May 08, 2004 :: 12:25 a.m.
the little engine that stalled
It's 12:30, and I'm compelled to go to bed. This is very strange indeed. I've been trying to shift my internal clock slightly more toward the workings of the rest of the world, and it's actually starting to stick. Amazing. Things develop into habits so very easily.
So I backed out of the Meet & Greet thing. I just... don't feel like going, really, is all. I mean, I don't want a roommate. I am dead fucking set on NOT having a roommate. I don't care if I'll owe another few thousand dollars by the end of this whole thing. I'm going to owe these people my soul and, should I be so unlucky, my firstborn child anyway, so I may as well at least keep my sanity intact in the process. The Meet & Greet, as the name so clearly spells out, is held for the sole purpose of meeting people and trying to find a roommate. And since I'm set like cement against having a roommate, there's really no point in going. So I emailed the housing service people and told them that my guest (Adam, of course) and I will not be attending.
I already did one out of character thing this week, all right? I'm not sure I could actually handle another, especially of this magnitude. The out of character thing was volunteering to go first during the readings in Creative Writing on Thursday. I had this odd burst of courage and figured it would be better to get it over and done with than to cower, full of dread, in my seat. And it was. So that worked out, but I'm not entirely sure my delicate constitution could handle an afternoon of forced mingling with strangers. I need to rest for a while between these little excursions into extroversion, you know. It's quite uncomfortable territory for this little introvert.
Watched the new Joan with Adam and the Joes tonight. It was splendid, as usual. I've come to determine that I'm a very easy viewer to please. The first time around, at least. I love the TWoP boards because those people seriously bring the funny, but I just can't snark on a new Joan the first time I watch it. The second time, sure. The third time? It's almost a certainty. But the first time is all good with me. It's like when Buffy was still on, or Angel right now... I'm so happy to have a new episode that I'm not really bothered by anything until I'm re-watching it later. I pick little nits all the time now when I watch the DVDs. It's a thing.
In keeping with the television topic, may I just say that I was horrified to see George booted before Jasmine on Wednesday's American Idol? Dude. That was SO unfair. Who are all of these tone-deaf people voting for Jasmine? Because they need to be stopped immediately. I loved George. He made me smile, and he could *gasp!* actually sing. Jasmine should have been voted out instead of Jennifer oh so many weeks ago. Gah. America has very bad taste.
Anyway, enough of that. I'm off to read for a bit, and then sleep. Fun times, to be sure.
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