Sunday, September 28, 2008

All the men here have a price

Today has been fairly uneventful. I got up this morning, showered, and then called Uncle D to tell him he could come over. We went on a five-seven mile bike ride, in which I've concluded that biking to school and work may save me enough money to make it worth my while. The ride from my house to my work is short enough in minutes (about forty) that I would leave around the same time. The bike ride from my work to school is not much at all. It's just a matter of plotting the most bike-friendly and fastest routes to take. Most of the time those two criteria do not go hand in hand.

After I got home from this ride with Uncle D, which included him treating me to breakfast at a mighty fine establishment, I took a nap. A nap with the boyfriend which did not, in this particular case, include cuddling. Because it's still BLOODY HOT.

Every time we'd move in to snuggle each other we'd move away really quickly because we were both already sweating just from lying there.

After that I played City of Heroes for about two hours, while listening to the Presidential Debates. Which annoyed me. Really annoyed me. More on that later. After that, I helped edit the boyfriends paper for Philosophy class, which is titled "The Substitution Theorem, Frege, And Pizza". Now he's making me dinner. Delicious stir fry.

So! The debates.

In a nut shell, since I'm not one of those analytical people, I'll say this;

-Fuck McCain

-They both sounded like silly, arguing adolescents at some points, which was frustrating. The constant interrupting was both immature and disruptive since the person being interrupted would both rise up in retaliation and you could barely hear either of them.

-Fuck McCain! Obviously using scare-tactics through a lot of the debates, calling Obama on casting votes that he never did, dancing around questions instead of answering them straight up, taking comments out of context and just generally being a Republican asshole.

I'm going to listen to the debates again since multi-tasking is not one of my strong suits. I plan on listening again tonight to the debates, and then perhaps reading up on both of the candidates websites what their responses have been. So hopefully I'll have further, more intellectual insights into the debate. Possibly tomorrow.

Oh, and that whole $3 million dollars on a bear... Jesus. Where does McCain think we get the technology for so many life-saving innovations (as well as mind-numbing ones)?? Scientific research sometimes will not accomplish the goal that it set out to do, but it finds other interesting and mind-blowing things in the process. Obviously he doesn't do his research. And never, ever try and joke (I think he was joking? I hope?) when the audience isn't even supposed to respond to you. Makes you look like an ass. McCain; You looked like an ass.

That's all for now. Food has been cooked. I shall consume it.


Saturday, September 27, 2008

Millions of peaches, peaches for me

So today I had work for eight hours and as I was coming home on my bike ran into my friend James and his new girlfriend, who I'd never met before. They were on their way to my place for a pre-scheduled visit, and bearing three unreasonably large pizzas.

Aside from the fact that I had just got off from work and was therefore already weary of people and the heat, I put on a happy face and got to socializing. Mainly it's been the heat that is killing my mood to do much of anything. For two weeks I was able to wear a light jacket and long sleeves, but now I'm scouring my closet for shorts and spaghetti-straps, and wishing that I could get out of my very skin. It's somewhere between eighty and ninety every day, and it's consistent from about ten am to twelve am. In the early morning/morning hours, there is some reprive, but only by about fifteen degrees.

I want to go out driving with the windows down in the nighttime and look out the boyfriend's moonroof at the stars. We've found a road that seems to lead into a deep wilderness (for out here) up in the hills. It's frightening. When it comes to being scared in the dark in a car, I can rather enjoy myself. It's relaxing. Refreshing.

My friend James and his girlfriend left about ten minutes ago and now I'm browsing the internet looking for something to entertain me but not strain me. I'm even considering my game City Of Heroes to be too much activity at the moment.

So I'm off. My brain wants to stop working. I'm going to let it. Perhaps watch something that is not an idiotic movie*...

Since reading the Phillipa Gregory novel I've been craving a "pre-18th century" movie. I love the clothing and the general setting, and the stories tend to be good. I can only think of two that are in my collection, but... I'm going to stop talking about it since I don't wish to bore anyone. I already have. I can tell by that look on your face. :)



*Roommates put in "Superhero Movie". Yech.

Friday, September 26, 2008

I stole this from my 4th grade English class...

Ah, the stories of roommates, and the toils of moving in truckload after truckload... when the truckloads come one week apart.

We still do not have everything set up in our new place, though we've been here three weeks. Roommate #1 has a lot of furniture and other goodies at her old apartment, but she goes to work and school full time. The boyfriend and I have all of our things over, though we occasionally make trips to his parents house to pick up miscellaneous things. Stud finders, sheets, super glue, that sort of thing.

I'm still worried and fret over finances. I'm still telling myself "be calm". I'm reciting that prayer over and over in my head even though I have long since shed many of my Christian values, "God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change..." etc.

I am in love with my bookstore job, and I adore my new home. The home is more of a home then I've had in many, many years. The job is one that I look forward to spending time, though I have to check myself of the temptation to buy... oh, so many books.

I've already expanded my collection by approximately 9-12 books, though I get 50% off of an already discounted price, so my per-book total is usually something between $2-6, depending if I'm getting paperback or hardcover. That's less then your average meal, you know.

Ah, but it'll add up, and I know it will. I've only been able to fully justify about three of them. One is a coloring book (not colored in) that I had when I was a child, and two are books that are for and by writers/editors with advice to writers. I've been having what might be called, "A shit-storm level writers block".

The cats have settled in, I've settled in, the boyfriend and the roommates have settled in. We're having some growing pains, some, "Who the hell messed up the kitchen and didn't clean it up" pains. Some, "Why is there a trail of underwear down the hallway" pains, and some, "God damn it, I'm tired of eating Rice-a-Roni" pains.

Ah, all’s well. I'm reminding myself many times over that instant gratification is something of a myth, at least in this context. And that, also, this is a time in my life that I should and will be living much simpler then I really want to. Anyway, if I am given a load of extravagance and everything now, I don't think I'll ever learn to appreciate it later. Or some other mumbo-jumbo Zen-Buddhist crap.

No offense to the Zen-Buddhist people out there. Full respect to the Zen-Buddhists, yo.


I'm glad to have internet back as well. I feel more connected to the world, but I'm having trouble incorporating it into my life just now. I've gotten very used to curling up with a book for several hours. Now I'm questioning if what I was doing on the internet was so much more important than curling up with a book was.

I just finished reading, "The Other Boleyn Girl" by Phillipa Gregory. I really enjoyed it, and would like to read more by the author. I've told myself to limit the books to one a month, getting the next one mid to late October, and so on. While I was reading it was I was deaf to much else that was going on, and such heady distractions I must space out, so that an entire week of my life does not get sucked into the binding of those pages.

For now I'm not reading anything, though I keep picking up and playing with "The Audacity Of Hope" by Barack Obama, as well as "Contact" by Carl Sagan. Both I have found to be rather dry near the middle, and so I'm picking through them rather slowly right now. I would not generally have found Obama's book to be so, only that I've been following the campaign so closely (minus this last month) that I've heard most of what he speaks of in the book.

Tis all for now, I think. I can't think of anything else to write about save...

I've died my hair. Florescent pink.


P.S.- Pictures of hair later.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

I'm back! Kind of.

Hi there.

Wondered if I'd forgotten about you or forgotten to post?


Been in the process of moving, and I have been without internet connection for what seems like a year, but has only been... a month? Three weeks? An awfully long time.

Currently I'm having to drag the modem from the office down the hall into my room to hook up my computer to the interwebs, but I don't mind doing that for the sake of all involved, and so I can grasp my sanity yet again. I forget how much I use the internet until it is gone, and I feel like I'm living in a cave.

So here's to posting! Daily! Again.