Random Observations

A goofy thing about being single - it's harder for me to comfortably show affection to the guys. Saying "love you" to females and gay males is just as easy as it always was, but saying "love you" to the straight guys always leads to this moment of panic in their eyes, this flash of, "Wait, did she just confess her innermost feelings, or was that just a friendly thing?" It's amusing, but I think I may have to adjust the "love you" to the more specific, "Hey, I love you in the same uncomplicated, platonic, not-meant-to-terrify-you manner in which I love all my dear friends." My end-of-show card to Kyle, for example, actually specified, "Much non-threatening love," just in case Katie got hold of it and thought "much love" seemed inappropriate. I never know whether people have the same need to emote as I do - my problem is that it comes and goes. I go through little "I love you" phases where I want to make absolutely sure that my friends know how special they are to me...but when I pay compliments and express adoration a zillion times after forgetting to mention anything like that for a few months, it's probably a bit disconcerting.

Yesterday was a holiday, and the sky was blue and the day was stunning. Today I'm at work and the sky is gray and the day's a little gloomy. That makes me a little more grateful for yesterday's meteorological perfection.

The tiki bar rules - probably even more so at night. Gotta make that happen one of these days.

Speaking of which...isn't it funny how you can go to the most crowded nearby places and see not a soul you know, but then at the most completely random and out-of-the-way place you didn't even know existed and probably couldn't find again if you tried, you bump into someone from 40 miles away? I love chance.

And now speaking of chance - yesterday I had some time to kill, so I wandered Thornton Park for a bit, hitting Starbucks and UrbanThink!, and it occured to me for some reason that it would be really cool to see Jeff L. and Caseley...and then I get home that night and read his blog and it appears we had JUST missed each other. Kooky!!

It's not a good sign when you're already thinking about the end of the day within three minutes of waking up.

Oatmeal as a teaching tool. What a concept. (Also another quirky band name idea - Educational Oatmeal.)

Eric's really tall. I don't know when that happened, but I was looking at the photo of him and me taken at the theatre, and I come up to his shoulder - and I'm pretty damned tall. How did I never notice that?

I think there's a chance that when the surgery's done and the braces are off, I may finally be photogenic. I never really have been, but all the pictures from last week came out pretty great - perhaps I've learned how to pose properly. I'm still really nervous that when the surgery's over and the swelling goes down, I'm going to think I'm ugly. Or that other people will...this is all very terrifying. Surgery's a scary thing to begin with, but when they're messing with your face and there's no way to photographically project the anticipated result, it's a thousand times worse.