Did it again this morning.
Feb. 6th, 2004 05:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aruanThrew on socks and shoes, put in my contacts, and grabbed a '''Smores pop tart before running to class. Got there past nine this time, but my lab guy was sympathetic to my sleeping through my alarm given the heavy cold medication. What I left out was getting home from work around 2:30 last night, because Steph invited me along to have dinner with her and Cameron at Pita Pit.
Which was delightful. Turns out she's a freshman, he's a senior, both English/Philosophy majors who definitely have something discreet and low-key going that's really cool. Both very mellow, smart kids, happy doing what they do and just as fantastic off the clock as on. Plus, as if Cameron needed to endear himself to me any more, he drives a manual shift red Mustang.
This job is so seriously the best thing to happen to me in about a thousand ways, and even hard days (which yesterday so, so was, though, note to self, taking a walk to the production room and doing about ten minutes of stretching makes a world of difference) I'd rather be at the office than anywhere else. And slowly becoming a part of it has been great, too - they've given me an office phone, a front-page article to proof, I'm now included in the choosing of restaurants when we call out for dinner, Kelly invited me to an office-wide Grammy costume party, and people swing by my desk to chat. Steph said something interesting about feeling like she's needed and how that changed everything about her attitude in general, but being at the Alligator is much more than just a job. I love it, I really do.
I missed my mom something fierce all day yesterday. Between being sick, being overwhelmed, and the clammy, gloomy weather, all I've wanted to do is keep warm, sleep, and be loved. My body can't decide between fever and unresolvably chilly and all I want is for someone to indulge me. Shall seriously contemplate driving down after tomorrow night's festivities for Logan.
I've mentioned this, but the boy really made me question a couple things.
I'm not a generally or overly talkative person. But sometimes, get me started on something I have an opinion either way on (or just happen to be enthusiastic/curious about at the time) and I can go all night. But not one-way - I don't make enough of my own fun in conversation to keep going without audience participation. I generally try to be engaging and entertaining in the process as well, but especially if the topic is something I suspect that person isn't as gung-ho about.
Have I mentioned the boys almost complete reluctance? Inability? With picking up my conversation threads involving even general celebrity/pop culture-related topics?
The problem seems to be that I like hearing about the things others know and love, whatever they may be. Perhaps because I love talking about my own interests and getting others excited about them, but mostly, I like seeing their enthusiasm, hearing about new things from the inside and from someone not afraid to put it out there about themselves that he/she likes it, whatever that may be.
The boy hasn't done that at all, and it makes me wonder if it's too much for most people, if feeling strongly about things puts people off, or simply just makes them go into indulgent mode. Isn't it good that someone has interests, passions, things they know and care about? Doesn't this add to their character, isn't it a good sign that they're not afraid to be honest and put themselves out there? I've never seen my ability (now, sometimes I clam up for no real reason and that's entirely different) to make conversation, but the boy's nonresponsiveness to what I'm putting out there, either in sharing or reciprocating, has me a little wary.
I've been having truly heinous-sounding coughing fits that make it sound like my alveoli are learning the backstroke. Not to mention my brain slowly cooking in its own cerebrospinal fluid despite aforementioned medication. But I've been keeping busy. I'm writing the mother of all essays, not that it'll be relevant by the time I get it posted, but damn it, it's good, and I like the structure, and people have had such smart things to say about so much stupidity. I want to remember this week - it's been a great one for entertainment and investigative reporting, federal policy and its responsiveness to mass unfounded hysteria, social norms, standardizing subjective tastes, etc.
I love how Conan comes out every night like he's surprised he's the one hosting the evening's madness. And Meghan Mullally! Also, I need chocolate, of which there is exactly none here. There'd definitely be chocolate at my house. Yeah, going home Saturday afternoon sounds just about like heaven.
*hugs Schiz tight* You and me, baby, gonna run away to Orlando and stir up some shit someday. Oh, and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ficwalker? Thank you so much. That song meant more to me right just now than you know. Also, bonus Robbie! *g*
Quotes of the Past Four Days:
Monday:
"...not only one of post-Thriller pop's most ambitious and exhilarating records, but a gleefully unfocused work... It's never easy to leave the Shire, even as an absurdly rich, oversized hobbit, but, Gandalf willing, Middle Earth could soon belong to JC."
-Yancey Strickler
Tuesday:
"The Keg Party is for the children."
-Keg Party presidential candidate Travis Marsh
Wednesday:
"I need more cowbell!"
-Christopher Walken on an SNL skit
Thursday:
"Petra Nemkova."
-as pronounced by Craig Kilborn
Which was delightful. Turns out she's a freshman, he's a senior, both English/Philosophy majors who definitely have something discreet and low-key going that's really cool. Both very mellow, smart kids, happy doing what they do and just as fantastic off the clock as on. Plus, as if Cameron needed to endear himself to me any more, he drives a manual shift red Mustang.
This job is so seriously the best thing to happen to me in about a thousand ways, and even hard days (which yesterday so, so was, though, note to self, taking a walk to the production room and doing about ten minutes of stretching makes a world of difference) I'd rather be at the office than anywhere else. And slowly becoming a part of it has been great, too - they've given me an office phone, a front-page article to proof, I'm now included in the choosing of restaurants when we call out for dinner, Kelly invited me to an office-wide Grammy costume party, and people swing by my desk to chat. Steph said something interesting about feeling like she's needed and how that changed everything about her attitude in general, but being at the Alligator is much more than just a job. I love it, I really do.
I missed my mom something fierce all day yesterday. Between being sick, being overwhelmed, and the clammy, gloomy weather, all I've wanted to do is keep warm, sleep, and be loved. My body can't decide between fever and unresolvably chilly and all I want is for someone to indulge me. Shall seriously contemplate driving down after tomorrow night's festivities for Logan.
I've mentioned this, but the boy really made me question a couple things.
I'm not a generally or overly talkative person. But sometimes, get me started on something I have an opinion either way on (or just happen to be enthusiastic/curious about at the time) and I can go all night. But not one-way - I don't make enough of my own fun in conversation to keep going without audience participation. I generally try to be engaging and entertaining in the process as well, but especially if the topic is something I suspect that person isn't as gung-ho about.
Have I mentioned the boys almost complete reluctance? Inability? With picking up my conversation threads involving even general celebrity/pop culture-related topics?
The problem seems to be that I like hearing about the things others know and love, whatever they may be. Perhaps because I love talking about my own interests and getting others excited about them, but mostly, I like seeing their enthusiasm, hearing about new things from the inside and from someone not afraid to put it out there about themselves that he/she likes it, whatever that may be.
The boy hasn't done that at all, and it makes me wonder if it's too much for most people, if feeling strongly about things puts people off, or simply just makes them go into indulgent mode. Isn't it good that someone has interests, passions, things they know and care about? Doesn't this add to their character, isn't it a good sign that they're not afraid to be honest and put themselves out there? I've never seen my ability (now, sometimes I clam up for no real reason and that's entirely different) to make conversation, but the boy's nonresponsiveness to what I'm putting out there, either in sharing or reciprocating, has me a little wary.
I've been having truly heinous-sounding coughing fits that make it sound like my alveoli are learning the backstroke. Not to mention my brain slowly cooking in its own cerebrospinal fluid despite aforementioned medication. But I've been keeping busy. I'm writing the mother of all essays, not that it'll be relevant by the time I get it posted, but damn it, it's good, and I like the structure, and people have had such smart things to say about so much stupidity. I want to remember this week - it's been a great one for entertainment and investigative reporting, federal policy and its responsiveness to mass unfounded hysteria, social norms, standardizing subjective tastes, etc.
I love how Conan comes out every night like he's surprised he's the one hosting the evening's madness. And Meghan Mullally! Also, I need chocolate, of which there is exactly none here. There'd definitely be chocolate at my house. Yeah, going home Saturday afternoon sounds just about like heaven.
*hugs Schiz tight* You and me, baby, gonna run away to Orlando and stir up some shit someday. Oh, and
ficwalker? Thank you so much. That song meant more to me right just now than you know. Also, bonus Robbie! *g*Quotes of the Past Four Days:
Monday:
"...not only one of post-Thriller pop's most ambitious and exhilarating records, but a gleefully unfocused work... It's never easy to leave the Shire, even as an absurdly rich, oversized hobbit, but, Gandalf willing, Middle Earth could soon belong to JC."
-Yancey Strickler
Tuesday:
"The Keg Party is for the children."
-Keg Party presidential candidate Travis Marsh
Wednesday:
"I need more cowbell!"
-Christopher Walken on an SNL skit
Thursday:
"Petra Nemkova."
-as pronounced by Craig Kilborn
