Walked passed a guy while I was wearing my headphones and he smiled at me in passing and said something that sounded like "Dantooine!"
y'all, I just joined Netflix and I am already so in love. So in love. I want to caress my movie selections. I want to cuddle with the return mailers.
netflix: another example of a Thing I Thought Single People Couldn't Have. (last example being Sunset magazine. I finally subscribed.)
DISPROVEN!!
Because I figured out that I end up desperately watching lame tv (because I only have 3 American and a few Mexican stations) (and the Mexican stations play surprisingly good movies)(sometimes) when I could be watching a good movie but am too lazy to rent. and when I recently DID rent a DVD it was 5 clams and Netflix is only 10 bucks a month. So I figured it out, being kind of slow at math and all, that I only had to watch 2 movies a month to make it totally worth it. And y'all, I am SO excited.
Dear internets;
I'm scared of my mailman. He is lecherous and highly stare-y. He rolls up his uniform sleeves to show his muscles. Once he was going up the stairs in my building and I was coming down and I thought I would die. He turned after me and I think he might have said my full name, the one that's on my mail, not the name that people call me, but I was too freaked out so I mumbled something and ran out of the building.I ran down the street! Ran to my car and jumped in, locking the doors!
He's down in the lobby right now and I NEED TO LEAVE. Help.
Kurt Vonnegut has a website!
Even better, when you click on the link, note the little teeny icon that appears in your address bar, or whatever that thing up there is called. The wee drawing that looks like a star? Yes, it's an anus.
Kurt's the greatest.
This abandoned theme park looks neat. It has lots of elements that I like: bittersweet nostalgia, abandoned buildings, thread to the past, strange Americana. Potential for ghosts and creepy feelings.
Is Texas the craziest state in the nation, or what?
That White Witch looks very scary.

Sometimes other people's behavior makes me nervous and I wonder if there is a way for me to stop the hypervigilant maintenace and just let others go to their fate. Or am I hardwired to be like this? I am speaking obliquely of a specific event but it applies to many things..even MOVIES fer crying out loud. I got so embarrassed and anxious for the main character in The 40-yr-old Virgin that I left the movie theater with sopping wet armpits.
It's almost as if I think if I monitor the situation hard enough, nothing bad will happen. When really, my anxiety makes things worse.
We made our presentation in front of faculty and despite the sweatiness of my armpits and the dryness of my mouth, it went sparklingly.
Good times.
Also, there is a raptor that cirles and cries above the parking lot at City College and I feel that he is my personal friend. I think he's a Cooper's Hawk, but I'm not sure.