happy stuff, worrisome stuff, funny stuff, shiny stuff... just thoughts
I went to B&N for the first time all quarter yesterday and ordered a peppermint mocha frappuccino. The cashier asked me if I'd like to donate money for childrens' books and I said yes, and then selected an X-men book which earned me an amused expression. Did I not look the part, all dressed up like an intern? I don't know. But I do know that I grew up on X-men cartoons, MIDIs, and Star Wars, a hilarious fact I'd somehow completely forgotten until I ran into a childhood friend at the opera. Oh, what a strange little girl I was. Thank goodness I'm.... normal now.....
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The man at Starbuck's forgot to ask me whether or not I wanted whip cream on my drink. Normally I reject it, but since he just started putting it on there I figured I'd roll with it. This was a good idea, because to my surprise he added a drizzling of chocolate and sparkly red sugar on top of the fluff. The drink looked so festive and delicious that I literally giggled with delight when he handed it to me. I am beginning to think this is a bad habit, because people apparently get very disarmed by public displays of delight. And yet, perhaps it's a good thing if you like disarming people as much as I do...
Anyway, the drink put me in such a radiant mood that on my way out I doubled back just to get the door and hold it open for an old man. He issued a startled "Wow!" and then said "Thank you very much!" I flashed him a huge grin, continued to hold the door for an outgoing man, and then literally danced my way to the car. Private traditions are the best kind.
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This reminds me, have you seen that mutual funds commercial where everyone does good deeds for one another...? It always touches me. I think I could sit captivated in front of the TV and watch it on replay for hours. Not that that's a major feat... televisions still mesmerize me. So many sounds and colours and ideas crammed into one little box... *laughs* And I feel like watching Smallville now. I had a dream in which I was in it, and maybe Mike because it's his damn fault. What was going on? I have no idea. I was apparently a chick from Krypton... *embarrassed* Good thing I seem to have entirely forgotten the plot.
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One of Hina's favourite songs is "How to Save a Life" by the Fray. I like it too, but I'd always just liked it because I associated it with Hina and her particular method of coping. However, when it came in the car the other night and I was all by myself I started all-out singing, and it occurred to me that I could be (and might already be...) the girl in this song:
"Step one you say we need to talk. He walks, you say sit down it's just a talk.
He smiles politely back at you; you stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right, as he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
And you begin to wonder why you came.
Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend somewhere along in the bitterness.
And I would have stayed up with you all night had I known how to save a life.
Let him know that you know best 'cause after all you do know best.
Try to slip past his defense without granting innocence.
Lay down a list of what is wrong, the things you've told him all along
And pray to God he hears you
And pray to God he hears you."
The thought that I might have reached this point already is intolerable, and yet I can't help but feel like I am already struggling to my find my way home through so much bitterness. I wonder if I will make it... I pray to the gods I do.
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I don't know if I mentioned this, but I am writing to you on my NEW LAPTOP. It's big and beautiful and comfortable to use. We don't have wireless internet here but I am in my basement hooked up to the modem, happily typing away in the sleepy warmth of my childhood home. I'm going to go bed after this and it's not even midnight... so nice. I should try to get lots of sleep next week before the finals arrive. I feel like I will never quit being sleepy... I about died when I had to wake up at 9 today, even though I went to bed at midnight last night. :x
Anyway, if anyone has any advice as to what this beautiful laptop needs, let me know. I have discovered that IE7 is awesome and kick's Firefox's ass. I have also discovered that I have (and may be the only person ever to use) Microsoft Dancer and WinParty, which I assure you you will all be seeing next time you're around my shiny Inspiron.
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I felt this deserved its own thought segment: Gio got me two birthday presents this year. The first was a shrimp SUSHI PILLOW of excellent cuteness, comfort, and randomness, and the second was... a singing peanut. Sort of. You wouldn't understand it even if I wrote about it, but I will give you the following clues:
1) It originated deep in China.
2) The sounds it makes are controlled by a pink mushroom.
3) It involves, among other things, a salamander, a chicken, and a giant coackroach eating a fish.
Bet you wish you had one, too...
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From the George Carlin segment I just watched with my dad: "What do you call a female peacock? A peacunt!"
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I got an exciting idea for Christmas presents for my housemates. This endeavour may fail, as it potentially requires a great deal of talent. I have, however, finally selected the components with great care, such that if nothing else they will be pretty to look at. I hope I do not fail. Giving gifts is crazy fun.
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I'm going to go get ready for bed now. My bed here is so tiny my feet poke off the edge, but my mom got new blankets for it when I was gone so it is tantalizingly cuddly. Tomorrow will be a busy day of errands, paperwork, and homework... alas. At least I get to drive my mom's lovely Sonata, which makes me feel free.
Night!
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The man at Starbuck's forgot to ask me whether or not I wanted whip cream on my drink. Normally I reject it, but since he just started putting it on there I figured I'd roll with it. This was a good idea, because to my surprise he added a drizzling of chocolate and sparkly red sugar on top of the fluff. The drink looked so festive and delicious that I literally giggled with delight when he handed it to me. I am beginning to think this is a bad habit, because people apparently get very disarmed by public displays of delight. And yet, perhaps it's a good thing if you like disarming people as much as I do...
Anyway, the drink put me in such a radiant mood that on my way out I doubled back just to get the door and hold it open for an old man. He issued a startled "Wow!" and then said "Thank you very much!" I flashed him a huge grin, continued to hold the door for an outgoing man, and then literally danced my way to the car. Private traditions are the best kind.
===
This reminds me, have you seen that mutual funds commercial where everyone does good deeds for one another...? It always touches me. I think I could sit captivated in front of the TV and watch it on replay for hours. Not that that's a major feat... televisions still mesmerize me. So many sounds and colours and ideas crammed into one little box... *laughs* And I feel like watching Smallville now. I had a dream in which I was in it, and maybe Mike because it's his damn fault. What was going on? I have no idea. I was apparently a chick from Krypton... *embarrassed* Good thing I seem to have entirely forgotten the plot.
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One of Hina's favourite songs is "How to Save a Life" by the Fray. I like it too, but I'd always just liked it because I associated it with Hina and her particular method of coping. However, when it came in the car the other night and I was all by myself I started all-out singing, and it occurred to me that I could be (and might already be...) the girl in this song:
"Step one you say we need to talk. He walks, you say sit down it's just a talk.
He smiles politely back at you; you stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right, as he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
And you begin to wonder why you came.
Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend somewhere along in the bitterness.
And I would have stayed up with you all night had I known how to save a life.
Let him know that you know best 'cause after all you do know best.
Try to slip past his defense without granting innocence.
Lay down a list of what is wrong, the things you've told him all along
And pray to God he hears you
And pray to God he hears you."
The thought that I might have reached this point already is intolerable, and yet I can't help but feel like I am already struggling to my find my way home through so much bitterness. I wonder if I will make it... I pray to the gods I do.
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I don't know if I mentioned this, but I am writing to you on my NEW LAPTOP. It's big and beautiful and comfortable to use. We don't have wireless internet here but I am in my basement hooked up to the modem, happily typing away in the sleepy warmth of my childhood home. I'm going to go bed after this and it's not even midnight... so nice. I should try to get lots of sleep next week before the finals arrive. I feel like I will never quit being sleepy... I about died when I had to wake up at 9 today, even though I went to bed at midnight last night. :x
Anyway, if anyone has any advice as to what this beautiful laptop needs, let me know. I have discovered that IE7 is awesome and kick's Firefox's ass. I have also discovered that I have (and may be the only person ever to use) Microsoft Dancer and WinParty, which I assure you you will all be seeing next time you're around my shiny Inspiron.
===
I felt this deserved its own thought segment: Gio got me two birthday presents this year. The first was a shrimp SUSHI PILLOW of excellent cuteness, comfort, and randomness, and the second was... a singing peanut. Sort of. You wouldn't understand it even if I wrote about it, but I will give you the following clues:
1) It originated deep in China.
2) The sounds it makes are controlled by a pink mushroom.
3) It involves, among other things, a salamander, a chicken, and a giant coackroach eating a fish.
Bet you wish you had one, too...
===
From the George Carlin segment I just watched with my dad: "What do you call a female peacock? A peacunt!"
===
I got an exciting idea for Christmas presents for my housemates. This endeavour may fail, as it potentially requires a great deal of talent. I have, however, finally selected the components with great care, such that if nothing else they will be pretty to look at. I hope I do not fail. Giving gifts is crazy fun.
===
I'm going to go get ready for bed now. My bed here is so tiny my feet poke off the edge, but my mom got new blankets for it when I was gone so it is tantalizingly cuddly. Tomorrow will be a busy day of errands, paperwork, and homework... alas. At least I get to drive my mom's lovely Sonata, which makes me feel free.
Night!