Monday, February 11, 2002
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All tired, just come back from a three day convention.
I'm not depressed! Though very, very tired. I my angsty car (ooh, that was weird, I'm writing down random bits of the song I'm listening to, I'll try again). Actually, I won't, too tired. Heh. Uh. Anyway.
The Con was funkacious. I just wish I wasn't so tired for it. Oh, and I just remembered that I have three 8:30am starts for Uni this semester... I'm going to have to stop going to bed at 5am. Because I'll have to be getting up at 6am. And that's Not Really Much Sleep. Bah. It sucks having too many interesting things going on at night. Hmm, hopefully everyone will get all boring next semester. Yay?
I danced really, really hard tonight... a local band claled Soul Aquarium closed at the after-con party, and my feet have been rubbed so much by the floor and my shoes that they are now completely smooth and shiny. And sore. I love dancing like that though. You're not yourself anymore, it's like acting. And the buzz lasts long after you stop.
*buzz*
What was weird is that in the last day and a half of the Con, this guy, let's call him Bob, was kinda (almost) cracking on to me (but not quite - I wasn't encouraging him enough to make him actually try, but you know...? Just being very friendly, more physical contact than usual when meeting a new person (like poking them randomly etc... other equally innocent but usually reserved for closer friends stuff) I mention this because he was really not the kind of guy that I'd think would be interested in me. Not the kind of guy who'd be called "Bob" for a start... It was just this weird kinda reality shift, like "Oh, I'm not just interesting to X and Y types of people."
Naturally my relationship status isn't going to change, it just gave me a slighty different perspective on myself, I guess.
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And I saw these relaly cute fluffy thingies called Shasta bugs, named after a girl I met called (gasp) Shasta. Her friend makes them... ugh. They were so fluffy and cute, I had the urge to say "pling!" every time I saw them (and I did). Now I gotta buy one. With that money stuff. And some for my friends too... aaaaaaa too cute make wendy go "pling!"
My teeth are still here. Which is really surprising, considering what I've been doing to them lately. I gotta cut down. Starting tomorrow. This is gunna hurt.
Now I go to eat dehydrated potato. Ahohoho.
l i n g l i n g l i n g l i n g l i n g
All tired, just come back from a three day convention.
I'm not depressed! Though very, very tired. I my angsty car (ooh, that was weird, I'm writing down random bits of the song I'm listening to, I'll try again). Actually, I won't, too tired. Heh. Uh. Anyway.
The Con was funkacious. I just wish I wasn't so tired for it. Oh, and I just remembered that I have three 8:30am starts for Uni this semester... I'm going to have to stop going to bed at 5am. Because I'll have to be getting up at 6am. And that's Not Really Much Sleep. Bah. It sucks having too many interesting things going on at night. Hmm, hopefully everyone will get all boring next semester. Yay?
I danced really, really hard tonight... a local band claled Soul Aquarium closed at the after-con party, and my feet have been rubbed so much by the floor and my shoes that they are now completely smooth and shiny. And sore. I love dancing like that though. You're not yourself anymore, it's like acting. And the buzz lasts long after you stop.
*buzz*
What was weird is that in the last day and a half of the Con, this guy, let's call him Bob, was kinda (almost) cracking on to me (but not quite - I wasn't encouraging him enough to make him actually try, but you know...? Just being very friendly, more physical contact than usual when meeting a new person (like poking them randomly etc... other equally innocent but usually reserved for closer friends stuff) I mention this because he was really not the kind of guy that I'd think would be interested in me. Not the kind of guy who'd be called "Bob" for a start... It was just this weird kinda reality shift, like "Oh, I'm not just interesting to X and Y types of people."
Naturally my relationship status isn't going to change, it just gave me a slighty different perspective on myself, I guess.
l i n g l i n g l i n g l i n g l i n g
And I saw these relaly cute fluffy thingies called Shasta bugs, named after a girl I met called (gasp) Shasta. Her friend makes them... ugh. They were so fluffy and cute, I had the urge to say "pling!" every time I saw them (and I did). Now I gotta buy one. With that money stuff. And some for my friends too... aaaaaaa too cute make wendy go "pling!"
My teeth are still here. Which is really surprising, considering what I've been doing to them lately. I gotta cut down. Starting tomorrow. This is gunna hurt.
Now I go to eat dehydrated potato. Ahohoho.
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