Little did I know that Saturdays were music days. I came in at around 5 PM, stalking as usual, and left again at around 6:30 PM. The Elegant Universe is pretty good so far. When I returned about 8:30 PM R was there accompanied by a sweet Jazz ensemble. I pretended not to see him. I got up to go to the bathroom and when I walked back I pretended to have just noticed him. We talked. C was in town and she came by and chatted also. It made it seem like I wasn't stalking and was instead waiting for her to come by. As we left I suggested that I would be around agian at 4 or 5 PM today. I will be...waiting...stalking my prey.
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I was thinking maybe today I would try and do what I did yesterday, avoid M1 as much as possible. I had an amazing day yesterday. I ate lots of good foodstuffs and after ditching him I drove downtown to find that a used bookstore was closing. Previously that day I had, in fact, been pondering purchasing this one book that really had an incredible impact on my childhood. Unfortunately, Barnes and Nobles did not have it and I'm poor so I didn't really want to pay full price anyway. My mother had said to try a used bookstore, but I didn't know of one in Columbia. It was almost like something heard me mentally calling out for a cheap book to read. So I ran inside and straight to the science fiction. I looked and looked but the books were in a pretty loose alphabetic order and I was having trouble locating anything really. I was about to leave discouraged when I saw the book I had been wanting to buy, Time Enough for Love by Robert Heinlein. It was the only book of his on the shelves. I was excited. I ran back to the counter and slammed it down with a huge childlike grin on my face. The lady laughed a little and said, "Well, I've never seen a young lady so excited about a Heinlein book. That'll be $2.50." I scurried off to read satisfied that perhaps my luck was coming back in some small form.
C is always someone who can make you feel better. She knows how to put someone in a bad situation at ease as well as how to make your problems feel small without making you feel small. We giggled and walked and bought silly things at Walgreens and watched a portion of Kill Bill and in general frolicked. It was good. Also, after picking up her beau N and M1 we headed to Flatbranch were we met a couple of other strapping young lads. One friended me on facebook immediately after the encounter so I can only assume that he is lonely and thinks I am, too. While I am indeed lonely I really don't want to give off that vibe. I'll have to work on it.
But yeah, in summary I had so much fun and met some cool kids. I also was successful in my stalking mission. I love successful missions. I get bonus ninja points and extra experience.
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Anyway it was a wonderful day...until the moment that M1 and I were alone together. He starts arguing with me about the most mundane things. Don't you hate when you are trying to have a conversation with someone and instead of listening to your story they pick out some tiny detail to hassle you about, completely derailing the story and not, in fact, improving it in any capacity by the clarification of said tiny detail. In addition he decided to start picking at me for stupid things that don't matter. I said, "Sorry." to some boys smoking on the steps of our building and hey gave me an earfull about it. "They were in the way. You didn't have to say sorry. Why did you say sorry?" he asks me in a gruff angry voice like I just backed into someone else's car. Oh wait! Maybe I was just trying to be polite! Maybe I actually care about other human beings and feel bad for making them move from their perches while they are speaking with one another. Oh yeah, I forgot, you're never ever wrong, are you? It really makes me crazy. Here I tell this guy that it's not working out and that I just don't have fun with him anymore and a bunch of other stuff along those lines and he keeps responding that we can work it out and all that, but what does he do? He insults me and tells me what I should know when I told him I'm sick of it and it's depressing me. I could just fucking drop kick him! God damn, kid! I had an awesome day and now we are alone and I'm completely depressed. And you suggest that it isn't you that's making me so sad! You are WRONG.
So yeah, to summarize, I think I'm going to go stalking again and read books like yesterday and then afterwards I'm going to call M2 and see if she wants to hang out. That way I won't have to deal with M1 today all that much.
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Parents are so cute sometimes.
My father has recently gotten into WoW and has been playing it pretty heavily. Of course he is an utter nublet and he makes me laugh with the things he says. I love how everything about the game is so new and interesting to him. It reminds me of when I first started playing.
I like to think of playing good video games like finding an awesome restaurant. The first few times you go the food is just so amazing and everything tastes good. You try all the menu items and pick your favorite. You learn the waiters' and waitresses' names. You smile at the owner as he/she starts to notice that you come in a lot. Finally, every time you come in it's like your with a second family enjoying dinner together and even if you don't come in for a long time, when you do come back in everyone still knows your name and your order by heart. Video games work the same way. You spend the first couple weeks (or months for a more complicated MMO) learning the basics and getting a feel for the game. Then as you learn everything you start getting into the more subtle elements. After some time you know the game so well that everything you do is fun rather than a learning experience. You develop a mass of goofy and enjoyable-to-explain memories that you can share with others who have played the game, kind of making you a special family. Even if you don't play the game for a long time, you still have those memories and it's still fun to get back into, regardless of the time between plays.
Anyway, my mother sent me an e-mail this morning. She wanted to inform me of a link, www.lolcats.com, that was just amazingly funny. I didn't have the heart to tell her that of course I had seen this website and I even have it linked in my facebook profile. She seemed so excited like she had finally found something before I had seen it on the web. I gave her her victory.
My parents are so sweet. How is it that I was so lucky and got the best parent combination in the history of man?
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