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May. 12th, 2012 03:25 amAs I stare down at the remaining time left in my twenties, I am left to conclude I've passed the point where pulling all-nighters is at all an easy thing. I worked on a work project until six in the morning, went to sleep, got up again at nine in the morning, and have since spent the rest of the day gazing balefully all around in an unfocused sort of way at random objects and people. I gave the stinkeye to my printer for a good ten minutes.
I've been sort of halfway flirting through email with a guy I met at a wine tasting (we got into an argument about Harry Potter vs. Star Wars; it got loud real fast. I think we would have been asked to leave, except he was the guy actually pouring and running the wine tasting) and we've finally hit the point where he asked me out, and I've hit the point where I'm always, "Wait, what am I doing? Crap, physical interaction with emotions involved! Oh shit, what do I do next?" At which point I tend to flee or fake my own death or whatever's easiest. I'm not good with flirting.
The sad thing is, he asked if we wanted to watch the game together at a bar—and while normally I would consider this a fine first date, better than the usual Starbucks chat, I don't think I can stand to be around people tomorrow because the emotions will no doubt be all over the place, particularly people I want to make want to see me again. Win or lose, I doubt I would make a good impression on someone with all the yelling that would no doubt erupt, plus any hysterical weeping, dancing, bottle-smashing, gibbering, and/or fighting that might also occur. Plus, you know, the fact I wouldn't talk to him the entire time because I'd be watching and not wanting to focus on anything else.
So, no date tomorrow. Just game watching, on my couch, where I can sob or cheer as loudly as I please.
( Hockey yelling, though not so much with yelling because of aforementioned all-nighter. )
I took my car in for its yearly maintenance check. Apparently, there were mice in some filter in some part of the car. I don't even know. I didn't even know they could do that! What the fuck. WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME THAT A LARGE PORTION OF YOUR ADULT LIFE IS SPENT WORRYING OVER VARIOUS ANIMALS CAMPING OUT IN YOUR SHIT? It is seriously making me worry that all I have to look forward to is buying new appliances or household items and then freaking out about what wildlife is going to ruin them.
I've been sort of halfway flirting through email with a guy I met at a wine tasting (we got into an argument about Harry Potter vs. Star Wars; it got loud real fast. I think we would have been asked to leave, except he was the guy actually pouring and running the wine tasting) and we've finally hit the point where he asked me out, and I've hit the point where I'm always, "Wait, what am I doing? Crap, physical interaction with emotions involved! Oh shit, what do I do next?" At which point I tend to flee or fake my own death or whatever's easiest. I'm not good with flirting.
The sad thing is, he asked if we wanted to watch the game together at a bar—and while normally I would consider this a fine first date, better than the usual Starbucks chat, I don't think I can stand to be around people tomorrow because the emotions will no doubt be all over the place, particularly people I want to make want to see me again. Win or lose, I doubt I would make a good impression on someone with all the yelling that would no doubt erupt, plus any hysterical weeping, dancing, bottle-smashing, gibbering, and/or fighting that might also occur. Plus, you know, the fact I wouldn't talk to him the entire time because I'd be watching and not wanting to focus on anything else.
So, no date tomorrow. Just game watching, on my couch, where I can sob or cheer as loudly as I please.
( Hockey yelling, though not so much with yelling because of aforementioned all-nighter. )
I took my car in for its yearly maintenance check. Apparently, there were mice in some filter in some part of the car. I don't even know. I didn't even know they could do that! What the fuck. WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME THAT A LARGE PORTION OF YOUR ADULT LIFE IS SPENT WORRYING OVER VARIOUS ANIMALS CAMPING OUT IN YOUR SHIT? It is seriously making me worry that all I have to look forward to is buying new appliances or household items and then freaking out about what wildlife is going to ruin them.
