One: it's very fun having crushes on people. Two: it's actually easier when you know they can never be realised. Unbelievably, I've managed to contract (yes, it's like a disease) a crush on at least three coworkers. I am unaccountably thrilled to have found out that one has a fiancé and one has a girlfriend. I don't know about the last, and that's going to bother me. Especially because he's really interesting. Oh well.

Tomorrow I'm having a picnic with friends. A few friends, anyhow. Lisa, Rob, Brendan, Marie and Rachel should all be coming. I really need to get to know Rachel better, too, if I'm considering having her move in here in a month or so. I hope this all works out all right.

So I have this bizarre obsession with travelling kinds of food. I think this is linked to childhood obsessions with knight stories, etc. Anyhow, the concept of having food which would survive intact in a saddle bag is just.... it calls me. Yeah. So if I ever had my bizarre dream vacation, there would be one point in which I'd go on a journey through some bit of the UK on a horse (ha, wish me luck) and I'd have saddle bags filled with hard cheeses and rolls, nuts, perhaps apples, and whatever beverage. Did I mention that my mind has no logic whatsoever inside? Devoid of sense, I am.

They tell you not to scratch mosquito bites, but they don't tell you the real reason: they bites themselves will go away in a few days. When you accidentally scratch too hard *next to* the bite and rip your skin off, that'll stay with you for a week and a half. Oddly enough I feel like this particular injury is shameful and unsightly, and it really bothers me. I don't mind scratches, bruises, burns... but this? It's just a tiny circle of lost flesh. Maybe the size of the end of a cigarette. It really agitates me.

I bought meat today. That sort of weirds me out. I spent six dollars on it. That's six dollars that's unquestionably not something I can avail myself of. I keep poking at the vegetarianism like it's a wound, but it won't go away any time soon. I've gotten to the point where meat genuinely revolts me. It's all personal conditioning. Now ask me how the hell I'm managing to make ham and cheese and tuna sandwiches for other people. Ha. Well, I also bought watercress, peppers, celery, etc. So I spent more on non-meat sandwichness, anyhow.

Tomorrow night is our team meeting for this month. I'm really anxious. I completed all my classes, and I am theoretically eligible to be put up for the vote. I don't know if Maria's going to do that, though. I really freakin' hope so. It'd make my life so much easier, financially. *sigh* Pray for me, or something? And I *think* I deserve it. Everyone at the store is surprised I'm not a member yet, it seems.

Muenster cheese tastes *really excellent*.

I guess the theory is that I'm trying to be social.... I went to a slashdot meetup day before yesterday. Gods, stop laughing. It was interesting. I was anticipating hating it. Oddly I rather liked it. But was semi-uncomfortable for good bits of it. Felt really on the spot. I don't have the same technical knowledge these folks have, no. On the other hand, it isn't my career. Also, it was becoming evident that I was minimally as intelligent as any of them, quite probably more so. I think I've just gotten too used to picking my friends. My good friends are all effing brilliant. Is this a prejudice on my part? Hrm.

Mango, orange/passionfruit, and boysenberry spritzers are all really good. Also, we sell lingonberry jam at our store. Some day I'm going to just go nuts and get a banquet of weirdo stuff. Heck I haven't even tried daikon or jicama yet. I need to be up with the times. *grin*

I can't decide if I'm fond or less-than-fond of someone. Can you dislike someone for just being human and having all-too-human flaws? I cry out once more for perspective. And patience. And a closer postal box.
posted by Unknown at 10:26 PM