Me: So, my day at work was weird and carrying vague yet perturbing sexual overtones.

Friend: Oh?

Me: Well, first, I found out that the company stocks the monthly issue of Maxim magazine in the break room (and let me tell you, that's one publication that's gone downhill from a sea level start), and then when I was working register, some guy spent his entire transaction staring openly at my chest.

Friend: Wow.

Me: Which was a little awkward, but mostly perplexing. It was like, dude, I have no cleavage to speak of and I'm wearing a shirt that looks like it's made out of a grandmother's handbag. What are you getting out of this?

Friend: You underestimate your breasts.

Me: You overestimate the shirt. I'm hoping it comes apart in the wash so I don't have to look at it anymore.

Friend: Well, he was probably picturing you without it.

Me: Most likely. I think everyone who looked at me today was picturing me without it. I know I was.

Friend: Mm.

Me: Then again, the guy was wearing a Cleveland Browns shirt, so he's probably used to taking what he can get.

You know you're tired when, in an effort to look up a trope, the first search term that pops to mind - and strikes you as a viable option - is "can't draw for shit".

Of course, I also spent my entire shift at work being startled by mannequins, so it's been that kind of day.

(I'm still trying to feel out whether Tyler aka Judgmental Manager aka Your Name Is Tyler Where Do You Get Off Condescending To Me responds better to polite subservience or to alpha dog snark-defiance, and I'm just really, really glad I didn't take a hands-on approach to finding out under the influence of exactly no sleep whatsoever.)

On a separate note, I've been rewatching Avatar: The Last Airbender (those of you who follow me on twitter are likely aware of this) and I've decided it's pretty much the best show. Isn't it the best show? It's totally the best show.

...See: Exactly no sleep whatsoever. I don't know; I think I'm going through a spate of increased blog activity. Ignore me as you see fit. Unless you want to talk about Avatar. I'm down for that.

P.S: Somebody threw away a device that beeps incessantly in a continual loop in the dumpster in our back yard. It's loud enough that I can hear it across the street, so keeping me awake at night wasn't even a question. The fact that it's 95 degrees in my room all the time isn't helping. Grumble grumble mutter.

So I've pretty much stopped using my journal as an actual journal and rather as a fanworks dumping ground. The reasons for this are A) not enough happens to me that would make for a witty/insightful/entertaining update, and B) I prefer writing about superheroes to writing about myself. I do not fight crime. Even if I did, I wouldn't be very good at it.

However, none of this means that I don't love you guys (even though I am, admittedly, awful at commenting on...anything). I have a twitter account (runicbinary) and a tumblr that I don't really use (also runicbinary) and I encourage anyone who feels like it to add me, because that's where I do most of my chatting and life-updates and so forth.

Um...yeah, oh, I got a job! It's at Old Navy. I start Monday. Other recent developments involve panicking about this DCU reboot bullshit and trying not to die of heatstroke. That's pretty much it. Although I did get hugged by a drag queen last Friday...

Yesterday, I did not go to work. Instead, I hit a drunk girl with my bike.

I went to the hospital with a busted elbow and knee; I now have seven stitches on my elbow, while the knee required only neosporin and band-aids. The drunk girl was perfectly fine.

I missed work. I'm almost contemplating calling off today because I'm sore and cranky and a bit dehydrated, but I can't really afford it.

Let me tell you about my night, internets

So I work the closing shift at a Jimmy John's right now, and last night I was closing with a dude named Brannon. He seemed pretty cool, we hit it off well while we were working, talked about gaming and politics and some shit, and he said he thought I was funny (which is kind of new for me? how strange). So at one point like an hour 'til closing, we were talking about how exhausted we were, and I said "Green wizard needs caffeine badly. Also, my robot brain needs beer." He proceeded to give me a very strange look indeed and then asked me if I wanted to get something to eat.

Long story short, he took me to this hilarious place called Café Bella (more on that in a minute) and bought me cheap but delicious eggplant parmesan. We talked for like three hours and now we are going to see a movie on Saturday. He seems really sweet and dorky and fun and he likes most of the same shit I like, so I am pretty pleased with this arrangement. Well, he does have a couple extremely tacky tattoos, but a person can do worse than have bad tattoos.

Anyway, Café Bella. The premise is that there is no menu. They give basic prices for basic meals, like pasta, sandwiches, etc., and then there's something called "shut up your face" which is $8 and is basically where they ask if you have any dietary restrictions and then tell you what you're going to eat. If you are nice it might come with a drink or extra side. They also have a hydroponic garden in the back where they grow herbs and plants and shit that you can buy. If you are ever in the Columbus area, I highly recommend it. The people are nice, the food is great, and it's a fun concept!

Oh, incidentally, I read Nextwave. It was glorious. Do that too.

So LiveJournal decided not to tell me about any comments I may have received in the past week. Fuck Russia.

I have a job. It's okay. I'll let you guys know when I inevitably stop having one, so expect that update in, say, two weeks or so.

The weather is absolutely pants-on-head insane right now.

It's weird watching everyone around me be relatively functional and happy while I remain a useless fuckwit no one wants to hang out with.

Fairy Tail's been pretty good lately, though.

In case anyone was wondering what I've been up to these past few weeks, I got a job as a neighborhood canvasser and then lost it because I'm bad at canvassing. But seriously, you guys, if a canvasser ever comes to your door collecting for anything, as long as it's not something you hate or vehemently disagree with, just give them five bucks. Everybody has five bucks and it will make their fucking day. They have to be all professional at the door but as soon as they leave they're like EEEE SOMEBODY DONATED EEEE. I'm not even kidding. Well I'm exaggerating slightly but it's basically true and I definitely did that on a few occasions. ALSO, please don't support blowing the tops off of mountains to get coal because it's a really dumb thing to do.

And now, an icon meme.

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I HAVE A JOB. Tech support at Teleperformance. I start on the 28th. WOOOOOO

Also, I joined Twitter. I'm runicbinary. Friend me, bitches. (God knows I never update this thing.)

So, uh, I'm alive.

Thursday: Saw Star Trek. Prognosis: FUCKING AWESOME. A++, would watch again. Hopefully will! Also, got a haircut. ( Cut for hair!Collapse )

Friday: Went to a concert at Lock 3, a local outdoor auditorium that has free live music on Fridays. There was a Dave Matthews tribute band on; they were pretty good. I spent most of the time watching an aging hippie couple dance on the walkway.

Saturday: Went to breakfast with my dad. Did I mention he was in town? He's gone home now. For once, there was very little drama.

Sunday: I talked to some dude at work about my brother for awhile, and he came back half an hour later with three CDs by a band called October Rising - he does the lead vocals. He told me "14-year-olds who hate everything are our main market. See what he thinks." I haven't taken a listen yet, but the lyrics are pretty (probably intentionally) funny. Updates at 11.

Ongoing: I'm on OK Cupid now. Found a guy who seems cool, but he hasn't gotten back to me yet, if at all. News at 10.


ETA: I have listened to the first three songs on my October Rising CD and have concluded that they are pretty awesome. Check 'em out. The dude on the far right of the picture is the one who gave the me the CD. He looks much friendlier in person.

There's this dude at work named Mitch I kind of like in a tentative, "I don't know whether I just think you're cool and wanna hang out with you or if I would honestly be receptive if you put the moves on" kind of way, because I'm an awkward human being. But he's neat, we have a lot of stuff in common, and whenever we work together (not very often) we end up talking each others' ears off the whole time. Also, I'm not gonna lie, I have been flirting with him like a ridiculous thing. It's entertaining; what can I say.

So today after a long and hellish shift that ended at 10 pm, Mitch was like, "Man, I'm so tired, but now I wanna go out and do something. You wanna come?" So I was like "Sure, that'd be great."

We went to Applebees and had dinner, and then we sat in his car and listened to stand-up comedy for like an hour and he drove me home. It was fun!

However, I have no fucking clue whether it was like a casual date, or friends hanging out. He's super laid-back about everything, so I really can't tell. He made a couple comments at dinner about other girls he was vaguely into, but on the other hand, we shared dessert and he wanted to know what I was wearing under my shirt, so...hell if I know.

Either way, it was pretty sweet. I need to get out and do shit more often.