My car started to vibrate. But really, it did. My keys were out of the ignition, the engine was off, and it vibrated with a sound like a cell phone, so much so that I started to excavate for my phone before I realized that I was actually talking on it.
Dudes keep hitting on me. Even when I'm wearing baggy clothes and whatever hair. A note to the men of the world: really? Why then? Also, pick a different month - I don't have enough time for class and eating, let alone sleep (dating is so far down, it doesn't even get mentioned). I'm going to be crabby at you or socially awkward you out.
Like the men of the world read my blog.
A shelf in my new room always seems to vibrate. Nothing on the shelf moves, and the wall isn't touching anything that vibrates, so why would this make sense? It didn't vibrate when my grandma had stuff on it, so why start now?
I own a zoot suit.
Glee is being preachy about alcohol. Really? Glee? With the cussin', singin', dancin', sextin' nonsense plots, this is the themed episode? Pot was cool, sex was cool, cheating was ... okay, and alcohol's the nono. And the lack of songs hurts my heart.
Home. Which house is it? One has my clothes, the other my books and I sleep in both rooms. I'm not sure really which is the appropriate place to designate, but I feel like I need to designate and to put the label on.
Puns. I need them for a speech, because I (gulp) think they will make it funnier. Weird right?
2 comments:
I KNEW YOU WERE IN A SCI-FI SHOW.
Maybe you're noticing the hitting-on more because you don't want to get hit on? (In my head the rule is that whenever I'm sitting around thinking PLEASE GOD SOMEONE TALK TO ME, no one talks to me, but then as soon as I think, 'today I will relax and be hermity and watch bad TV for hours,' a million people show up being all HEY Q, HAVEN'T HEARD FROM YOU IN A WHILE. But I think this is because the times when I wanted to be talked to and was accordingly talked to, and the times I wanted to be left alone and was accordingly left alone, are just less memorable, because why would I make note of everything going to plan?)
Why do you own a zoot suit, though? Also, you are awesome.
I couldn't watch this week's Glee, I knew from the sentence-long summary on the site I was planning on watching from that it would give me so much second hand embarrassment. Glee, why are you so faily?
OH NO, NOT PUNS. (Although actually, I find puns much less objectional now that the people around me aren't using them as a longterm guerrilla warfare operation against language, me, and the universe. The puns in mediaeval lit are funny because no one's sitting here telling me they're funny. So if you want to become a person who makes puns I won't shun you, and will keep your secret.)
I don't think so. I could see that happening with who I was a year ago versus who I am now, but not from a month, two months ago. I have the same attitude, but with more BACK-OFF than I did then. And the amount of numbers requests have significantly increased, as my general caring about how I look has gone down.
Watch all the subplot bits, because there is an awesome subplot that is worth watching, but skip all the preachy bits of people Realizing Consequences of being drunk. Tiktok is fun to watch as well.
It's true. When people start making lit warfare, you have to counter them. In English, we read some dude who was all crochety about rhyme schemes, telling us that the only important one was the sonnet, which you'll know if it looks like a square. I immediately started yelling at him for dissing villanelles. (which I only ever read one of.)
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