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I don't like changing seasons. My sleep cycle has been bizarre lately (is it possible to complain about getting too much sleep?) and I feel weird and anxious and constantly like I want to run from something, and I'm blaming the changing seasons because hell if I know that there's any other cause, besides my novel (SO CLOSE TO yet SO FAR AWAY FROM completion) giving me hell. I know I'm just avoiding it and if I sit down and put my brainz to it it won't be nearly as hard as I think it will be, but the more I don't write the less I want to, which is so very, very bad. But I'll work through it. I CAN DO THIS. With the help of caps, because I sure do loves me some capslock, apparently.
Went to the mall two days in a row, once with my mother and once with my boyfriend. The perfume counter ALMOST had a Kylie perfume, but found out that it's actually in the Countryside mall, which is so far away it's ridiculous. So that was a massive let-down, especially since I didn't even go to the mall looking for Kylie, then they said she was there and then she wasn't, which was more of a disappointment than it would have been if I had asked and they'd just said no.
I also met some of his nerdfriends and man, they are... not my kind of nerd. There's no nice way to say that. I'm not that kind of a gamer. I mean, I watch Star Trek (the original, I mean) and I have SNES and DOS emulators on my harddrive and know how to use them (speaking of dosbox, I keep playing SuperMunchers like I did in like, first grade, and I still suck at it, and it's soooooo 90s, it even references Michael and Janet Jackson and OJ Simpson from before it became taboo to talk about him), and I know what "abandonware" means, and I love LotR, and there's even an xbox (not mine) sitting in my house (that I don't know how to use and don't care about since it's my boyfriend's and not mine and he's just keeping it here so his brother doesn't touch it) and I still have my Pokemon cards, and I'm still not enough of a nerd.
They were nice, but it was definitely one of those "huge fake smile can we go now please please please" moments. We only stayed a few minutes because he needed some paints from the nerdstore. Which, thank God, because I would have died. My boyfriend freely admits that they're so stereotypical it hurts, which means he's not one of them because if he was I would cry so hard.
Huh. That's an odd note to end on, but I've suddenly run into a wall here. I could probably ramble some more (because I have so very many thoughts) but it's probably time to go.
-2:43 AM
Went to the mall two days in a row, once with my mother and once with my boyfriend. The perfume counter ALMOST had a Kylie perfume, but found out that it's actually in the Countryside mall, which is so far away it's ridiculous. So that was a massive let-down, especially since I didn't even go to the mall looking for Kylie, then they said she was there and then she wasn't, which was more of a disappointment than it would have been if I had asked and they'd just said no.
I also met some of his nerdfriends and man, they are... not my kind of nerd. There's no nice way to say that. I'm not that kind of a gamer. I mean, I watch Star Trek (the original, I mean) and I have SNES and DOS emulators on my harddrive and know how to use them (speaking of dosbox, I keep playing SuperMunchers like I did in like, first grade, and I still suck at it, and it's soooooo 90s, it even references Michael and Janet Jackson and OJ Simpson from before it became taboo to talk about him), and I know what "abandonware" means, and I love LotR, and there's even an xbox (not mine) sitting in my house (that I don't know how to use and don't care about since it's my boyfriend's and not mine and he's just keeping it here so his brother doesn't touch it) and I still have my Pokemon cards, and I'm still not enough of a nerd.
They were nice, but it was definitely one of those "huge fake smile can we go now please please please" moments. We only stayed a few minutes because he needed some paints from the nerdstore. Which, thank God, because I would have died. My boyfriend freely admits that they're so stereotypical it hurts, which means he's not one of them because if he was I would cry so hard.
Huh. That's an odd note to end on, but I've suddenly run into a wall here. I could probably ramble some more (because I have so very many thoughts) but it's probably time to go.
-2:43 AM
