A recent argument with my parents has spurred me to write a list of all my notable actions and achievements I've accomplished in life.
I drew a blank.School is going fairly well, as well as Sleep Hour and Nap History go.It's not that I try to zonk out in the middle of class, I just have rearranged my schedule so drastically that sleep is forced to run circles around my planner until it tires and keels over on any given hour out of the day.My spanish teacher was courteous enough not to disturb me until class was over.Today was slightly better.Pushing aside the 84% on the Beowulf test and the 140-word Spanish worksheet and Calculus test that I surely got a D+ on, I caught a guy looking at me. It wasn't a glance this time.He was on a bike, and I passed him. He looked at me then.He turned off the sidewalk and down a driveway. Eye contact.I watched as he turned again and went down the street. Riding a bike in university road traffic and he still looked at me.Well surely he was checking this out.Or perhaps he was wondering who the hell reads anymore. Or why some weirdo in a felt coat is looking at him. These are vastly more likely.I should refrain from judgements when I'm not wearing my glasses (They're broken), but he was blonde and appeared to have some amount of facial hair, two ticks statistically in his favor on my Preferred Traits list.I've picked up some new video games, remembering that having a job usually means having money.Tales of the Abyss is fucking awesome and you should play it, unless you're Charlie Carlo and hate Japanese things. There's also Rhythm Thief and the Emperor's Treasure, which is like Professor Layton x Rhythm Heaven. It's amazing.HOW I LOVE NOT HAVING A COMPUTER.I COULD BUY ONE TODAY, BUT THEN I WOULN'T BE ABLE TO FUND MY CAR.Work today was TOTAL ASS. McDonalds may have a reputation of sometimes taking forever to serve you, but ours in particular has that as standard.986 seconds for McNuggets and a sandwich.It's not like we're understaffed, either. There were 13 of us here today, which is 5 more than the schedule called for.Someone at work is going around blabbing to everyone that I'm gay and a few days ago one of the short Mexican ladies came up to me and was all EHHH ERES HOMOSEXUAL? NO ES BUENO CHICO, DEBES GUSTAR A LAS CHIIIICAAAASI would like to punch him, but I have an image to maintain here, and that's the perpetually happy marshmallow who puts a disturbing amount of cheer into everything he says. It's either that, or the strict commandeering type, if I want to be better considered for a promotion, and it's been proven that I am physically incapable of yelling at people for any more than 16 seconds.I tried drawing something today, perhaps in preparation of the enormous workload that something as large as New Estherson would impose, but nothing happened.I guess I'm still burnt out from the last shot at a comic book, which I think hit 170 pages.Out of 220.I'm also feeling the musical creativity leak out of me. I can't put pencil to staff and have lost the drive to just noodle around on the piano. I wonder what's wrong.Clearly I'm not depressed, I'm still being quite optimistic, if idiotically so.Proof: Thinking that guys are seeing me as attractive.I mean, I know that GIRLS are, but fat lot of good that'll do. I love how I'm magically a ladies' man now that I don't want them.…My dad's here. I was wondering when I'd get to go home. I've been at work today for a whole TWO HOURS.
all I see when I look at a post by Rob:
Did you even read the post?
No, let me put my glasses on. Fuck. I can barely find the keys rgiht nwo.
I only posted the image, because that's all I could see. I don't hvae my glasses. :(
Rez is such a cute doggy.
Poor Taizen's blog topic. :(
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Keep working, but find another job in your free time. I can't imagine being around grease so often is all that enjoyable. Question though, do you get along with people at work? Talk on breaks, talk after work, joke during work, stuff like that? I don't think I could work in a place where I was constantly worried about people talking about me.
I tried to imagine myself in your situation with making eye contact with that guy, though I think I'd automatically assume that I look weird, or he is only looking at me because he saw me looking at him, and if he caught me looking at him I'd instantly look away. I do this with everyone, in fact I pretty much try to avoid that as often as possible by staring at the ground any time I pass someone. What I'm trying to get at, how the hell is it possible to tell if someone is looking at you or checking you out when you can't fucking see them, or is this just me?