I used to really use the hell out of this site. Now... I don't. I used to write down my actual feelings, and several times now I've done that... but came back a few hours later to private-lock them. I guess it's time to face facts: I'm not really the "share with the internet" sort of person anymore. I'm not comfortable with it at all ( Read more... )

In perfect sitcom build-up and tension-release: she just wants to be friends. And I'm okay with that. She had the decency to call me before I left, not wasting either of our time. And she was both kind and brief about it, so points there ( Read more... )

I had an amazing date last night. Lunch and a museum turned into lunch, a museum, and dinner. This, in turn, became lunch, a museum, dinner, and an hour and change on transportation to drive her home... a thinly disguised plot to spend more time with her, which would have been awkward if she weren't just as happy to spend that time with me. And in ( Read more... )

I cannot figure out how to do my homework. I've read the material in the book, I've read Wikipedia, I've even tried looking at topics that are remotely similar in the book. And I don't get it. I cannot figure out how to calculate one of the variables for the formulae I need to use ( Read more... )

I got asked that yesterday. And I answered, "Meh. Been playing a lot of ODST, I like it." A non-answer to the question. I'm good at that, these days. I segued into a discussion of video games, and the original question, earnest or not, was forgotten.

( In which our heroine deals with depression. )

I was running a Magic tournament on Friday, as I usually do. I've attracted a crowd of regulars, and slowly I've reached the point where I usually have two dozen players every week. It's usually fun, though it tests my patience every week having to deal with immature young straight boys making inappropriate comments ( Read more... )

I bought a new phone the day before yesterday, and I love it. I really love it. It's one of these, and the touch display is just plain fun. Not exactly new tech, but I've never really been an early adopter.

There's even a "good morning" ring tone that I set as my wake-up alarm. It's... perky. I used to wake up to Rage against the Machine, for god' ( Read more... )

( In which our heroine dreams. Cut for consideration. )

Really?

-Allison read it twice

Every time I watch Obama talk, I think I like him more. I don't know how to handle this "happiness with political figures" thing. Three months in and I still like the guy... what on earth were the last eight years for, if not developing a finely-honed sense of outrage that I can carry forward?

-Allison, perplexed