elljay mundanity
May. 12th, 2005 09:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sabotabbySometimes I feel like making really shallow and embarrassing posts -- shallower and more embarrassing than normal, that is. I suppose things have been a bit intense lately. But you know those days when you want to do very annoying things on your journal like post 5000 gratuitous cat pictures or talk about your crush or redo your layout so that it's more pink or do a quiz that tells you how emo you are or randomly post Ani DiFranco lyrics* ("Gravel," if you're wondering)?
I'm having one of those days. An evening of shameless indulgence, if you will. So go ahead -- post anything in the comments. Song lyrics, memes, cat photos, anonymous confessions of lust in faux-chatspeak, etc. Consider this an open invitation to post in my journal anything that places you on the lower levels of the blogger hierarchy.
* I don't even like Ani DiFranco very much. I like that song, though. I was bopping around the apartment singing it last night for some reason.
I'm having one of those days. An evening of shameless indulgence, if you will. So go ahead -- post anything in the comments. Song lyrics, memes, cat photos, anonymous confessions of lust in faux-chatspeak, etc. Consider this an open invitation to post in my journal anything that places you on the lower levels of the blogger hierarchy.
* I don't even like Ani DiFranco very much. I like that song, though. I was bopping around the apartment singing it last night for some reason.
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Date: 2005-05-13 01:47 am (UTC)There She Is! Step 2: Cake Dance http://www.flashplayer.com/music/theresheis2.html
Angry White Boy Polka
Suzukisan! Fananimutation
Flash Animation: It’s Like Crack. Only Cheaper.
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Date: 2005-05-13 02:01 am (UTC)The chart isn't that good, though, because it doesn't include furries.
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Date: 2005-05-13 02:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-13 02:04 am (UTC)enjoy
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Date: 2005-05-13 02:51 am (UTC)Love is like...
Date: 2005-05-13 02:11 am (UTC)No really.
I don't like bananas. And it would be better for me if I did, because bananas are full of really good stuff, like potassium.
And it's inconvenient, not liking bananas. I have to be careful, all the time. People sneak them into things like smoothies, so I can think I'm safe, ordering a date-almond-maple smoothie, only to discover myself gasping and gagging with the taste of banana in my mouth.
But I can't simply start liking bananas by force of will. I've tried. It doesn't work. I wind up stressed out with myself, and still unable to stomach bananas. So I just have to live my life with the fact that I don't like bananas, and make this bit of self knowledge part of how I interact with the world.
Kinda like unrequited love.
How's that for maudlin, self-pitying self-revelation?
P.S. When I left for the second time today, somebody had a visitor and there was hugging.
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Date: 2005-05-13 02:51 am (UTC)Was it dreadful? The hugging visitor?
Re: brilliant!
Date: 2005-05-13 02:56 am (UTC)The parties involved in the hugging (neither of whom was me) didn't seem to mind. I think they rather regretted not having closed the door before I wandered by with my bike.
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Date: 2005-05-13 02:59 am (UTC)Re: brilliant!
Date: 2005-05-13 03:13 am (UTC)A certain person who has an office and stays late was visited by a certain freelancer in whose company he has been seen previously (by parties other than me). Said freelancer brought said stressed-out office mate a wee present and when I left there was an embrace that did not look passionnate, but did look friendly and accustomed.
I like dates, at least when they are fun.
Re: brilliant!
Date: 2005-05-13 03:15 am (UTC)Am awaiting gossip as to who the freelancer in question is tomorrow.
Crushes, eh?
Date: 2005-05-13 03:05 am (UTC)A friend and I discussed about a week ago that we should schedule having coffee this summer instead of meeting randomly (the likelihood of which went down because she has no summer classes for which to study). She was at her parents' this last weekend, and sent me a message that she'd call Tuesday or Wednesday. She hadn't yet, so I called her this morning, and left a message that I hoped to talk to her sometime, and that I was heading up to the coffee shop we both go to. I walked up toward the coffee shop, but stopped for breakfast along the way, at my favorite diner (which will be mentioned again), then went to the coffee shop. There she was, looking very happy to see me, and before I get something to drink, we sail off into a conversation. She apologized for not calling me, (more than I would have expected), but her flight was in late on Tuesday, and she worked an 11 hour shift on Wednesday. We discussed things like getting along with family (after her trip back home, and my upcoming visits from my mom and kids), her anticipated trip to Guatemala for an intensive language school later in the summer, her grades, and how my dissertation proposal is coming. It turned out that her boyfriend (who she has only mentioned once before in the months I've known her) was ill, that she had taken him to the university health center, and then had come to the coffee shop to wait for me to arrive. Her bf called, and she left to go pick him up, but not before saying "I'll see you tomorrow" with a big grin and sparkling eyes (I'm having a Friday the 13th party).
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Another (undergraduate) friend (the republican I'm corrupting, if you remember that post) and I have been going out to breakfast almost every Sunday for over a month (4 or 5 times), ostensibly because she likes the German pancakes at the above-mentioned diner. Whenever she comes into the coffee shop that doubles as my office, she immediately comes over and we start talking. She has bunches of guys closer to her age to whom she also talks (and has, I think, decided that they aren't good for much except talking), but she usually sits over by me. (Though this may also have something to do with that I try not to distract her when she's trying to study.) Unfortunately, she's not in town and will not be at the party tomorrow.
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I was sitting at the bar in my usual sushi bar (whee! not the diner or the coffee shop!) a couple of weeks ago, trying to figure out what I wanted to drink, when a very attractive woman came up and offered to buy me a drink. She got one for me and one for her, and the man she was there with joined us at the bar. After introductions and brief conversation, he proceeded to drink most of her drink - it was clear he wanted to go home. She said she had to take him home, but that I should wait there, and that she would be back in 10 minutes. I said OK, had my doubts, and slowly drank my drink. Sure enough, she came back (well it may have been 15 minutes), I bought each of us a shot glass of my favorite saki. After that, we headed off to a couple more bars, alternating who was buying. It turns out that she actually graduated a year ago, and works in a restaurant a few blocks from my house. At the end of the evening, she called a taxi and went home. Over the next several nights we ran into each other several times, each time winding up in long conversations. On the couple times I've been by her restaurant since then (admittedly not busy times), she has parked herself at my table and we've continued to have lively discussions - philosophical and otherwise. She will be at the party tomorrow night - after she gets off work.
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I've given up on long distance crushes (sorry, rachel ;) ). I thought I had given up on short distance ones, too. But what do you do when someone you like lights up whenever they see you?
Was that sufficiently shallow and embarrassing?
Re: Crushes, eh?
Date: 2005-05-13 03:13 am (UTC)Well, you're one of my fake partners. Which is way better than a long-distance crush, I think, as it involves parental disapproval, which is always fun. I'm hopeless with short-distance crushes; I don't often have them, and my sense of self-deprecation is such that I can't maintain them for very long.
Okay...I have to tell the streetcar story I alluded to above. Because it's funny in a twisted way.
So when I was about 17 or so, I had a dream about some guy. Not that kind of dream, just a very detailed picture and the sense that he was going to be very important to me one day. Didn't look like anyone in my life then or now. And I'd kind of forgotten about it, except that on the streetcar today, I saw a guy who, in profile, looked very much like the guy in my dream.
Then he turned and looked in my direction, and half of his face was one big scar, a la Phantom of the Opera. It was very surreal. I had this temptation to go and talk to him, but I had one of the three or so shy moments I experience per year and chickened out.
I suck that way sometimes.
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Date: 2005-05-13 03:58 am (UTC)the thing was was that i posted about my cats very infrequently...only when they do something particularly strange...oh & there was that one time i needed medical advice when one cat bit the other one & took out a chunk of her fur + some skin. at that time, i was all about blogging about my job, choice & abortion, gay marriage, idiots in my classes & the war on iraq.
funnily enough, that's the second time there was e-drama surrounding my cats. the first time was when i moved out of 1202 davenport because of my insane exroommate. after i moved out, one cat [who was a kitten at the time...oh & i didn't have the other one at the time] came down with some weird illness that wasn't quite unlike distemper. her livejournal friends felt the need to gang up on me about it as they perceived that i blamed crazy ex-roommate for her being sick [she has two cats too].
that was fun times. ha. to this day, i'm known as "psycopants" to those folk, despite the fact that all i did was move out as i couldn't deal with all the nastiness & the negativity in a so-called "feminist space" of a house. i still have no idea as to why i'm apparently psycho.
oh! e-drama.
& i can't believe i just posted about that in your journal. yet, here i go, posting the comment now.
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Date: 2005-05-13 01:26 pm (UTC)I'm confused.
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Date: 2005-05-13 01:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-13 07:18 pm (UTC)Everybody Dance now ...
Everybody Dance now ...
Give me the music
Give me the music
Everybody Dance now ...
Everybody Dance now ...
Yeah ... Yeah ... Yeah
Everybody Dance now ...
Yeah ... Yeah ... Yeah
Everybody Dance now ...
Here is the doe, back with the bass
The jam is live in effect and I don't waste time
Or the mike if it don't rhyme
Jump to the rhythm jump jump to the rhythm jump
And I'm here to provide
Peace and lyrics to make your shake your pants
Take a chance, come on and dance
Guys grab a girl, don't wait, make a whirl
It's your world and I'm just a swirl
Trying to get a nut to move your butt
To the dance floor, so yo what's up
Hands in the air, Come on say yeah,
everybody over here everybody over there
the crowd is live and I feel this groove
Party people in the house
Move ... (Let your mind)
Move ... (Put me online)
Come on let's sweat, baby
Let the music take control
Let the rhythm move you
Sweat, sweat
Let the music take control
Let the rhythm move you
Everybody dance now ...
Da da da da
da da da da
da da da da, da da da
da da da da, da da da
la da da da
la da da da
dum da dum da dum
everybody dance now
Pause take a breath go for yours
On my command now hit the dance floors
I'm gonna make you sweat till you bleed
Is that ... enough, indeed
I pay the price, control the dice
I'm more precise, to a point I'm nice
The music takes control, your heart and soul
Oh, your body is free and a whole
Dance till you can't dance
Till you can't dance no more
Get on the floor and get warm
Then come back and upside down
Easy now, let me see ya
Move ... (Let your mind)
Move ... (Put me online)
The music is my life ...
everybody dance now ...
everybody dance now ...
everybody dance now ...
everybody ...