These are my last few days of quasi-freedom, before I become a slave to the timeclock again.
And, can I afford to not take the GSU presidency? I mean, hello, internship...
The yelly lady is certainly in fine form. Indeed, she's unusually coherent; I hear that there's something about "God damn mental retards" -- for whatever reason, this has been the latest (all today, all yesterday...) theme...
I think I need to get out tonight. Get out and do what, I'm not sure.
When Little Fayoumis and I hang out, we usually get to discussing theoretical things, like behavior, and what's acceptable and what's not, and science, and all sorts of things.
Today, my lava lamp was the lesson on convection, and we clarified that "worthless" is "totally not working for anything", and a lava lamp that wasn't doing the convection thing right wouldn't be worthless if the light was still working.
Today we discussed "cool" and "awesome". Little Fayoumis said that Mommy's co-worker who was over the other day was his best guy; I asked what about Darkside? Evidently they are all his best guys, because they are cool, and what makes them cool is that they are awesome. Clarifying further, some of the things that actually make people awesome is if they're funny, if they like games, if they have cool hair and cool clothes and like Strongbad. Then he digressed about how Strongbad had played some trick on Homestar. I firmly told him that being mean made someone mean, not cool, even if you thought they were cool, if they're being mean to someone else, it's still mean and not cool.
Then we got into thornier ethical territory: what if someone asks you if they're cool, but you think they're not cool? If you tell them they're not cool, that's mean. If you tell them they are cool, that's a lie. So what you do instead is find something that is cool about them, and talk about that! Like, if they're good at spelling, tell them that. That way, you will be telling the truth and being nice!
Everybody's been spending the afternoon cleaning stuff. Little Fayoumis has been hanging out in my room watching me doing stuff. I've been putting away laundry, sorting things, and making sure that things are put away in the general right place. I hooked up the speakers that are in the top shelf of my wicker green Dreadful, and we've been utterly rocking out.
You can almost sit on my couch again. I've been contributing to the cleaning out of my closet by sipping happily at the sour apple booze. Not bad, especially after you've had a bit of it already.
Evidently you can see my floor now. That's mostly because I got my bed back up on my bed, and also got the tech stuff into my closet, and the couch is almost visible again as well.
Chickenburger, chocolate ice cream, and a decent sound system. I have the couch all cleared off now, all the laundry put away. The "thinking of you" candle is burned down to the base, and the Happy Household candle is on. The lava light is happily playing with convection, and the blacklight is on, and a few small lamps. (Light is something I like to play with.)
After I embroider more beads on that shirt I've been working on for a few years, and maybe finish it, I'm going to do some crocheting.
I finally finished the beaded shirt that I've been working on since 2001. It's a navy blue cotton T-shirt, and now it has lighter blue beads around the hems of the bottom and the sleeves, and a fringe of beads around the front of the collar. It's pretty, and it's done. It's related to that white shirt with the same blue beads, but somewhat different.
Maybe I'll post pictures later.
Last night, a little after eleven, I had the strongest feeling that Darkside was thinking of me. There was a moment where, if we'd been talking in person, I would have teased him for being awake after his bedtime, and he would have made a face at me and talked about how addicted he was to his anime, and would have teased me right back.
Dreams are nothing but the wistful fantasies of an overheating mind.