Random Observations

In lieu of a proper story line, here are some bits of entertainment.

Last night, the spider did it again. The nice one (vagrant spider) fell down from the ceiling when I turned the light on in my bedroom, landing near my feet. I mean, is that a better locale? So I again slept with the small light just at the head of my bed on, assuming he'd stay away from the light. I am a foolish person. (Though he did stay away from me, as far as I know.)

I watched Gilmore Girls last night. I love that show. My favourite moment had nothing to do with plot. Sookie and Lorelei (it occurs to me I haven't a clue how to spell either of those names) went to Miss Patty's school's dance recital. During part of it, the dancers came into the aisle and danced at them and threw little glitter bits at them. Lorelei said, "Oh, I hate when they come into the aisle! It's so awkward!" I was greatly pleased. It is so awkward! Here I thought I was classist and elitist ("I'll come watch you, but don't come near me!"), but it turns out I am normal. Huzzah!

Also, I was irritated in a similar vein at some Red Cross people today. They camp out in the middle of campus (sort of) and beg money off people. It's so uncomfortable. Luckily, I'm a fast walker, so I can always say, "Sorry! Late for work!" But, I mean, maybe I should stop being polite. I could just stop and say, "Listen. You are in the middle of a university campus. Not only am I a poor student, I'm also busy. It doesn't help anyone when you slow down all of the traffic going to Uni by putting three of you campaigners across the path. Honestly. If I want to give you money, I'll come to you. Set up a booth near business building or the center of town and stop harassing the poorest people in the friggin' town." But that seems harsh. So I just mumble, "Sorry..." and run away somehow ashamed. I eat two minute noodles and budget brand rice (no, that's actually it's name: Budget Rice). Maybe I should bug you for extra money because clearly you have time to not be working, unlike the rest of us. :) All that being said, it doesn't make me angry so much as feel awkward.

Also, it's 13 days until my family comes to see me. That's awesome.

When I was little, I watched Nickelodeon. They had that face guy who talked? Like the screen would be all blue, but there would be eyes and a mouth drawn, so it was like the screen was his face. Well, once day he said that it would bring me good luck if the first thing I said on the 1st of any month was "rabbit, rabbit." I never remember. Plus, I talk to myself a lot, so I'll say things like, "What was I gonna...? Oh, teeth. Yeah, brush your teeth." I don't know if that kinda crap brings you luck, but if it does, I'm golden. Regardless, I have usually done some mumble grumble to myself before I remember. Today, I remembered. So I said "rabbit, rabbit." Is it sad that I remember that from probably more than ten years ago?

I think it's sadder that I can remember TV from more than ten years ago. I'm old.