I was on the bus, and there was this prep school turn-out opposite me, I mean he looked private college instead of public college, and he was expensively and casually dressed, and I thought I caught a vibe of feigned nonchalance, in other words I kidded myself that he wanted me to notice him, and after a while some troubled and mildly conflicted looks crossed his brow, so I said to him, "You're the poster boy for behind-blue-eyes," which he conceded to, with a look of surprise, but it's ok-
I mean people hardly ever talk to people on the bus, especially with any level of boundary-crossing nonchalant honesty:
That was fun for me. And it felt like a set up.
When I was on the subway, our car was dripping water from the ceiling. It was dripping on a man who was standing near the sliding doors, and he never quite figured out: how he got wet. I just about lost it. What was water doing dripping from the ceiling anyway?
When Peter went all out of his way to take me on the boat tour just as the sun was setting, and treated me out for Thai, and made sure the roof was down on his cute car so I could look at the stars on our way back, I was pretty sure he liked me.
I stopped and turned around as he was following me, stopped and turned so that I was not more than six inches from his face. (Nothing.)
Oh well. More power to him.
Seems like I never shut up about this place.
I love my gym. When I sit down in one place, I can see people who take it seriously training in the ring. Then in front of me I can see people working on grappling, and further down I can see people improving on kickboxing. It's like my dream place, to sit there and watch all that. But it isn't a dream; it's real. I love the energy, and I like seeing people making themselves better and making people around them better; it's just a cool thing.
I haven't been there very much recently; but I wouldn't stay away without reason. I had some things in my professional life that needed to change, and I am working on changing them. I AM VERY BAD at transition - feels like it leeches the strength right out out, my will power caves some, and I retreat to what seems like a safer place, a place where I sleep a lot, see fewer people, and forget to do laundry.
The sleeping really is pathetic. I was supposed to go to an icecream social with folks from the gym, and it started at five-thirty. But I fell asleep mid-afternoon, and when I woke up, I had that sinking feeling associated with having missed something. Sure enough, the time was 6:10 PM.
I was scrambling around. I went to find a suit in my closet, and OH NO - one was at the cleaners, one I'd already worn to the first interview, and the rest were very dark and thick.
In addition, I'd worn my only pair of suit savvy shoes to the first interview. Imagine - only a short time to find a complete interview outfit.
I found a really smashing cute one. It was cheap polyester, but you had to look very closely at the seams to detect the (lack of) quality. The fit and look were so ON, and I was thrilled to have found it.
Then I went to the mall and bought some shoes on sale. It was still a splurge, but they were so great, and they went with the suit, and I expected to wear them all summer.
I really liked that outfit.
My mom successfully defended her thesis. (Go Mom!) I'm so proud. She's so sharp with academics.
I think God really blessed this book she wrote... It may even gain circulation as course material.
My dog barfed on the rug today. That was gross. There was nothing to do except clean it up, and throw it away, so I did. She is usually an outdoor dog. (She's indoors infrequently.) I felt badly that she threw up. I hope her digestion is doing better.
Yeah, I remember when I saw that David was looking for work and was happy that he saw something for $12 and I thought: holy mackerel, I'm overpaid...
Then I wanted him to put stuff on the Internet, like a donations box, like that guy who wrote Spybot did, so that he gets Paypal contributions from his loyal fans...
David and Frost could have fans for sure...
You know what else I'm a fan of? Demotivators.com
I laugh my butt off when I visit that site, and sometimes I order their products. Snarky cynics.