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My roommate is moving from incredulous to thinking I'm insane as he keeps coming out around lunchtime as I'm starting in on another cob of corn. But, seriously: it's delicious, cheap, reasonably healthy and only takes 4 minutes to prepare. Of course I'm going to eat a lot of it!
I won my bet with Damian. He looked extremely extremely surprised and was attempting to subtly check under the bed to see if I'd just stowed all my mess there. I helped him out by raising the covers on the bed to display the lovely little craft-workspace and extra sleeping space I set up under there (for when Jenny comes visit). He said he didn't believe it was physically possible. NEVER BET AGAINST ME.
In other news of roommate smugness, Francis bought a draincleaning device off a tv commercial and set out to clean the drain without draino. FAIL. The two of them attempted to clean the drain for a while, while I suggested that wire hangers are better, and they were using the device wrong anyway, and was ignored. Finally, after a good long while of getting nowhere, they let me in with a wire hanger. 5-7 minutes later I had the crap out, with the drain working beautifully. I am very smug. I love it when guys get all caught up in the idea that they know how to do Guy Things, and really don't when I do. I grant, I would have been equally happy if I could have avoided drain cleaning, a task I'm not fond of, but still. My smugness is great.
Now I'm reading a couple of books at the library. They are rare, and therefore the library won't let me check them out, so I have to go to the library to read them. And I met a creepy old man on Saturday, who creeped and showed a willingness to follow me around the library, and informed me that he's there EVERY DAY if I want to get to know him better (NO! I DON"T!) He was generally creepy so in the end I told him I had to go meet a friend for a late lunch and went up to the children's department hoping Brett would be there so I could talk to him for a bit and seem to be meeting a friend. He was. Sounds like he's got a really interesting summer internship too.
I want to finish reading these books. And I do not want to run into this man. In point of fact, I don't want to run into any old men at all. I AM SO FUCKING SICK OF CREEPY OLD MEN IN THE LIBRARY! I mean, this one was particularly bothersome, usually they seem more harmless, but I'm sick of it. I would like no more old men to ever speak to me in the library again, because it seems inevitably to lead to creepiness! Seriously, is there, like, an old man fetish for young girls in a library??? I am a bibliophile! The library should be my haven, a safe place I can always go full of books! Libraries have been comforting safe havens for me since third grade (escape the dangers of recess with boys willing to gang up on me). I should not have to be constantly dealing with creepy old men every time I go to the damn library! DAMMIT! I dislike being torn between my strong desire to finish reading books I'm really enjoying and my strong desire to avoid like the plague a place where a creepy old man told me he would be.
My plan is this: wear baggy clothes and a baseball cap, be as inconspicuous as possible while waiting for the librarian to bring out the rare books from the rare books section, and then flee to the far corner of the children's department, where librarians watch adults with suspicion, and few adults ever go. Hopefully this will allow me to read in peace. I will just avoid book browsing for a while, making carefully planned excursions into the dangers of the stacks. If I walk along the back wall, pretty much no one will see me, right? And if any new men talk to me, I will play stupid and young, and mention my mother meeting me any minute now.
Bah.
I won my bet with Damian. He looked extremely extremely surprised and was attempting to subtly check under the bed to see if I'd just stowed all my mess there. I helped him out by raising the covers on the bed to display the lovely little craft-workspace and extra sleeping space I set up under there (for when Jenny comes visit). He said he didn't believe it was physically possible. NEVER BET AGAINST ME.
In other news of roommate smugness, Francis bought a draincleaning device off a tv commercial and set out to clean the drain without draino. FAIL. The two of them attempted to clean the drain for a while, while I suggested that wire hangers are better, and they were using the device wrong anyway, and was ignored. Finally, after a good long while of getting nowhere, they let me in with a wire hanger. 5-7 minutes later I had the crap out, with the drain working beautifully. I am very smug. I love it when guys get all caught up in the idea that they know how to do Guy Things, and really don't when I do. I grant, I would have been equally happy if I could have avoided drain cleaning, a task I'm not fond of, but still. My smugness is great.
Now I'm reading a couple of books at the library. They are rare, and therefore the library won't let me check them out, so I have to go to the library to read them. And I met a creepy old man on Saturday, who creeped and showed a willingness to follow me around the library, and informed me that he's there EVERY DAY if I want to get to know him better (NO! I DON"T!) He was generally creepy so in the end I told him I had to go meet a friend for a late lunch and went up to the children's department hoping Brett would be there so I could talk to him for a bit and seem to be meeting a friend. He was. Sounds like he's got a really interesting summer internship too.
I want to finish reading these books. And I do not want to run into this man. In point of fact, I don't want to run into any old men at all. I AM SO FUCKING SICK OF CREEPY OLD MEN IN THE LIBRARY! I mean, this one was particularly bothersome, usually they seem more harmless, but I'm sick of it. I would like no more old men to ever speak to me in the library again, because it seems inevitably to lead to creepiness! Seriously, is there, like, an old man fetish for young girls in a library??? I am a bibliophile! The library should be my haven, a safe place I can always go full of books! Libraries have been comforting safe havens for me since third grade (escape the dangers of recess with boys willing to gang up on me). I should not have to be constantly dealing with creepy old men every time I go to the damn library! DAMMIT! I dislike being torn between my strong desire to finish reading books I'm really enjoying and my strong desire to avoid like the plague a place where a creepy old man told me he would be.
My plan is this: wear baggy clothes and a baseball cap, be as inconspicuous as possible while waiting for the librarian to bring out the rare books from the rare books section, and then flee to the far corner of the children's department, where librarians watch adults with suspicion, and few adults ever go. Hopefully this will allow me to read in peace. I will just avoid book browsing for a while, making carefully planned excursions into the dangers of the stacks. If I walk along the back wall, pretty much no one will see me, right? And if any new men talk to me, I will play stupid and young, and mention my mother meeting me any minute now.
Bah.