Here's a video by Weezer that I think is cool. It has Internet celebrities like Tay Zonday. This is not an original idea but I still like it. It seems that
trapezzoid's Potter Puppet Pals were supposed to be in there but FedEx lost them.
It looks like I stopped regularly updating again. For some reason I feel like I should write in here all the time, even if I don't have anything worthwhile to say. Today I went to the post office. On the way there, some guys were yelling at each other angrily; one was standing at a building and one was walking away, ahead of me, so I was between them. (It's probably not necessary to explain this.) The guy at the building shouted, "You're a fucking weirdo!" The guy walking ahead of me shouted, "Yeah, you're a fucking faggot punk!" Then: "Have Jake call me!" I was amused by this but tried not to smile because I thought he might have been in the mood to accost me with "what the fuck are you smiling at?" or something. At the post office I was mailing a box to a friend and I wrote the addresses on with a marker and I did it wrong, writing them upside-down or something. I felt stupid, especially since I did this twice the last time I tried to mail a box, so it ended up being covered in addresses.
Yesterday I did the blood thing. Apparently I'd gained six pounds since Tuesday... but my pants were looser than they have been in a while, to the point where it was almost uncomfortable to walk because I had to keep tugging on them. Yesterday I was back down to the Tuesday weight but now it's back up again. My body confuses me. After the bloodening I went to
Fred Meyer and discovered that the alarm clocks actually are in the electronics department. Maybe they're in other places in other monster stores.
Wednesday, I talked to a guy about a job. I was very nervous about this, incredibly nervous. Knowing that it was probably obvious how nervous I was made me even more nervous. (I have trouble telling how much I communicate nonverbally. I assume anything in my head could be figured out by the right person. I blame
Robert Jordan and his books full of characters who can tell how other characters are feeling based on subtle clues, which makes me worry that everyone can do that, but he died so I forgive him.) I met him at a coffee shop. I was fifteen minutes early because buses, much like busses, don't give you much leeway... at least in terms of leeway. I'm just going to assume that makes sense. When I got there, I went directly to the bathroom then came out and looked around for the guy whose picture I had hunted down but couldn't really remember. Looking at people is another thing that makes me nervous because of my glasses-needing eyesight and also I don't know if people are recognizing me or just looking at me. I didn't see him; I sat down to wait; then he came over. He was in the one place I hadn't looked and I don't know why I didn't look there. He first had me sign a non-disclosure agreement saying I wouldn't talk about his project, which is basically Grand Theft Auto but with preschoolers. Not really. He did most of the talking, explaining what he was doing and what he was going to be doing. I was sweating, which I think was mostly due to the ten blocks of walking from the place the bus let me off to the coffee shop. This probably made me seem even more nervous. I don't like it when people I don't know know I'm nervous. I feel like they know more about me than I want them to know. Know know know know. Nobody can do the shing-a-ling like I do. Uh, anyway, my impression was that due to my lack of experience he probably won't hire me as a programmer, but there's a small chance he'll ask me to be a debugger.
That's a huge wall of text. It's the kind of thing I would probably skim through if I came across it on my friends page. I'm way behind on my friends page again.
There was a big park near the coffee shop, so, feeling calm now that the thing was over, I walked through that park without aim. There was a big pond that had some ducks in it. As I was walking by I noticed that some of the ducks were at the edge of the pond near me so I walked over to look at them. Four mallards were floating there, making their duck noises. Then some other ones came over and they all made noises at each other, or perhaps at me. I wonder if they were seeing if I would feed them. I saw a sign, and it opened up my eyes, which asked us not to feed the ducks because, for one thing, then the ducks would become dependent on us, and also there were a bunch of other reasons. I don't think I've really looked at ducks much, at least not in a long time. It's cool how when they float across the water it looks like they've got motors because nothing on them seems to move since their hidden webbed feet are pushing them along. The park was nice and I thought it would be ideal for stressed-out city dwellers to unwind, except that that didn't apply to me, but then I realized I have been very stressed lately. I haven't experienced nature in a while, even the sort of artificial nature that a city park gives you. I grew up around nature—I spent many summers
here—so I guess I got tired of it, which, I gather, is not the reaction most people would have.