» Misunderstood

At lunch,
I asked where an absent friend was, so someone replied, "She's taking a test." I asked, "What, she plays chess?" And another at the table was further confused, "She's on the track team?"
(Mon 10th Oct 2005, 22:40, More)

» The last thing that made me cry

nothing quite like breaking up with a boyfriend or starving alone in a cave, but here goes..
I took what I thought would be a lovely day-trip, but turned into one of the more frustrating afternoons of my life. I had run around, lost, for about three hours in ungodly heat, trying to get from point A to point B by a certain time (which ended up being a nice tour to points C, D, F, Q and all in between). I had bought a sandwich and soda which I would take with me on the four hour busride home, paid for both, and the vendor had neglected to give me the soda. I finally get to the bus, board, and almost have a heart attack thinking I had lost the prepaid ticket, which had fallen to the floor.

Once that mess was all over with, I sat, eating my sandwich, being thirsty, and the movie "I Am Sam" comes on. I knew the premise of the movie already; it's one of those emotion-exploiting heart wrenchers about a semi-retarded man trying to gain custody of his daughter, if you've never heard of it. Whatever. I was half-paying attention to it for a while, rolling my eyes and sighing to my neighbor about my total disinterest in what was going on. Suddenly, the tough bitchy lawyer for the retarded man breaks down and carries on in a helpless way to the guy about all her problems and faults. At this point I got sucked in, my eyes started to water a bit, but I took a deep breath and gained my composure. Then I cried for twenty minutes like a little abandoned baby.

The last time I cried because of a movie was when I was about ten, watching "It's a Wonderful Life", so it has been quite a while.
Apologies for length, girth, lack of worth...
(Fri 15th Apr 2005, 2:05, More)

» Guilty Pleasures

and so I end up averting my eyes...
I sing very loudly to myself, sometimes in public places, which is ok until someone starts walking my way or cuts across the path I'm taking. If I happen to see them from a distance, I'll quiet my voice down at intervals so it seems like I've been singing the same, conscious volume the whole time.

This tactic doesn't make much sense, and somehow does not quite convince people that I'm not embarassed about singing so loud, so my audiences look at me rather oddly as we pass. I always do the same thing as I am surprised anyone could be coming up on me during my private singing time... in the grocery store.
(Fri 8th Apr 2005, 2:34, More)