So a couple of days ago I made a Kensington run and returned home to realize that my shirt was inside out. typical. Anyway, it wasn't that obvious, but still I kinda wished someone had told me.
Earlier today I walked past this guy (waiting for a call at the pay phone, wow haven't seen that in a while) and his shirt was on insideout! I was too chicken shit and didn't say anything! He was all hipstery though, and I told myself that maybe it was on purpose, or he was too cool to care. So I stopped at the bank, came out and there he was standing at the cross walk. still didn't say anything. I crossed to the south side of the street and we were both standing there, waiting to to go East. I couldn't stand that I didn't say anything, and in an idiotic moment I started to yell out "Your shirt's on insideout!" only, as soon as I started I decided that was the worst idea I could think of so all that came out of my mouth was a loud bark of "Yoaa". Him, the cyclists, the pedestrians looked in my direction, I had my headphones on and pretended that music was playing and I had no idea what was going on, keeping my gaze forward waiting for the light. ohhh lame.
Went to Pacific Mall for the first time. Friend summed it up perfectly: Chinatown in a box. oh, but minus that horrible fishy-death smell, hooray. It's out in the 905s... where, I'm not sure, things get pretty fuzzy for me once highways are involved. I live steps from 'real' Chinatown, but this was fun. Pirated DVD stores a-plenty, better selection than the guys selling them on a blanket on the sidewalk. The only thing I bought was delicious bubble tea and a terrible Sweet & Sour noodle dish that made me really really sleepy.
It was embarrassing when I approached some lady in a uniform who I thought was offering free samples of walnut cakes (Korean potato stuffed donut type things. delish).. I asked where I could buy the walnut cakes, started to reach for one before I saw her look of horror and luckily stopped before things got too too humiliating. I got a good look at the container and it turns out she was holding her lunch of mystery meatballs. oh god.
Never did get the walnut cakes. I live 15 minutes from Little Korea, home to the best walnut cake shop in town, so there.
oh! I also bought a box of 'Winter Pocky'. If you only ever buy one kind of premium Pocky, make it Winter Pocky!
how's this for a social experiment (oh for a female to do): go to a bar/club/party/anywhere where young drunk people congregate, wearing a shirt that says something like "EVERYONE LIKES THEIR OWN BRAND" on one side and maybe "FARTSTRONG" or "HUMAN SEWER" on the other side. Then act really sexually aggressive, flirty. Hilarious results? disastrous? typical?
possible variation: if the object of said flirtation asks about the t-shirt or acts uncomfortable, tell him that you ruined your shirt earlier that night, and this tshirt is just a loan from a friend- and actually 'toilet' humour revolts and embarrasses you, so please don't mention it again. That could be funny if you bring it up, as dude would definitely be a little weirded out and likely pretty uncomfortable. If they were the one to bring up the tshirt- they'll probably feel sort of terrible. Either way it will remain a huge white elephant.
yeah?
I think a really hot girl would be best suited to do this. yes.
I'm replying to erica's comment in the form of a post-
Of course I'm always game for making mixtapes. the only problem is that my tape player is on the fritz! everytime I turn on my stereo (several times a day), it makes the whirring and click sound of a tape switching sides- 8 times in succession. The walls are paper thin as I mentioned, so I started getting paranoid that my roommate would think I am being OCD and going through some ritual with turning the stereo on. So now when I turn the goddamned thing on, I make sure to make alot of shuffling noises, proving that it is happening independent of me. If I heard that coming from the other room every day, I'd assume it was OCD in action.
If I can get t to work, I am most definitely in for a mix tape exchange. I even have half a dozen songs on my 'erica' itunes playlist, ready for a moment like this! Dan Deacon not included this time around.
Anyone else interested?
So I'm on campus, trying to get some work done, but I didn't bring my headphones (the shitty temporary replacements still). getting work done in silence is sooo painful, so after only an hour and a half (including 45 minutes of nonwork), I decided to leave. Well that was 5-10 minutes ago. Just as I was about to pack up to leave, the two girls studying beside me start hugging affectionately, more hugging, then some kissing. Ok they are lesbian, thats cool with me. But now I'm all selfconscious about leaving as soon as their lesbianness has been made evident. I dont want them to think I have a problem with it. oh but now they have started making out intensely enough to make me feel uncomfortable- straight or gay. I can hear smacking of lips and saliva.
SAVED- the study space is closing for the day!
oh god. so I am one of those fast walkers. I love making friends with other fastwalkers because then when we hang out, I don't have to constantly make mental notes to slow my pace. As a fast walker I have also perfected the art of passing. So I was walking home today and rapidly coming up behind this guy. A few metres away he slightly turns his head, and I realize it is this guy! shit, well I don't want to have to pass him! I have successfully avoided contact with him since 'the incident'. So I suddenly slow my pace, but he is walking much slower than I, and he keeps sort of turning his head so it becomes clear that he is expecting someone to be passing him. The slower pace didnt work either, because he clearly heard someone quickly walking up behind them and then suddenly slow about 3 metres away, plus I was still walking faster than him. Hang outs with him would be a pain. I couldnt break out into fast walk again, so I just hovered behind him for a bit until I passed him, at which point I pretended to just notice it was in fact him. I learned my lesson. quick hey and medium pace away. geez.
So the most enigmatic roommate at my new place keeps getting packages in the mail of varying sizes, shapes and weights. They are always labeled "socks" for the international post thing, but they are most definitely not socks.
hmm. I prefer not to ask, as the answer to what they are is sure to be much duller than the scenarios I have conjured up.
Last night in a discussion on something completely different, I somehow wrote off NASA as a waste in less than one sentence. Not 5 minutes later, I ask my friend what his parents do for a living. OH, a rocket scientist for NASA you say? Life is a path that takes me from one awkward moment to another.
I am mystified and horrified at how incredibly social awkward I can be at moments.
The other day I saw an acquaintance at a party, where I accidentally interrupted his flirting with a girl to blab about nothing. no big deal. Ok, he is also my neighbour, and last night I saw him sitting on his porch, with possibly the same girl. Even though I KNOW I know it, I hesitated a second on his name (fuck all y'alls who have two first-name names). I stopped in my tracks, and said:
"Hey...how you doing?"
he stopped he talking to the girl, gave a polite nod and quiet hey.
Me: "I pass by here on my way home and I always look in your window. I often see you sitting on your bed, reading."
he doesn't care, but he is a sweet guy. mumbles an "oh" or "yeah" or "hmm"
I sense its time to leave, so what do I say?
"ok, well, see ya. I guess I'll continue spying on you".
pretty much silence on their end.
I immediately mumble "sorry" sorry for interrupting. sorry for the horrible attempt at polite conversation gone wrong.
The 'sorry' as I walked off was probably the height of the awkwardness, but lucky me also got to stand on my porch, three doors down and spend two minutes fumbling for my keys, while we all pretended I wasn't there. Them waiting to be able to give each other a look and say "what the fuck was that"
I hope this conveys how truly uncomfortable the whole thing was.
Keeping your zoomers and your pens in the same case yields a high possibility for uncomfortable moments, particularly if you use said pens for a midterm. I'd venture that this applies for final exams too.
So the house party I went to last night turned out to be awesome. Low expectations can make for pleasant surprises.
-I ran into the girl who can't smell! YES! I had so many questions for her. Too bad she didnt arrive until AFTER the Biggest Hit Ever- complete with a rare coughing fit. I suspect only I care about her answers to my questions. moving on
-There was this hilarious guy that literally only spoke in zingers. Some girl (possibly his gf?) who lived there, went on facebook at one point. His reaction- "You are social networking at a party?! how about opening your mouth and talking! theres a social network!" ok, maybe you had to be there and be baked.
-Some guy that I see on campus quite frequently but never talk to was there. He was wearing THE outfit- when he wears it, he is the fucking spitting image of Billy Crystal with a beard circa 1989ish. Curly hair, scruffy beard. Plaid button up shirt. Tan Linen jacket, stiff jeans.
So I had that moment that I always have, where I am on the edge of saying something, and where most people would be have their personal filter tell them" do not proceed, high risk of offending", my personal filter goes "proceed, they will totally get what you are trying to say"
and I did proceed. I told him how exactly he looked like Billy Crystal. He was a little (a lot) taken aback. He said "honestly, I don't know how to take that". After telling him I wasn't sure either, I realized that if I had any hope of making this a pleasant talk rather than an horribly awkward moment, it had to be Billy Crystal in a good way. And frankly, I think it was. I told him (and I mean it), his look made me reconsider Billy Crystal. Billy Crystal redux.
Guy was a sport, well versed in social graces, and went along with it. He buried his creeped out, slightly offended reaction beneath an affable, light hearted banter, which I think he at least partially meant. Good for him, cause there is no pretending we don't know each other when we cross paths on campus.
Again, this was after "Biggest Hit Ever". I think.
So I am thinking of doing an independent study, hopefully under the supervision of the Dean of the Faculty of Forestry. This would involve approaching him and submitting a proposal. He is a decent affable fellow, from what I know. What I know consists of meeting him at the Forestry Conference I went to last year, which he probably doesn't remember, even if there wasn't drinking involved. Since would be going out of his way to supervise me, I feel I should to make some kind of personal connection.
So I will obviously bring up our meeting last year, but do I include the part where my friend spilled her beer on him? Would it be endearing or just plain unwise? Right now I am leaning toward using it. I ask because I have a tendency to regret just these sort of things.
It is between him or the charming professor with the voice of a muppet. I'm pretty sure he is also the professor to whom I had the joy of giving the doctors note excusing me from a midterm due to "severe diarrhea".
Choices choices
