Traveling, traveling, leaving logic and reason
I have just a little sliver of power left on my iPod and I am reaching near panic at the thought of not having enough music to last me through my day.
The good news: I got enough sleep last night, so unlike yesterday, the chances of me yelling and flipping people off while walking across a busy intersection are very low. The bad news: I'm guilty. I'm guilty of laughing at other people's blogs, and not a good "ha ha ha!" sort of way. My two best friendgirls, Mrs. Sellner and Cuckoo, have joined me in the delightful hobby of finding blogs of people we went to high school with. It's weird, a group of people that we know from our graduating class all seem to have never left our home town, and seem to have not expanded beyond their core high school group. Instead of talking about who they're going to the next dance with, they talk about who's baby's Christening their going to. Now Mrs. Sellner, Cuckoo, and I have known each other for a long time, but at least when we get together we bring in different folks into the mix and we're always open to new people. We are friends but we aren't a clique.
I love that blogs are a great publishing equalizer - anybody can write about anything they want to, and that is great. I feel kind of bitchy, though, for laughing at other people's ramblings. I know that someone out there is reading what I write and thinking, "That Scarylibrarian just writes inane gibberish" ... but hell, at least it's funny (and occasionally informative) inane gibberish! Or so I'd like to think.
It's official: I'm going to Europe with TBF (The Boyfriend) in May and to Maui with Mrs. Seller and Cuckoo in August. I turned in my vacation request yesterday and I've started telling everybody about the trips. I can't wait to blog while I'm Europe. Any day you can inanely ramble on in a foreign country will be a good day. I'll be blogging from London, Paris, Northern Spain, and Portugal. I've already blogged a few times from Hawaii but this will be my first time visiting Maui so that'll be new. We'll be bringing a few cameras so I can work on my photography skills, and hopefully I'll be able to figure out how to post a few pictures here, so that you, lovely reader, can experience eating pain au chocolat in France and drinking Port in Portugal with me.
Have a wonderful day!
You can tell everybody that this is your song
I have blown my attempt to watch my caloric intake today. My downfall: Girlscout Lemon Cooler Cookies.
Ode to My Empty Box of Girlscout Lemon Cooler CookiesI think that pink is the new black
and Girl Scout cookies are laced with crack.It's official: I'm a wino. I bought a vacuum pump thingy that preserves open bottles of wine. I am now limiting myself to two glasses in one sitting. Hmmm, now that I think about it, I'd be more of a wino of I finished the bottles in one sitting and had no use for the vacuum pump.
The Wino's SongI bought a pump to save my wine
From disintegration; it gives me time
to drink a little every day
and here's where I'm afraid to say
I like to drink, I am a lush
So glad that these grapes have been crushed.
I wish I stayed asleep today
This morning's New York Times magazine and coffee setlist:
1. In between days/The Cure
2. Just like heaven/The Cure
3. Boys don't cry/The Cure
4. Mint car/The Cure
5. Pictures of you/The Cure
6. Close to me/The Cure
7. Friday I'm in love/The Cure
8. Lovecats/The Cure
9. Killing an Arab/The Cure
10. Love song/The Cure
You'll never see the end of the road when you're traveling with me
It's 1.) really late and 2.) raining outside and 3.) I've consumed three glasses of Sangiovese ... which is a lot for one little Scarylibrarian. When you are 5'2 (with heels on) and have the tolerance of an anorexic midget that's enough alcohol for either a really great revelation or drunken late night blogging. Mix in some acoustic Crowded House songs and voila! You are now fun
personified.
The dancing Gods were not on my side this weekend: The Black Assassin, Cuckoo, and I were going to Hot Pants, which is a lesbian (thespian?) 80's club but those plans were shot when my car refused to work. I wish I had discovered lesbian (thespian?) clubs earlier in my career as a dancing fool - those lesbians can PARTY. And, the greatest thing about the scene is that it's so non-threatening. It's nice to go dancing some place where you don't have to worry about boys grabbing yer ass, or looking at your boobs when you walk past them. Please, guys, I feel it's my civic duty to inform you that:
1. that move that you think is slick is not working. For example: the one where you just saunter up to a girl and start dancing with her without asking doesn't work. You know, the one where you post your self up against a wall and then wait for the opportune moment to sway both you and your bottle of beer through the crowd toward your target. You then wordlessly try to get into her comfort zone without asking her if it's cool it be there. Please just ask first. A simple, "Hey, is it okay if I dance with you?" will do.
2. that trying to make conversation is inane and useless. Don't ask for her life story while your dancing with her. It's too noisy and she doesn't want to tell you about how she hates her job or what she "does for fun." I use these opportunities to test my fiction abilities. Example:
Dancing boy with beer (DBWB): So, what do you do?
Scarylibrarian: I lay drywall.
DBWB: Oh really?
Scarylibrarian: Yup, but only when I can't find work as a mime.
Got three more rejection letters, but one was actually good! An assitant editor emailed me and actually mentioned the topic before rejecting it instead of just sending me a form letter. At least the quality of rejection is improving. Must remember that Stephen King was rejected 300 times before someone said yes. Must keep believing that this can really, really, happen.
