stuff & nonsense
Oct. 18th, 2010 05:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
slowlyunfoldingOh Mondays. They are just not my cup of tea. Today took forever to get through. Weird. I feel this incredible urge to art journal lately, so that's been preoccupying a lot of my time. I'm supposed to be restringing a bunch of beads into a bracelet for a lady that shares space in my office. My heart is just not in it. I think I will be returning her beads & telling her I couldn't do anything with them. I just don't want to, and I'm sure that would come through in the finished product. I've been putting it off, one way or another, and I'm clearly just not doing it. I'm totally okay with not doing this project too.
Hmm. I was wondering why do people protect their tweets on Twitter? Doesn't that turn the experience into an instant message platform then? Why not simply use an instant message platform, and/or email? I'm missing something here, I think. Oh well. I'm an olds. I'm not even sure what happens half the time when pressing all these buttons and gewgaws. Yeah, I said GEWGAW. *finger snap*
On the weekend, Mike & I were at Williams, for a little dessert/coffee/chai latte thing after grabbing a bite at another joint. There was a table of little girls behind us that drove us out of the cafe. One girl literally did not stop talking in order to breathe. Her conversation was peppered with phrases like, "that is seriously cute," or "LIKE OMG!" It seemed like she'd just been released from 6 years of solitary confinement & had forgotten how to communicate with other humans. One of her friends tried to speak, but this babbler kept cutting her off. It didn't help that she was sitting sideways to her friend & instead of talking at at normal volume, she had to yell everything. You will be pleased to know that I learned that drunk people tend to be found in bars (LIKE OMG! SOOOO DRUNK), and that is she not friends with Natalie. It wasn't the inanity of her conversation that drove me insane, it was that baby-girl voice that I've noticed some girls seem to be able to put on, that I just cannot block out. Paris Hilton tends to talk with a baby-girl voice in most clips I've endured seeing of her. That fake, plastic sweetness makes me instantly stabbity.
The bread has gone moldy. Eww. New loaf from the freezer is currently defrosting on the counter. I think it's high time for some chips.
Hmm. I was wondering why do people protect their tweets on Twitter? Doesn't that turn the experience into an instant message platform then? Why not simply use an instant message platform, and/or email? I'm missing something here, I think. Oh well. I'm an olds. I'm not even sure what happens half the time when pressing all these buttons and gewgaws. Yeah, I said GEWGAW. *finger snap*
On the weekend, Mike & I were at Williams, for a little dessert/coffee/chai latte thing after grabbing a bite at another joint. There was a table of little girls behind us that drove us out of the cafe. One girl literally did not stop talking in order to breathe. Her conversation was peppered with phrases like, "that is seriously cute," or "LIKE OMG!" It seemed like she'd just been released from 6 years of solitary confinement & had forgotten how to communicate with other humans. One of her friends tried to speak, but this babbler kept cutting her off. It didn't help that she was sitting sideways to her friend & instead of talking at at normal volume, she had to yell everything. You will be pleased to know that I learned that drunk people tend to be found in bars (LIKE OMG! SOOOO DRUNK), and that is she not friends with Natalie. It wasn't the inanity of her conversation that drove me insane, it was that baby-girl voice that I've noticed some girls seem to be able to put on, that I just cannot block out. Paris Hilton tends to talk with a baby-girl voice in most clips I've endured seeing of her. That fake, plastic sweetness makes me instantly stabbity.
The bread has gone moldy. Eww. New loaf from the freezer is currently defrosting on the counter. I think it's high time for some chips.