Fast as I can
Sep. 23rd, 2003 08:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
silverfae9Evidently, they -do- turn the lights out on the Space Needle. Yes Jeff, I guess this means you get to do happy little gloating dances now. But I'm confused because the man said they turn out sometime after midnight and I -know- that I've been looking at it after midnight and I could still see it. So I'm at a loss.
It's getting closer to Halloween time, and this means it's getting closer to the second annual pumpkin carving party. I'm so serious.
I went to bed so early last night, I felt like a 3rd grader. I've gotten myself so stressed out (all of you be thankful right now that you're not girls) that I finally just exhausted myself, I think.
I've decided that I really need to start recording more faithfully my random encounters with strange people. I've not done too badly lately, but if I keep it up maybe I'll be able to see a pattern. Herewith:
I toddled off to the waterfront after work today like I do on the days when home is the last place I want to be. Standing at the railing, staring at the mountains, a man walks up next to me. "Good book?" I look down at my book sitting at my feet next to my purse. "Uh, yeah, good book." "What's it called?" "Anna Karenina." "Who's it by?" "Tolstoy." "Not english, is he?" This conversation is starting to sound familiar, and I almost expect him to tell me he likes Russians because they're small after I say "No, he's Russian."
"So, what are you doing down here?" "Oh, I'm just looking at the water." "What's a girl like you doing looking at the water all by herself?" "Girl like me?" "Oh, you know, well dressed, nice..." Well dressed? I look down...no, those are still my favorite jeans with the green paint on them and the thin, vaguely see-through pink t-shirt that I put on this morning. "I just got off of work."
"So...have a boyfriend?" "No." "Why not?" I'm tired of this particular line of questioning and so I deflect, "The subject hasn't come up recently. Why do you ask?" "Seems to me, girl like you should be worshipped." "Um, well, I'll keep that in mind." At this point I realize that the only place for this conversation to go is somewhere that I don't want it to, and also that any thinking I had planned on doing was not going to be done. I excuse myself with "well, I really must be going. I have a bus to catch," pick up my things, and walk as quickly as I can away.
I realized today that I have to start saving, since next year is going to be my year of traveling: Tampa in January to see my family, St. Augustine in April for graduation, Tampa again in May-ish for Sarah and Jesse's wedding, Canada in July for Matt and Tori's wedding, and then England in August for Val and Jude's wedding. Busy, busy.
It's getting closer to Halloween time, and this means it's getting closer to the second annual pumpkin carving party. I'm so serious.
I went to bed so early last night, I felt like a 3rd grader. I've gotten myself so stressed out (all of you be thankful right now that you're not girls) that I finally just exhausted myself, I think.
I've decided that I really need to start recording more faithfully my random encounters with strange people. I've not done too badly lately, but if I keep it up maybe I'll be able to see a pattern. Herewith:
I toddled off to the waterfront after work today like I do on the days when home is the last place I want to be. Standing at the railing, staring at the mountains, a man walks up next to me. "Good book?" I look down at my book sitting at my feet next to my purse. "Uh, yeah, good book." "What's it called?" "Anna Karenina." "Who's it by?" "Tolstoy." "Not english, is he?" This conversation is starting to sound familiar, and I almost expect him to tell me he likes Russians because they're small after I say "No, he's Russian."
"So, what are you doing down here?" "Oh, I'm just looking at the water." "What's a girl like you doing looking at the water all by herself?" "Girl like me?" "Oh, you know, well dressed, nice..." Well dressed? I look down...no, those are still my favorite jeans with the green paint on them and the thin, vaguely see-through pink t-shirt that I put on this morning. "I just got off of work."
"So...have a boyfriend?" "No." "Why not?" I'm tired of this particular line of questioning and so I deflect, "The subject hasn't come up recently. Why do you ask?" "Seems to me, girl like you should be worshipped." "Um, well, I'll keep that in mind." At this point I realize that the only place for this conversation to go is somewhere that I don't want it to, and also that any thinking I had planned on doing was not going to be done. I excuse myself with "well, I really must be going. I have a bus to catch," pick up my things, and walk as quickly as I can away.
I realized today that I have to start saving, since next year is going to be my year of traveling: Tampa in January to see my family, St. Augustine in April for graduation, Tampa again in May-ish for Sarah and Jesse's wedding, Canada in July for Matt and Tori's wedding, and then England in August for Val and Jude's wedding. Busy, busy.
Dammit Sam
Date: 2003-09-23 10:20 pm (UTC)Love,
todd
Re: Dammit Sam
Date: 2003-09-24 12:16 am (UTC)Which reminds me, where are those pictures of my favorite ex-navy guy?
Re: Dammit Sam
Date: 2003-09-24 03:03 pm (UTC)