Goodbye, cruel world wide web

I am full of wild speculation about the mental states of people who click on the "Delete Your Blog" button. Did their boyfriends start reading? Have they been untrue? Are they being stalked? Do their blogs incriminate them? Do they work at the White House?

I lost a fight with a battle

Actually, I'm not sure if I feel good about that dude hitting on me. Guys hitting on girls they don't know in bars often run through everything that's wrong with male-female relationships in about ten seconds. Ever see that thing where a guy hits on a girl and she'll refer to her boyfriend, and the two guys end up talking each other into a fight over her? What I don't get is this: it's not like if the other guy wins she's going to change her mind and date him. I never understood that in fairy tales, either. Kings are always running contests to see who gets to marry their daughters. Sure, it used to be women's place in the world. But where do people get the idea that that's still valid?

Half the time

It's been a busy night. A guy in my group turned in his master's thesis, so we all went out after work. A dude tried to pick me up, which kind of made me feel good even though he was basically drunk enough that he'd pick up anybody. Then on the bus home I ran into R., who I haven't seen in a while. I got hijacked into going to his friend's house and playing card/board games about zombies. It was dorky, but hanging out with them was fun.

I'm glad Matt's coming back this weekend. I'd rather hang out and talk than write emails and post to my blog (sorry blog).

np: flashing lights - where the change is

When the party's over, it will start again

While I was upstairs having noodles with my housemates, one of their kitchen cabinets fell off the wall. It went like this: P. opened the cabinet to get a glass, and the screws holding the top of the cabinet both came loose, so it tried to rotate downward. He caught it, but a few glasses fell out and smashed on the floor, and we emptied the cabinet while he held it up. We ended up taking it the rest of the way off the wall, because there was no other safe thing to do. I bet now they feel the same way I felt the second time the ceiling fell in. It's like being betrayed, but by a building.

Any day looks good to me

I surprised myself by doing extra well at Kuk Sool today. I did this weird-ass kick where you jump, do a side kick, turn over and do another side kick with the other leg, and then land. On the first try! There were some things I didn't remember, but the things I remembered I did well. It was satisfying.
This is a note to myself: I need to work on stances, doing forms on the opposite side, pointing my feet in the same direction as my hands, and knowing which falls go with which technique in case my partner doesn't. Also there are some things I should know that I haven't been taught, but that's not exactly my fault.

And yesterday R. had a party, which was low-key but very nice. B. and T. showed up; I want to become better friends with all three of these people, so I was pleased that they could all be in the same place like that. There was also a little bit of halfhearted dancing. I think people find it hard to dance at parties with less than a certain population per square foot. Everyone gave it a good try, though.
I think there's such a thing as a friend-crush, where you want to be friends with someone but you're not yet, so they make you a little pleasantly uncomfortable. Just like crushes, but without any implication of ever making out.

Matt either worked or slept all weekend. I felt a little sorry for him, but neither activity was something where I could pick up part of the load. He needs to have normal weekend stuff to do, like lawn care. I can help with lawn care.

np: Saturday Looks Good to Me: You Work All Weekend
Also: I am happy to have acquired many, many candy canes - and eaten many of those.

Unholiday

Here is a blurry picture of my 3-foot-tall wobbly christmas tree with colored lightbulbs for ornaments. Is it wrong for me to like celebrating Christmas even if I'm not Christian myself? I sure do like brightly colored things, trees in my house, cookies, and presents. It's not like the Christians had those things first. Maybe in 20 years or so when they get the first non-experimental fusion plant online I can start celebrating Fusion Day. But on the same day as Christmas. The point will be to conspicuously consume a lot of electricity by baking cookies and putting lights on things. Also, it won't hurt to give people electronic presents. Or presents in general.

I think I'm one of the only people out there who genuinely thinks science is romantic. Well, me and the Flaming Lips.

Watch out baby 'cause I'm using technology

Fusion power! I tell you, we are about to live in the future.