And, once in a while, thought provoking.
Last night the two of us went out to dinner with a girl from our school named Rachel Padding and her friend Molly. It was nice to socialize with new people, and I ended up really liking Rachel. The four of us ended up spending a lot of time trading Travis stories and making fun of him. This went past midnight and I realized that we were all sitting around making fun of Travis on his birthday, which both horrified and amused me greatly.
Yesterday was supposed to be the day of my epic fountain event. I'd persuaded some of my friends to come to downtown Silver Spring, don bathing suits, and frolic in the fountain that the toddlers usually play in. However, I ended up oversleeping, and was unable to get in touch with anyone. Then it started storming. Ah well. Perhaps some other day.
I was rather melancholy this morning, and felt choked up when listening to the first minute of a Hold Steady song that I've heard a hundred times before.
There are nights when I think that Sal Paradise was right
Boys and girls in America have such a sad time together
Sucking off each other at the demonstrations
Making sure their makeup's straight
Crushing one another with collossal expectations
Dependant, undisciplined, sleeping late
She was a really cool kisser but she wasn't all that strict of a Christian
She was a damn good dancer but she wasn't all that great of a girlfriend
I'd never made any connection before but all of the sudden it had an unbearable association with Mairead. What can I say? I still do miss her quite terribly at times. When we were going out she would fret about how little time we ended up spending with each other, and I agreed that that should change but also said that even when she wasn't there she was still a big part of my life, just because of the amount of time I spent thinking about her.
The same principle still appears to be at work.
Well, I have things to do and I've spent most of my day not doing them. Signing out now.
That work shift was also memorable because my manager kept sneaking up on me and then popping out and demanding that I say something. Which, of course, rendered me so flustered that I was speechless. I suppose it is nice of him to try to draw me out, but startling me is not the way to do it. My delicate nerves can not take it. I must resist the urge to beg to be left alone to fold napkins without having to look up at anybody.
Television shows that I am currently watching with Richard Hell: Six Feet Under, Project Runway, and Weeds. The first was at my recommendation, the second at his, and the third was just something we spontaneously picked up while roaming through Blockbuster.
I've already raved about Six Feet Under in this blog so I'll stick to describing the ones that I've just been introduced to. Though I must say that it cracks me up to see Richard Hell become so passionate about the various characters and story arcs in SFU.
Project Runway is amazing because it manages to make the fashion business suspenseful and thrilling and because it is full of hilarious and bitchy people. Tim Gunn is also my new hero, for maintaining a demeanor that screams refinement, taste, humor, and grace. He's possibly the most elegant man in the universe.
Effeminate male fashion designers and adorable Asian women are all endearing in some way, though I find myself wanting all of the other women on the show to die.
Nights spent making fun of the meltdowns of various contestants and discussing the garments while they are being paraded down the runway with Richard Hell are good nights.
I haven't gotten as into Weeds yet, having only watched two episodes, but it is promising. Silly and satirical and vaguely countercultural while still pandering to a few beautiful stereotypes. And, once in a while, thought provoking.
Last night the two of us went out to dinner with a girl from our school named Rachel Padding and her friend Molly. It was nice to socialize with new people, and I ended up really liking Rachel. The four of us ended up spending a lot of time trading Travis stories and making fun of him. This went past midnight and I realized that we were all sitting around making fun of Travis on his birthday, which both horrified and amused me greatly.
Yesterday was supposed to be the day of my epic fountain event. I'd persuaded some of my friends to come to downtown Silver Spring, don bathing suits, and frolic in the fountain that the toddlers usually play in. However, I ended up oversleeping, and was unable to get in touch with anyone. Then it started storming. Ah well. Perhaps some other day.
I was rather melancholy this morning, and felt choked up when listening to the first minute of a Hold Steady song that I've heard a hundred times before.
There are nights when I think that Sal Paradise was right
Boys and girls in America have such a sad time together
Sucking off each other at the demonstrations
Making sure their makeup's straight
Crushing one another with collossal expectations
Dependant, undisciplined, sleeping late
She was a really cool kisser but she wasn't all that strict of a Christian
She was a damn good dancer but she wasn't all that great of a girlfriend
I'd never made any connection before but all of the sudden it had an unbearable association with Mairead. What can I say? I still do miss her quite terribly at times. When we were going out she would fret about how little time we ended up spending with each other, and I agreed that that should change but also said that even when she wasn't there she was still a big part of my life, just because of the amount of time I spent thinking about her.
The same principle still appears to be at work.
Well, I have things to do and I've spent most of my day not doing them. Signing out now.