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So, the latest in Hannah's saga of... saga-ness. Yeah.
I have been a busy little bee, although at least this weekend was busy in a way I found enjoyable - meaning that although I did homework, it was all good. I also got a lot of writing done on the long and winding novel of DOOM, which will hopefully live up to its epithet soon if I keep writing on weekends.
Saturday I went to a Midtown Dickens concert! Well, technically it was a Benefit Concert for the Coalition to Un-Chain Dogs (a most worthy organization, of course, although I really did go entirely for the music). Most of the music was godawful horrid incredibly pathetic stuff, and the dance was beyond uninspiring. I got to juggle me sticks for a couple hours though, and this woman took some pictures of me and said she'd put them on her blog. I can't find her blog. Presumably emailing would be a good plan, come to think of it. She did give me her card. So that's cool. And the Midtown Dickens are really awesome, awesome enough that I actually wanted a shirt of them. Which reminds me - do the Cranberries, dis-band-ed (ow, that's a bad pun, but w/e) still have shirts? Because if they do, I'm totally there. Being a Cranberries fanatic. But back to the Midtown Dickens.
They're playing this Friday at the Cat's Cradle, which is a bar in Carrboro. I really want to go, especially because it's an album release party for the band Lost in the Trees, which I /also/ really like. I haven't heard them play yet, but I followed a couple MySpace links. They're very interesting. Anyway, that's what I want to do, but I have a problem, which is that I am all of 19 years old and I think that the Cat's Cradle has got a policy on that. I emailed off looking for answers, but no joy so far.
Meanwhile, my job at SRI looks to be hanging by a thread. Everyone's incredibly tense there, for reasons which shall go unstated because they might be confidential, and if they feel tense enough they might just send me off sharply. I wouldn't be surprised. I have been taking action, therefore, and have applied for a job as a front-desk-y person at a cupcake bakery. There might be cupcake eating involved, see, and as an avid baker with retail experience, I'm quite qualified. And I have my own car, weak as it might be, which could be a big check mark in the column of my favor. The bakery's going to be close to UNC, too, so I could be more involved with events on campus, which would be nice. They might even let me park there, which would be a joyful thing, given that Monday nights are going to be a problem.
You see, bus service stops coming regularly at eight. It's only about a half mile to where I parked my car, but it's a no-walky kind of place, full of trees and sparse streetlights and Stranger Danger. My dad says I ought to walk, but you know, his memories of Chapel Hill are from when I was quite young. A girl was murdered at the university a while back, and we keep getting emails about armed robberies. It's not like I carry anything particularly valuable (besides my laptop, which is insured, although I really don't want it to go away unless I have it backed up, and even then, although I have broken the left clicky from overenthusiastic clicking), but it just doesn't seem like a good idea. So, my class got out at 8:30, and I walked to the bus stop, and saw that the next bus was coming in 40 minutes.
Bus stop. 40 minutes? Does no one in my class have a car on campis? Odds were that /someone/ would, so I turned around and went back and accosted the first one I saw who looked like he might be headed car-wards. He was, which was /good/. Not so good was the fact that I had never actually exchanged any close conversation with this guy, but I'd learnt that he was a physical trainer who works in Durham and likes anime/manga and Visual Kei during class, so I figured that as people to ride with went, he was quite safe. Turns out he also likes Firefly, wants to watch Doctor Who, plays D&D, and is involved in Japan Club. Major: Asian Studies, Japanese focus. Minor: Creative writing. Which is eerily similar to my majors/minor... but anyway, someone who seems to be less likely on the whole to be an ax-murderer in disguise.
Had a nice chat with him, and although it ended up taking just as long to get to my car, at least I had someone to talk to. We kept running into his friends, see. They were nice and entertaining, although given my sleep deprivation, I don't think I fully appreciated them. I certainly can remember very little of what we talked about.
So yeah. That was good. And it looks like I've got a good project to work on for the presentation-ness, with another person I found interesting (who loves Doctor Who and Torchwood). It's cosplay. I don't really know anything about cosplay, but I didn't really know anything about the rest of the topics on the list either. Fanfiction, yes. I could've given a fantastic presentation on fanfiction, and the collective fandom consciousness, and etc. Cosplay - well, I can compare it to costuming in a wide variety of cultures and my hypotheses as to why people cosplay (beyond 'ooh, that's a pretty, I want one' which was always my rationale for Halloween, my Renn Faire dress, and both my capes). If anyone reads this who cosplays regularly, do drop me a line and tell me everything you know and your own personal motivations, ok?
Today was fairly uninteresting. I was out of it due to the cricket of doom, which decided it would be a fan-frickin'-tastic idea to move into the wall over my head and chirp at uneven intervals at 3 AM, waking me from a sound, desperately-needed sleep. I was getting to the no-motor-skills stage the night before! Didn't get back to sleep until 5 AM thanks to the damn cricket. It defeated me. I couldn't even sleep anywhere in my room. This house is also really short on squishy other-places-to-sleep. So, I went to Japanese, which I remember little of, except sitting up straight and Anne's penguin skating round in my head (thanks, Annie... now my brain has a 'line unavailable' image too). Took the bus to the car, chatting with Snead-san on the way because we take the same bus on TuTh. He's nice, although completely wrong about the relative merits of Doctor Who oldstyle vs. Doctor Who newstyle. Newstyle is so much better. Really. My MP3 player is probably on its last legs - it keeps having little spazz-outs where it randomly shuts down until I change the battery to one it likes, and it doesn't even display the little battery-low picture before zonking out. Eventually I got it working, though. I had to buy yogurt and etc (including detergent, because we were getting low and I like my clothes smelling like lavender and non-itchy, so I have to buy the detergent because my dad would just buy any old detergent and this detergent was on sale) and go to the bank before I got home. Then I ate one of the eggs I had boiled for breakfast but didn't have time to eat, and crashed for two hours.
That's me. How about you?
So, the latest in Hannah's saga of... saga-ness. Yeah.
I have been a busy little bee, although at least this weekend was busy in a way I found enjoyable - meaning that although I did homework, it was all good. I also got a lot of writing done on the long and winding novel of DOOM, which will hopefully live up to its epithet soon if I keep writing on weekends.
Saturday I went to a Midtown Dickens concert! Well, technically it was a Benefit Concert for the Coalition to Un-Chain Dogs (a most worthy organization, of course, although I really did go entirely for the music). Most of the music was godawful horrid incredibly pathetic stuff, and the dance was beyond uninspiring. I got to juggle me sticks for a couple hours though, and this woman took some pictures of me and said she'd put them on her blog. I can't find her blog. Presumably emailing would be a good plan, come to think of it. She did give me her card. So that's cool. And the Midtown Dickens are really awesome, awesome enough that I actually wanted a shirt of them. Which reminds me - do the Cranberries, dis-band-ed (ow, that's a bad pun, but w/e) still have shirts? Because if they do, I'm totally there. Being a Cranberries fanatic. But back to the Midtown Dickens.
They're playing this Friday at the Cat's Cradle, which is a bar in Carrboro. I really want to go, especially because it's an album release party for the band Lost in the Trees, which I /also/ really like. I haven't heard them play yet, but I followed a couple MySpace links. They're very interesting. Anyway, that's what I want to do, but I have a problem, which is that I am all of 19 years old and I think that the Cat's Cradle has got a policy on that. I emailed off looking for answers, but no joy so far.
Meanwhile, my job at SRI looks to be hanging by a thread. Everyone's incredibly tense there, for reasons which shall go unstated because they might be confidential, and if they feel tense enough they might just send me off sharply. I wouldn't be surprised. I have been taking action, therefore, and have applied for a job as a front-desk-y person at a cupcake bakery. There might be cupcake eating involved, see, and as an avid baker with retail experience, I'm quite qualified. And I have my own car, weak as it might be, which could be a big check mark in the column of my favor. The bakery's going to be close to UNC, too, so I could be more involved with events on campus, which would be nice. They might even let me park there, which would be a joyful thing, given that Monday nights are going to be a problem.
You see, bus service stops coming regularly at eight. It's only about a half mile to where I parked my car, but it's a no-walky kind of place, full of trees and sparse streetlights and Stranger Danger. My dad says I ought to walk, but you know, his memories of Chapel Hill are from when I was quite young. A girl was murdered at the university a while back, and we keep getting emails about armed robberies. It's not like I carry anything particularly valuable (besides my laptop, which is insured, although I really don't want it to go away unless I have it backed up, and even then, although I have broken the left clicky from overenthusiastic clicking), but it just doesn't seem like a good idea. So, my class got out at 8:30, and I walked to the bus stop, and saw that the next bus was coming in 40 minutes.
Bus stop. 40 minutes? Does no one in my class have a car on campis? Odds were that /someone/ would, so I turned around and went back and accosted the first one I saw who looked like he might be headed car-wards. He was, which was /good/. Not so good was the fact that I had never actually exchanged any close conversation with this guy, but I'd learnt that he was a physical trainer who works in Durham and likes anime/manga and Visual Kei during class, so I figured that as people to ride with went, he was quite safe. Turns out he also likes Firefly, wants to watch Doctor Who, plays D&D, and is involved in Japan Club. Major: Asian Studies, Japanese focus. Minor: Creative writing. Which is eerily similar to my majors/minor... but anyway, someone who seems to be less likely on the whole to be an ax-murderer in disguise.
Had a nice chat with him, and although it ended up taking just as long to get to my car, at least I had someone to talk to. We kept running into his friends, see. They were nice and entertaining, although given my sleep deprivation, I don't think I fully appreciated them. I certainly can remember very little of what we talked about.
So yeah. That was good. And it looks like I've got a good project to work on for the presentation-ness, with another person I found interesting (who loves Doctor Who and Torchwood). It's cosplay. I don't really know anything about cosplay, but I didn't really know anything about the rest of the topics on the list either. Fanfiction, yes. I could've given a fantastic presentation on fanfiction, and the collective fandom consciousness, and etc. Cosplay - well, I can compare it to costuming in a wide variety of cultures and my hypotheses as to why people cosplay (beyond 'ooh, that's a pretty, I want one' which was always my rationale for Halloween, my Renn Faire dress, and both my capes). If anyone reads this who cosplays regularly, do drop me a line and tell me everything you know and your own personal motivations, ok?
Today was fairly uninteresting. I was out of it due to the cricket of doom, which decided it would be a fan-frickin'-tastic idea to move into the wall over my head and chirp at uneven intervals at 3 AM, waking me from a sound, desperately-needed sleep. I was getting to the no-motor-skills stage the night before! Didn't get back to sleep until 5 AM thanks to the damn cricket. It defeated me. I couldn't even sleep anywhere in my room. This house is also really short on squishy other-places-to-sleep. So, I went to Japanese, which I remember little of, except sitting up straight and Anne's penguin skating round in my head (thanks, Annie... now my brain has a 'line unavailable' image too). Took the bus to the car, chatting with Snead-san on the way because we take the same bus on TuTh. He's nice, although completely wrong about the relative merits of Doctor Who oldstyle vs. Doctor Who newstyle. Newstyle is so much better. Really. My MP3 player is probably on its last legs - it keeps having little spazz-outs where it randomly shuts down until I change the battery to one it likes, and it doesn't even display the little battery-low picture before zonking out. Eventually I got it working, though. I had to buy yogurt and etc (including detergent, because we were getting low and I like my clothes smelling like lavender and non-itchy, so I have to buy the detergent because my dad would just buy any old detergent and this detergent was on sale) and go to the bank before I got home. Then I ate one of the eggs I had boiled for breakfast but didn't have time to eat, and crashed for two hours.
That's me. How about you?