10-26-2012, 06:12 AM
I had a whole smorgasbord of stuff going on, can't remember half of what I thought about posting though.
Dreams have been mad wacky. Including one that was a direct pun/metaphor to work on eye contact.
What ever improved mood I had is gone. I've been super pissed and under the weather with a sore throat and fever.
Earlier this week a classmate yelled at me. She's the one who was being all weirdly aggressive when she loaned me that external drive. I was talking to someone else when she took offense to something I said and started yelling at me, I just laughed at her and walked out while she was still talking. (It was break time, and I wanted to be out for my break.) It took an effort not to tell her to STFU and mind her own goddamn business.
I was in the mood for wings yesterday, you'd think that in NYC there'd be a good place for wings. There aren't that many actually. I settled on going to Hooters which has basic unbattered wings. (I am a bit of a buffalo wings purist.) When I got there I was unprepared for the group of mildly attractive women wearing not much. I was surprised to find that I had a difficult time making eye contact. Once I sat down and got talking to my waitress I was fine, actually got her talking quite a bit. I found the waitresses outfits kind of a barrier to interaction, combined with the fact that I know they're on the job. They're there to make money, flirting gets them tips. I was there for the wings. It's also kind of funny to note that although they were okay looking there were really only two there (an indian woman, lord I loves me some desi women) who were as attractive as I usually prefer. None of the other women besides my server so much as smiled at me or even looked in my direction. I realized later that I've got the subliminal "waitress" bonus from WM. Not that it would have occurred to me to bring it, I was there for wings but hey.
I rarely do well at bars or clubs anyway, there's something about them that I dislike. If I'm at a place to drink, I like drinking. If I'm at a place to hang out with friends I'm hanging out with friends, and so on. I seem to do much better being randomly introduced to a woman through whatever circumstance and then things go from there.
...that's about all I've got today. Time to deal with the nightmarish reality that is my grad degree.
Dreams have been mad wacky. Including one that was a direct pun/metaphor to work on eye contact.
What ever improved mood I had is gone. I've been super pissed and under the weather with a sore throat and fever.
Earlier this week a classmate yelled at me. She's the one who was being all weirdly aggressive when she loaned me that external drive. I was talking to someone else when she took offense to something I said and started yelling at me, I just laughed at her and walked out while she was still talking. (It was break time, and I wanted to be out for my break.) It took an effort not to tell her to STFU and mind her own goddamn business.
I was in the mood for wings yesterday, you'd think that in NYC there'd be a good place for wings. There aren't that many actually. I settled on going to Hooters which has basic unbattered wings. (I am a bit of a buffalo wings purist.) When I got there I was unprepared for the group of mildly attractive women wearing not much. I was surprised to find that I had a difficult time making eye contact. Once I sat down and got talking to my waitress I was fine, actually got her talking quite a bit. I found the waitresses outfits kind of a barrier to interaction, combined with the fact that I know they're on the job. They're there to make money, flirting gets them tips. I was there for the wings. It's also kind of funny to note that although they were okay looking there were really only two there (an indian woman, lord I loves me some desi women) who were as attractive as I usually prefer. None of the other women besides my server so much as smiled at me or even looked in my direction. I realized later that I've got the subliminal "waitress" bonus from WM. Not that it would have occurred to me to bring it, I was there for wings but hey.
I rarely do well at bars or clubs anyway, there's something about them that I dislike. If I'm at a place to drink, I like drinking. If I'm at a place to hang out with friends I'm hanging out with friends, and so on. I seem to do much better being randomly introduced to a woman through whatever circumstance and then things go from there.
...that's about all I've got today. Time to deal with the nightmarish reality that is my grad degree.
