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La la la Saturday!
I hit the halfway point in Cryptonomicon today, and man, do I love that smart, funny, dorky book. Also, I would very much like for some attractive young man (also obviously intelligent, and in possession of good taste) to strike up a conversation about it on the bus, as I am the only woman NOT reading some form of chick lit.
In related news, I am maybe a tiny bit infatuated with a boy on the bus. Or, rather, we wait for the same bus at the same stop every morning. He is unobnoxiously cute, and he lives across the street from me, which strikes me as very convenient; also, then we would be like that old song by the Hollies (OMG, what if he lets me share his umbrella, and then it stops raining, but we keep using it anyway, just to stand next to each other?), which would rule. We don't talk or make eye contact. I think I might smile at him soon.
I went for a run this morning, on account of it being above freezing. I am secretly thinking of doing Couch Potato to 5-k, or maybe I'm actually doing it, since, you know, I just finished the first week's worth of workouts? This may change when the temperature inevitably dips and the sun goes away. (OTOH, did you all realize that Daylight Savings Time kicks in one month from tomorrow? March 8. This pleases me.)
I went to a new neighborhood and spent my afternoon in a coffee shop. I've been having trouble writing in my apartment, and at the same time feeling determined to write SOMETHING, because this is the time for writing creatively, etc., and the combination has been making me a little bit crazy. But the sun and the ambient noise and the tasty panini seemed to have helped; I got in some good screen-staring time on my current project, and got through much of what I needed to hammer out. I also knitted, because it helps the story unfold. Win/win!
For future writing endeavors, I am collecting a) douchey things Alex Trebek says to Jeopardy! contestants and b) dumb cliches about love from the inside of Dove chocolates.
I am 90% sure I am going on a date tomorrow afternoon. I've been in contact with this guy from eHarmony for-EV-er--like, since before Christmas--and we are just now finally getting around to actually meeting up. So, coffee, apparently, and then he leaves for a church trip to Mozambique and I get![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
carmen_sandiego, and things get busy again. Still, I'm excited, since it's been ages and ages since I've been out with anybody, and also because my pool of people to hang out with here is conspicuously small.
Apparently Saturday evening is the time when Whole Foods pulls out all the stops--I went in for kale and came out having tasted various cheeses, smoked fishes, and a whole flight of surprisingly good Moroccan and Georgian wines. Maybe they're taking pity on those of us who are boring and go grocery shopping on Saturday nights? Aww, WF.
I am watching "In Excelsis Deo," and oh look CJ made an actual list. She's rebuffing his advances. "My Secret Service name is Flamingo...I have to go feed my fish." And now Josh's giving Donna her skiing book with the nice inscription (skis would've killed him?), and I AM FLAILY.
Hmmm. Perhaps I should make cookies. Except...crap. I'm out of vanilla.
I hit the halfway point in Cryptonomicon today, and man, do I love that smart, funny, dorky book. Also, I would very much like for some attractive young man (also obviously intelligent, and in possession of good taste) to strike up a conversation about it on the bus, as I am the only woman NOT reading some form of chick lit.
In related news, I am maybe a tiny bit infatuated with a boy on the bus. Or, rather, we wait for the same bus at the same stop every morning. He is unobnoxiously cute, and he lives across the street from me, which strikes me as very convenient; also, then we would be like that old song by the Hollies (OMG, what if he lets me share his umbrella, and then it stops raining, but we keep using it anyway, just to stand next to each other?), which would rule. We don't talk or make eye contact. I think I might smile at him soon.
I went for a run this morning, on account of it being above freezing. I am secretly thinking of doing Couch Potato to 5-k, or maybe I'm actually doing it, since, you know, I just finished the first week's worth of workouts? This may change when the temperature inevitably dips and the sun goes away. (OTOH, did you all realize that Daylight Savings Time kicks in one month from tomorrow? March 8. This pleases me.)
I went to a new neighborhood and spent my afternoon in a coffee shop. I've been having trouble writing in my apartment, and at the same time feeling determined to write SOMETHING, because this is the time for writing creatively, etc., and the combination has been making me a little bit crazy. But the sun and the ambient noise and the tasty panini seemed to have helped; I got in some good screen-staring time on my current project, and got through much of what I needed to hammer out. I also knitted, because it helps the story unfold. Win/win!
For future writing endeavors, I am collecting a) douchey things Alex Trebek says to Jeopardy! contestants and b) dumb cliches about love from the inside of Dove chocolates.
I am 90% sure I am going on a date tomorrow afternoon. I've been in contact with this guy from eHarmony for-EV-er--like, since before Christmas--and we are just now finally getting around to actually meeting up. So, coffee, apparently, and then he leaves for a church trip to Mozambique and I get
carmen_sandiego, and things get busy again. Still, I'm excited, since it's been ages and ages since I've been out with anybody, and also because my pool of people to hang out with here is conspicuously small.Apparently Saturday evening is the time when Whole Foods pulls out all the stops--I went in for kale and came out having tasted various cheeses, smoked fishes, and a whole flight of surprisingly good Moroccan and Georgian wines. Maybe they're taking pity on those of us who are boring and go grocery shopping on Saturday nights? Aww, WF.
I am watching "In Excelsis Deo," and oh look CJ made an actual list. She's rebuffing his advances. "My Secret Service name is Flamingo...I have to go feed my fish." And now Josh's giving Donna her skiing book with the nice inscription (skis would've killed him?), and I AM FLAILY.
Hmmm. Perhaps I should make cookies. Except...crap. I'm out of vanilla.
