So... when I was about 10, I started working on this language. It was meant to be a phonetic language that I never intended to write out characters for, but I realized after a while that having a phonetic based 20 character set, and 'special circumstance' exceptions (for repeating characters and certain vowel/consonant pairs) would be a fantastic way of doing shorthand that only I could read...
So I worked on it, and worked on it, and by the time I was about 15- I had an airtight character system that took only slightly longer than traditional shorthand to actually write out. I've been using the character set since then- and even though I never got too far on developing pronunciations for the phonetics side of it- those 20 characters have become my best friends, and preferred method of hand writing anything...
I realize that this is a slightly snobbish thing to do, and that everything I've ever written in this language will probably never be translated- so if something were to happen to me... thousands of pages worth of material would just end up lost (not like anyone would give a shit, even if they noticed, it's mostly just stories and bad poetry that I've written, and a couple of journals worth at this point)- but whatever... that isn't what matters...

this is what matters:
I'm not sure, considering what a geek I am, why I didn't have this epiphany sooner... but I realized just today that my character set can be, for the most part, represented using alpha-numeric and special characters on a keyboard, which is exactly what one needs to build strong passwords.
So, I can now come up with a simple phrase (the sort of thing someone would normally use for a password hint question or somesuch)- and convert the characters in that phrase to passwords that I use for my various accounts.
These will be the strongest passwords I think you could make (depending on the length of them)- and they're going to be damn simple for me to remember, but nearly impossible for anyone else to break- because unless you can read my character set (which no one else on the face of the planet can do), it just reads like nonsense!

I'm a frikkin' genius. I dare you to challenge me on that (I really am, literally, a genius, so you can't actually argue, even though I don't often spill the beans on the iq, because after the mensa experience, I've decided that iq doesn't fucking matter when you're just trying to get along with people)... but yeah- awesome.

/me does the awesome dance

Okay... Dammit. Someone's email is still broken and I'm being bugged again... I guess lunchtime, and the awesome dance are both over.

Madness.

I went outside, on my way through the café, there was no-one in there- there was no cake... nothing, just an eerie silence...
Then, someone outside says 'there's cake!'- and I'm thinking... 'what? where?'
When I go back inside... there was indeed cake.
And 50 or so coworkers, all descending upon said cake, like damned vultures.

And then my friend tried to push me over, because I apparently looked like a little teapot... So I tried to mash his foot with my fist, and I ended up hurting myself... and I fell over anyway. We laughed a lot- so I threatened him with a plastic fork, and when someone caught us and asked if we were having a food fight, I stabbed the cake through the heart. And went back to the office.

Later, I listened to the not-quite-TFF-good version of Mad World from the Donnie Darko Soundtrack. and now I'm listening to The Glove.

Joyous.

It's still madness though.
And this is why I'm going home.

Went to borders last night and spent that gift-card, and then some.

I finally own a copy of Ralph Bakshi's 'Wizards' on DVD!
I also bought the collectors edition of ‘Labyrinth’...
and... ‘Starman’ (yes, the one with Jeff Bridges... Shut up... I’ve always liked it, it was a good movie. Stop laughing.... why are you laughing???)
I almost bought myself the Criterion Collection edition of ‘The Man Who Fell To Earth’, but realized that it was significantly cheaper on Amazon- so at some point, I'll have to order it there because I haven't seen that in ages, and one can never have too much Bowie in their collection...

Instead, I picked up a couple of Wayne Dyer books for my mum, because she just finished reading 'The Secret', and is enthralled by the concept of intention and the ‘gap'... But I really don't think that 'The Secret' is the best of reference tools. (I will reserve the rest of my opinion on that book, because I can start to get really nasty toward the end of that rant... something about false impressions and poor spiritual guidance).

(Please pardon while I go off on a tangent for a mo')

I've been a fan of Mr. Dyer for a while, his ideas are concrete, and as far as I can tell, of all the published material out there about this whole 'intention' thing- his seems to work the best. I'm not quite sure why this is suddenly all the rage in the spiritualist self help community. It really is a simple concept, and I don't understand why people need piles upon piles of books that are supposed to 'teach' them how to do this very simple thing. Everyone has their own method, and everyone will tell you (much like everyone who is 'religious' will try to tell you the 'correct' name for God) that their method is better than all of the other methods.
I like that Dyer doesn't really try to name things (and a part of me is actually happy that he doesn't take the God concept completely out of the picture) -he doesn't try to convince you that adherence to one strict 'policy' is the only way to go... I also really like that he is very fluent in the language required to coherently explain the concept itself (I fail miserably in this department)... I figure if my mum's going to be reading and learning about this stuff- Dyer is the way to go...



But anyway. How about an abrupt subject change?

I got a cd from a guy I work with yesterday, it’s his bands last album… And I love it. This is where one of the many music opportunities I mentioned earlier came from… He wants to get together and write a ‘folky-tonk’ album- and I’m thinking ‘hells yes, I’d like to be involved with that!’ I’m going to gush fangirl at him today and let him know that I’m really looking forward to the chance to work with him and the folks in his band… And I think this one is gonna be big, and a lot of fun- because it really isn’t about the final product, it’s about the process, and I can’t think of anything that I want more right now (well, maybe one thing, but I won’t get into it because I’m still working on that one) than to get involved with musicians like this and be able to make amazing things happen together!

So… yeah… yays!

One last thing- I’ve painted even more of my room purple. It looks amazingly good so far. I need one more coat on the back wall and the trim around the door- and then it’s time to move some furniture around, and tape the corners and other edges and start with the blue. At this rate, I should be finished with the painting part of this by Monday- then all I have to do is finish the headboard, sew some new curtains, and I’m good. I think I may also tape up my window and spray the metal edging-bits with shiny new paint- because after I patched and cleaned everything, I realized that the peeling brown paint looked pretty craptastic.

BONUS! I went to Meijer this morning to get some junk to eat for the rest of this week (and coffee filters, because what good is having a coffee pot and fancy coffee at your desk if you haven’t got filters to brew it?) And I used my gift-card that I got for being disgusting and scary at the work Halloween party… I assumed it would be for $5… but lo, it was for $20. And all of my junk was free. w00t!

Don't have much energy left for a detailed post... I'm on my way to bed.

recording today was awesome.
played my ass off (not literally, my ass is still here in all it's glory)
recorded something like 7 songs.
went to dinner with friends
drove home from Detroit in nasty snowy sleety mess.
people drive like dicks.
took damn near 3 hours to get home
mixed down stuff
posted 4 songs to myspace profile.
link here: http://www.myspace.com/katyism
look, I'm too exhausted to do a proper link tag. sorry.

going to bed.
interested to find out what folks think of new songs.
please?

blah. sleeep nowwwww.

Tonight was awesome! The band never ceases to amaze me, in all sorts of... well, amazing ways.
Shame on all the folks who didn't make it out.
I got to hang out with Mike and Kate for a bit after, and it was nice just getting to chat with them. I think I might actually break down and go to Merlefest this year. Turns out, I could do spring Shakori, and then the next weekend is Merle... They said I can tag along... May be fun. I'd like to take a week off of work and do that- in a major way.

Let's hope it pans out.

We got booted from the coffee shop we went to- because it closed... ahh well.

Tonight is the first night in over a year that I sort of wish I had a microwave. dammit. It would be too easy to heat up dinner in the old death-ray box and be eating now, instead of waiting for leftovers to warm in the oven... I bet they'll taste better this way though...

Also. another meme. I stealeded it from slave_ariana  , who's done some neat stuffs.

Please stop being twats now.
I already pay for your cable service. I'm sick of commercials for your cable service. Besides that, you have sunk to the lowest possible level by airing commercials that are based primarily around slandering other television service providers.
I don't care about HD, I have a 27" television, it's what kids these days are calling "old school"- the analog cable line goes into the back, and that's that. I'm satisfied with this setup.
Please turn the volume down on your commercials. It's annoying to have to snatch up the remote in a panic every 15 minutes to mute the sound so I don't blow out the speakers on aforementioned 27" television.

also. Please fire that Zach motherfucker. If you insist on running commercial programming that involves a bratty little pre-teen boy, please hire a new one who is capable of enunciating simple phrases

thanks,

your loyal customer (but only because you were the lesser evil), Katy

why is it that when I was a kid, I looked to all of my older relatives, and my parents, and I thought 'wow, they're adults... I can't wait to be one!' But now that I am the same age as my parents were when I was wee, and most of my friends are in their 30's- I still look to my parents, and to my small handful of older friends and think 'wow, they're really adults! And I can't wait for everyone around me to be one!'

why. why why why, dammit! why?
Will I forever feel older than my peers?


Why is it that Emeril only kicks it up one notch at a time. I asked someone this already, and received no response. I'm surprised he hasn't figured this one out. I mean, if people are cheering for him when he garnishes a plate of mashed potatoes with parsley, they'd be offering their firstborn if he were to just kick it up several notches at once... and say, garnish with a bird of paradise or something...

Why did Alton Brown just reference Lovecraft? that's pretty sweet.

Why do people think I'm intimidating? Am I too smart for my own good? Am I too intense? Do I have too many interests, too much curiosity???

Why... why why why, dammit! why?


and finally- why do I never tire of filling out ( these silly things? )

That was stupid... that was so stupid. Such a waste of time, but hey - The Office will be on soon, and it beat staring at the wall for half an hour.

stopped having that insane panic attack that I was having last night. It's a long story- but I think I need another vacation. Somewhere down south- April seems too far away right now- North Carolina seems too far away... Hell, everything outside of this office... feels too far away.
I had more insane dreams, but I didn't expect any better - so here- While I wait for a couple of work things before I can actually start working... I'm going to answer all of these questions that I stole from a friend's myspace page (yeah, I actually read my friends blogs over there... how about that?)


Anyway.


( this one's long )

me: why won't you tuuune?!?
me: whhyyyy woonnnn't you tuuuuuuuuuuuunnnnne!!!???!!!
prometheus: *twink*... *zccchhwweeeeeeEEEEP*
me: *sigh*
prometheus: *click*
me: What, is the truss off, or something- or am I just slowly beating you to death with my hands?
prometheus: *zchwump*
me: *shakes fist violently*
clyde: *purr*, *yyraaawwwwww*
me: okay, fine. that's it. I'm going to go play with the cat instead!
prometheus: *ti... ti... trrrriNK*
me: yep.
clyde: *purr*, *purrRRRRRRRRRRRRR*
me: *sigh* yay.


at least the cat appreciates me. adorable lump of fur that he is.


Also... 16th - I'm thinkin'... screw Beowulf- I'm going to be at the Taproom instead (long, terribly amusing story behind that, mostly involving my idiocy and good info from someone who apparently, did have my best interests in mind after all- though I'm still bloody confused about something- but hey... banjo! I hear banjo!!!!!!!!)

and 30th - GANDALF MURPHY AND THE SLAMBOVIAN CIRCUS OF DREEEEAAAAAMMMMSSSSYYYAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYY!!!!!!!!

slambovia forever!

I wrote a silly song last night...
I don't think I'm quite ready to dump the lyrics off here- it needs something more... I'm not sure yet, but I think it'll turn out to be one of my better tunes (or at the least, more personal, and raw than just about anything I've ever written).

There are a lot of things I want to say- less just to say (for once), and more to actually bounce off of the only audience that I've really got right now... But I'm holding off for a few different reasons. I really wish that the person I'm closest to in all the world (who is actually physically further away from me than anyone I know) was closer... I'm glad that my phone is free all weekend though. (geez, I just caught that I dropped half the text in that sentence... How embarrassing... I blame the laptop touchy pad fucking with my cursor)
There's some stuff that's been scaring me a lot lately, making me feel like a scared little kid, hiding under the covers as if the devil itself were standing at the foot of my bed... It's not a feeling that I'm used to, as I've browbeaten myself into believing that I'm a lot stronger mentally and emotionally than I probably really am. Some of it has to do with wasted intelligence, some to do with forcefully ignored insight... and a little bit to do with things that I have absolutely no control over at all. I'm just trying to maintain as Buddhist a perspective on all of it as I possibly can...

don't panic.
That's been my mantra this past couple of weeks.
Maybe the only way I can avoid that is to dump a little bit of it out here, in these fascinating, curvy little black and white shapes. We'll see.

I just figured I should warn you - there's a big post coming- I'll try to remember that it should go under a cut.

I got me a pair of Deer Stag stompin' boots. Black leather (yes, I'm back in black, finally) they're about jump boot height- just over the ankle... stitched... and have the nice heavy duty brownish rubber treads that never seem to wear out.

they were marked $74... but on clearance at $29. score!
I'm delighted.

I did learn today that I'm fucking amazonian (or at least, I've got amazonian feet)... I'm now in a men's 9. That's some crazy shit right there... How did I end up with such enormous feet? my mum wears a woman's 6!!!

I also got a ton of compliments today on a jacket that I've never seen as anything more than a device to keep the cold away from my body... That was nice - I am fashion oblivious, so it's rare that I get compliments... *shrug* It actually felt kinda good.


I need to know what the hell is up with all of these commercials for prescription drugs to help with bowel movements... is constipation really at an epidemic rate??? I wonder how many people see that commercial and think- hey, that's just what I need!!!
hey, folks... just so you know... you don't need to eat meat at every meal - and y'know- time proven remedy... EAT SOME FUCKING FIBER!!!

yeah, okay. enough about poo.


I just wanted to say that I got new boots, and I'm happy. my foots are happy. now I'm going to go make a sandwich, drink some beer... and restring my guitar.

Okay - so I've a lump on my head the size of an egg. It hurts, rather badly (I actually felt my brain smack the back of my skull- what a bizarre feeling)... And I suspected, albeit briefly, that I had a concussion- but as it turns out, I just have a lot of pain. Regardless, I'm going to rant for a minute here, because I've discovered a pattern that's starting to annoy me, and I'm hoping that maybe someone can give me some insight... If you don't like the content of the rant, please, feel free to blame it on the egg-sized lump that's hiding just above my hairline.
so, today, on this lovely, bitterly cold morning, I'm going to bitch about boys for a moment. And before you start to think that I'm going to bitch about boys in the same context I have been lately- please just give me a chance... This is going to seem a bit vague, but the issue itself, I think, is a bit vague. It's just that I'm sick of this... because I think that I, and a small handful of other girls, and a lot of wonderful, nerdy, sexy boys would be a whole hell of a lot happier if we could all sort of sort this thing out together.
This thing I'm talking about, this issue- you ask?

All the gods-be-damned self loathing and self effacing humour...

Every time I meet some boy who I fall head over heels for because I see that they're smart, and funny, and maybe a little weird, and (apparently according to my bizarre tastes) just plain adorable... It doesn't take long for me to also realize that they see none of these things in themselves... They talk themselves down, they have no expectations, of anything positive, ever... They make a game of seeing how badly they can insult themselves, and then ultimately, they lower their standards (which should be through the ceiling), and inevitably end up with some vacuous slut who's probably only 'into them' for a pity fuck anyway. Why is this? Why!!!

Boys, please - Geeks of the world: All of you socially awkward, music making, art creating, novel writing, history learning, acting, singing, math whiz type-guys... Just... fucking get over it. Not all women are dead from the waist up- and you need to realize it... Just as you've proven to this rare breed of geek girls that not all men are perverted, pleasure seeking, dominating assholes... Give us the chance to prove to you that girls can actually be intelligent and creative- and that some of us don't even care about bossing you around and spending all of your money on makeup and ridiculous clothes... We want to take home a boy who will sit up all night and talk about some obscure hobby instead of keeping us up all night because we're afraid of what they'll do when we finally fall asleep. We want a boy who we will be happy to keep talking to- someone who is proud of themselves, and who they are, and of the fact that they're unique and wonderful- and that they stand out like a beacon in a crowd of 'manufactured personalities'.
Please, get over it. You talk about yourselves like you aren't worth all of your wonderful talents... like you aren't worth your brilliant smiles, and your deep, contemplative gazes...
You're awesome- all of you. And I can think of so many of you who I've known over the years, or have only just met, or was just too shy to approach all of the times I've had the chance. I love you boys- you remind me that there's hope for me... the tomboyish, sci-fi addicted, bluegrass loving, guitar playing, fiction writing, fashion-oblivious, computer tech girl...

So just accept that you're all fantastic- and that some day, some girl actually will single you out- and fall in love with you for who you are, not who you (for whatever ridiculous reason) wish that people saw you as... And she will amaze you, just as much as you've always amazed her... And you really will live in a storybook sort of 'happily ever after' because you'll both be too damn smart, and way too into each other to let any of the ordinary drama of shallow, sex and appearance based relationships get in your way.

so get over it. You're cooler than the most popular jock at your high school will ever be - and you know what? You're probably doing something worthwhile and awesome with your life, and he's still living in his hometown, reliving the days when he had his pick of any girl and scored touchdowns every thursday- whether it was on the field, or under the bleachers.

fuck.

*sigh*

okay. I'm done. That just had to be said- because it's been annoying the crap out of me.

I am the punchline. *sigh*
Why are you laughing?!?



No, really... Why are you laughing, Universe?
You've been pointing your stubby little finger in my face for the last two weeks, laughing at me- and since I finally feel good about life for a change, I'm just going to refuse to put up with your shit anymore...
I'm writing again, and making music, and am finally confident that I've got my creativity back in full swing... I'm at a point where I can be proud of what I'm doing with my spare time. hell, I'm even slightly more pleased than I've been for ages with my job!

But dammit, Universe- you just keep pointing, and laughing... and throwing all of these oddities and bizarre coincidences in my face.

And I'm starting to get sick of sorting through the pile to find the good stuff.

If you're trying to force me into poking my head out of my pleasant little world of introversion and contemplation so that I might actually notice something that's actually worth noticing for once... Well, just so you know... You need to be a bit less subtle. Because I'm dense. And you've known that for just over a quarter of a century now.


So just stop, please. Be nice.

Don't be a dick.

Thanks.

I had a messed up dream last night that only made a small amount of sense, and even then, only in a strange, psychoanalytical, clinical way... Considering the dream was full of all sorts of very intimate, and mildly inappropriate imagery- I'm a bit perplexed as to why I woke up completely disengaged from all of the usual things I'd be feeling after that sort of dream.

anyway. the main reason I posted, however lame an excuse (because really, the only things I've actually been thinking about posting are pretty much too damn deep to sort out and put down in writing right now)- is this:


Someone at work filled a drawer with liquid coffee today. It was the drawer that we keep the bags of dry grounds in. It had about 1/8 inch of coffee in it. I would have laughed a lot harder, were I not one of the two people involved in cleaning up the mess.

I did get to send the company-wide email asking if anyone knew how or why it happened though.

that was pretty fun, I guess... pretty much the high point of my day, actually.


Well, that's it. That's all I've got, honestly.

p.s. I won the 'scariest' prize at the costume contest yesterday. I looked pretty gross. Maybe I'll post a picture later- I don't feel like doing it right now.

It was a stunningly autumnal day-
the kind
that makes you want to
throw out your arms
and toss back your head

and laugh-

Laugh at the beauty of it all...
the smell on the breeze
and the crispness
of the air itself
tingling
with the building charge
and promise, of a winter
that has only just been announced.

It will be cold this year,
I feel it in my bones-
but for now,
I will live in the fading sun-
slowly declining,
and drifting away -
though still, just warm enough
to leave bare skin- that loves the wind
and breath- that almost glows against the blue of sky

I will enjoy
every smile,
a little bit more-
and hear the laughter
in everything...
even in the sound of the wind
that rustles leaves-
red and gold and raining down
like some sort of
congratulatory confetti.

a reminder
that we are still alive,
in this whitening world-
a contrast to the pavement gray,
and dirty brown of summer drought-worn grass.

And so I walk, and smile- day after day-
and every evening now, I pray
that even for just two more weeks
my life will feel this way...






Also... I actually went out to lunch today- and as I was getting out of my car, some random dude shouted 'Happy Wheatland!' at me... and even though it always takes me a second when I'm not actually at Wheatland... I shouted right back. I love it when that happens, it's always nice to have a little reminder every now and then :-)

iloveenki: YAY!
iloveenki: geeks for MEEEEE!
iloveenki: I'll take one of each 'geek genre'
iloveenki: 'cept techies
iloveenki: one history nerd, one lit nerd, one theatrical geek, a musician (maybe two of those, one bass player, one banjo player), ohh- a chef (even though they're technically social outcasts, not geeks)...
iloveenki: and... and, a math whiz (who isn't into computers... someone who likes logic, and particle physics- sciency geek)
iloveenki: a theologian.
iloveenki: an etymologist
iloveenki: because, I need someone who will speak ancient, dead languages to me
Gizelnort: cool....see now you just need to work out the rotation schedule
iloveenki: Theatre geek on Monday, lit nerd and etymology threesome on Tuesday, the musicians on Wednesday, the chef on Thursday, because I always hate cooking on Thursdays. History buff on Friday, for cocoa - The scientist on Saturday, he can take me to the physics lecture as a date... and the theologian on Sunday.
iloveenki: it works
iloveenki: see.
iloveenki: you know what... I should post this.
Gizelnort: you should


EDIT: It just occurred to me that I'd be willing to go with a one-nerd-fits all policy as well... If I can find one person who has all, or at least a reasonable percentage of all of these interests... I'd have them every night, if they wanted. Yep. *nods*

so I was wrong...
And if you don't understand...
just ignore
but if you do- maybe,
just maybe...
You'll have something to say.
I have a million things I'd like to,
but every time I see you-
I choke, I falter, and stumble
and suddenly, I'm not so sure

of anything
anymore.

And instead of actually working something out
I walk away- Because I never remember what to say.

I could start simple.
'Hi'.

I could apologize,
I could tell you I got the wrong impression
long before I even judged you by your silence-
And then I have to wonder,
did you get the same impression
about me?

It probably wasn't your fault-
And if you said it, I'd certainly agree
that it was me...
After years of thinking nothing
was something
and thinking something
was nothing, after all...

'It isn't you, it's me'
always sounds so cheap -

but I wonder, if I could say it,
and shift the context for a change...
Would it feel better then?
An introduction.

Though,
maybe I should just start simple.
'Hi' would probably do just fine.
At least that's what I think -
but knowing me, after all these years-
I'll probably keep quiet- like I always do...
And leave all of the introductions
to you.

because my cable was out... and I got bored. I totally wrote another song, I got sick of working on the tune with no words- and I took a break... and this is what I've got. Contrary to what people are probably going to believe... it isn't about anything in particular - I've had sea shanties and old time tunes on my mind lately... I sat down to write, and this is just what came out...
The rhythm is sort of a one two thing with an odd frailing style strum on the beat and a bass line that plays out with the thumb on the off... chords are pretty standard - D, G for the verses and Asus, C, G, D for the 'chorus'/bridge things...
It's pretty- and I'm singing fairly 'folksy' and soft...


These mountains rise up into Carolina blue skies
And I travel down their roads, but never stop to wonder why
As these violet clouds bring down the sunset and the starshine
I look out to the sea, but never stop to say goodbye
---
'cause We always said that we'd be friends
even though we always knew that this too would end
And we always held on for a little bit too long
even though we always knew- tomorrow this could be gone.
==
these city lights blot out the darkness that I crave
You can keep your sunrise, but for me, the twilight, please save...
And this concrete ocean is too shallow for my keel
And there's no breeze to lift my sails, 'least not that I feel
---
And we always dreamed we'd sail away
but we never realized that one of us would stay
My ship will set sail without you by my side...
but I'll always remember- you had nothing to hide...
==
This moonlit woodland path is music to my spirit
And I've learned to love the dark as much as many fear it...
This ocean speaks to me in whispers and in song,
it begs my company and pleads that I won't take too long 'cause
---
I always try to run away...
But now I've got a reason, I think that I will stay
I could stand and stare out over miles of rolling tide...
And I finally feel like I've got nothing to hide...

I've got nothing to hide...


The guitar keeps going for a couple more bars, and ends with a neat little frilly bit on the d chord that I do with the high e string...


thoughts???

someone cut my cable line.

so said the tech who was out back fixing it.

so yeah. Not sure if it was random, or targeted (as no one else in the building had a problem, and I could think of a couple people who might do something like that to me, honestly)-

but still, totally, not funny.


Also, the tech looked almost exactly like Mr Eko. He was very large, and intimidating, but friendly as all hell. And he fixed my cable, so he gets ++bonus happy points.


anyway. I'm going to go watch tv, just because I can. I have to go back in to work at 5 (only for an hour, hey, Overtime is Happytime at this point)

That the very instant I say aloud 'no, I am not tired'
I suddenly find that I am overwhelmed by the desire for sleep?


sleepy mcsleeperson should be my name... Of course, it is around midnight and a half... and I've come from a fairly exhausting day full of interesting new people and intense amounts of happiness.

I want to remark on some of the awesome statements made during the service (which was refreshingly absent of any religious context), but I'm going to withhold, for now... because I'm not sure that I have another half hour of awake in me...

I'm just so happy that my geek friends are finding each other and getting all 'hooked up'- this shows some promise for my own life, maybe there is actually someone out there who could love me for my strange quirks and eccentricities- and that utter lack of coolness in any form... Heh... maybe there's even someone out there who could keep up with all of my interests...

I can see the personal now:

SWF- seeking nerdy traveling companion... Strange, but not creepy- must enjoy 10 hour stints of folk music accompanied by conversations ranging anywhere from bizarre foods to existentialism. Love of the unknown a must, interest in all things kitschy and campy preferred.
'Hotties' need not apply, I'm not looking for a boring pretty boy, I'm looking for a clearly unique best friend.



anyway... for now - I bid you all adieu, and wish you delicious dreams of... well, deliciousness.


damn, I'm tired.