Log in

No account? Create an account


There's a storm in my teacup!

Well, in my dollar store mug.

Previous Entry Share Next Entry
The primary problem with the lesser equal?
Technology is back on our side. After several botched attempts, somebody from Cablevision put new wiring into our household, so it is far less likely we will lose our telephone or internet service for four days, as had happened here.

My interview comes along very soon. I have never had a fear that it would go wrong. I feel I am a realist, but on this subject some have pondered how optimistic I seem, regarding my visa. I suppose a realists and an optimist could be confused, if the realist does things well enough that they're certain of what's going to happen next.

But with that, my workplace is a blessing, as any fear or nerves that set in about my staying in America are quelled when I have to deal with work. I also have to deal with covering Jamie's shifts (which hasn't been bothersome - it's meant I've done a little more than the average person does in a week) and a broken heater (which hasn't been too bad either - if you keep moving around, you keep warm).

I wish I still had those little pedometers that I got from McDonald's months ago. I'd like to see how much I'm moving around still. Alas, any small technological item is effectively lost as soon as it comes near me. I feel nervous about the idea of using the small mp3 player Mum sent for Christmas as a result.

I am bored with the question of where I'm from, though. I am tired of explaining I lived in London - well, a small city north of it you've never heard of - Enfield - no, you haven't heard of it. I would like to lose the accent a little now, and this is the first time I've thought anything like this. I am starting to feel more isolated for my differences all of a sudden, and wonder how I would do if I lost a defining feature or two. Would I blend in? Would I want to? I do want to stop being told to keep talking because the accent makes the customer swoon in delight, though.

I want to make something fantastic. I'm bored with what I do, and what I am. I could be better, do more. I need a direction still. I always have. The realm of pretty icons only takes one so far, and I lose my creativity in making something different frequently enough to annoy. Other ideas include going back to playing chess, or calligraphy. The latter sounds better because I fear I may be a bad loser, when AI is involved.

I would like to not exist, for one second, to feel how nothingness feels. I wonder how long that second would last to me. I would also like it if laws stopped working for one second. For one second the law of gravity forgets what it's doing and everything gets to float for one happy second, before crashing back down again.

If I could choose one superhero-y power, teleportation would be it. I am amazed at how different I am to say something like this, but: I want to travel more, I want to get away and see old friends and new friends and old things and new things, and also wonder how some kind of super power like this could occur. Where would one be when getting between A and B, in terms of time and space? At least with super strength, you know it's just more strength than could be comprehended. And with invisibility, it's a scenario of something that would be there not being seen. But for teleportation, you're talking about something that was there, and then wasn't, but is somewhere else.

Sometimes the world seems too real. If natural items grow and can heal themselves, what about the whole world itself? If we all stopped driving for one day, what would happen to the world? I think there's a consciousness to things that most people wouldn't put a consciousness to, just like there's energy in things people wouldn't usually assign energy to. So much potential in everything. So little finally utilized. Why could it not be assumed that this entire planet could be a conscious being, just as parts on its surface are conscious, in their own way?

I'm tired of the notion of spending large amounts of money on yourself when you feel bad. It's like going to the supermarket when you're hungry. You'll forget what you need in life, and go for what you want. Of course, this does not apply to the large medical bills I am getting used to when people are ill: in those circumstances, spend all you need to get yourself better. And if they do something wrong, you can always sue.

  • 1
Wow, I can relate to a lot of that, in some odd way or another.

I quite like chess.

I have moments where I like the idea of playing chess, and then realise that once I'm playing, it's not as enjoyable as I remembered it.

I think it's reminiscing more than anything. I imagine I won't bother with things like that for a while, at least.

[ Inside a tree in the middle of a yard where no tree has grown for centuries ]

Don Jones: Turn the DS into a transformer, or an evil robot! We will rule all of Sicily!

Sonny Rivers: Splendid, master!

Feel better.

Or I'll send you this busted DS without paying for the shipping cost.

I was considering taking a photograph of every state plaque - y'know, the "YOU ARE ENTERING NEW YORK", but decided that was boring.

And because I'm not sure how that'd work for places like Alaska and Hawaii, if they'd have those plaques around, because of how they're apart from the other states.

Stop feeling bad for yourself. Hate it or love it your past made you who you are.

I bet the women love your accent. For the record, I would go invisible^^

The older women tell me that they love the accent. Apparently, New Jersey has quite a few British people in it, so it's not like I am that far away from a British accent.

I worked at a store this week who had a Scottish employee. I was shy about it, but I told her I loved her accent, so she talked to me a lot more. I'm used to British accents from watching BBC sitcoms (and visiting my friend in London), but the Scottish is a lot rarer in America. Your accent makes you unique now. You should embrace that.

I don't mind the accent being noticed, I just get bored with the avenue of conversation that comes along as a result of it.

"Oh! An accent! Where are you from?"
"From the streets of Brooklyn, ma'am."

Just like if you're American and go to England, the first question will be "Did you vote for Bush?", because we don't know how so many people did. Jamie got depressed at having to respond to that question so ofen.

The Hovis: 472506 782207
Me: 541225 841593

I've got a few more nice people on my list too, so when you have it worked I'll ask them to add you.

Re: Mario Kart codes

Mine (for now, until new DS) is 519755 042053.

I'll probably get a shiny new DS post-visa interview, or on a credit card pre-interview. One or t'other.

  • 1