Talked to Tom this morning. Life is wonderful!
Especially the part where he invited me to his Halloween party at his house!
And especially the part where he said that I could crash in his room and go home in the morning!
And especially the part where he is amazing and awesome! Yay!
*flails wildly*
*dies*
(Also, I added a new tag. "omg tom." Because I can.)
Especially the part where he invited me to his Halloween party at his house!
And especially the part where he said that I could crash in his room and go home in the morning!
And especially the part where he is amazing and awesome! Yay!
*flails wildly*
*dies*
(Also, I added a new tag. "omg tom." Because I can.)
- Location:in my room
- Mood:
bouncy - Music:fiona apple - please please please
Interesting and/or funny things that have happened to me this morning:
A woman approached me at the bus stop and started talking to me. At first I just assumed that she was one of those super-friendly people who talk to everyone (*cough*me*cough*), but soon I figured out what she wanted.
The cast!
Me: Weary but awesome early morning commuter
Lady: Stocky lady, mid-fifties, floral print dress
Lady: *gets out a van*
Me: *reading book*
Lady: Good morning!
Me: Good morning!
Lady: I am one of your neighbors from [something] street.
Me: *affirmative nod*
Lady: *pulling out a binder*
Me: *mental panic: she's going to try to sell me something! Or kill me! Or sell me something and then kill me!*
Lady: You know, we're living in dangerous times now. What do you think the Bible says about terrorism?
Me: *blinkblink* ... excuse me?
Lady: *hands me a small pamphlet/magazine thingy. The cover is absolutely fantastic, I only wish I could show it to you in real life. It's a fall image. Three children - one Asian, one Indian, and one Caucasian are sitting in a pile of leaves. One of the children is throwing leaves gleefully into the air, and another is cuddling a cute dog. Behind them, two men holding rakes - one black, one white - are smiling and pointing at the children. In the background is an idyllic scene with mountains and trees and a lake. And in the middle of this scene are the words "WHEN TERRORISM WILL END." The woman puts this into my hands*
Me: ...
Lady: Do you believe that we are perhaps in end times? Would you like to hear...
Me: Look, m'am, I'm a Christian, so you're sort of preaching to the choir.
Lady: Well, what do you think the Bible says...
Me: *looking more closely at the magazine in my hand* Watchtower? Ah, you're a Jehovah's Witness.
Lady: *looking slightly defensive* Yes.
Me: Well, you're looking at a liberal Protestant.
Lady: We have a Bible study available...
Me: I'm a very busy college students balancing classes and a job. I don't think that'll work. *inspecting magazine cover* You know, it's kind of odd that you'd have a fall scene on the June 2006 edition of this publication.
Lady: What?
Me: I mean, look at it. It's a lovely image, but it evokes all of these thoughts about the fall. The date here says June 2006. Shouldn't it be a summer scene? Maybe children splashing around in the sprinkler, eating popsicles...
Lady: *looking at me warily* What do you think the Bible says about terrorism?
Me: You know, people would probably listen to you better if you got your seasons correct. And who says the end of terrorism equals autumn, anyway? What if you like spring better? Or winter? I mean, if you hate fall, and the end of terrorism equals this blissfully diverse autumn scene, you might not want terrorism to end.
Lady: *looking over her shoulder. The van that dropped her off turns around the corner and opens the door. For a second, I'm convinced I'm about to be kidnapped, but she turns very quickly and gets in* Read the article about terrorism! *drives away*
Me: *goes back to reading my book*
Also, on my way in this morning:
The cast!
Me: Damsel in distress except not really?
Young Guy: Knight in shining armor, except not really. But cute nonetheless!
I was walking through the tunnel to get to work. A young guy - maybe about 16 or 17 - speeds up to get in front of me, clearly going to hold the door. He goes to the door and pulls. The door doesn't move. He pulls and pulls, then tries the next door. Pulls again. I'm standing there with my coffee just watching. After about 20 more seconds, I say: "Try pushing."
He turns around and looks at me. "What?"
"Try pushing"
He pushes. The door opens. He holds it open for me.
"Thanks," I say.
"I'm a little tired," he says, blushing.
"I understand."
It was really cute.
Okay, so, that's just in the last two hours. I've got another six to go at least. I wonder what else will happen.
A woman approached me at the bus stop and started talking to me. At first I just assumed that she was one of those super-friendly people who talk to everyone (*cough*me*cough*), but soon I figured out what she wanted.
The cast!
Me: Weary but awesome early morning commuter
Lady: Stocky lady, mid-fifties, floral print dress
Lady: *gets out a van*
Me: *reading book*
Lady: Good morning!
Me: Good morning!
Lady: I am one of your neighbors from [something] street.
Me: *affirmative nod*
Lady: *pulling out a binder*
Me: *mental panic: she's going to try to sell me something! Or kill me! Or sell me something and then kill me!*
Lady: You know, we're living in dangerous times now. What do you think the Bible says about terrorism?
Me: *blinkblink* ... excuse me?
Lady: *hands me a small pamphlet/magazine thingy. The cover is absolutely fantastic, I only wish I could show it to you in real life. It's a fall image. Three children - one Asian, one Indian, and one Caucasian are sitting in a pile of leaves. One of the children is throwing leaves gleefully into the air, and another is cuddling a cute dog. Behind them, two men holding rakes - one black, one white - are smiling and pointing at the children. In the background is an idyllic scene with mountains and trees and a lake. And in the middle of this scene are the words "WHEN TERRORISM WILL END." The woman puts this into my hands*
Me: ...
Lady: Do you believe that we are perhaps in end times? Would you like to hear...
Me: Look, m'am, I'm a Christian, so you're sort of preaching to the choir.
Lady: Well, what do you think the Bible says...
Me: *looking more closely at the magazine in my hand* Watchtower? Ah, you're a Jehovah's Witness.
Lady: *looking slightly defensive* Yes.
Me: Well, you're looking at a liberal Protestant.
Lady: We have a Bible study available...
Me: I'm a very busy college students balancing classes and a job. I don't think that'll work. *inspecting magazine cover* You know, it's kind of odd that you'd have a fall scene on the June 2006 edition of this publication.
Lady: What?
Me: I mean, look at it. It's a lovely image, but it evokes all of these thoughts about the fall. The date here says June 2006. Shouldn't it be a summer scene? Maybe children splashing around in the sprinkler, eating popsicles...
Lady: *looking at me warily* What do you think the Bible says about terrorism?
Me: You know, people would probably listen to you better if you got your seasons correct. And who says the end of terrorism equals autumn, anyway? What if you like spring better? Or winter? I mean, if you hate fall, and the end of terrorism equals this blissfully diverse autumn scene, you might not want terrorism to end.
Lady: *looking over her shoulder. The van that dropped her off turns around the corner and opens the door. For a second, I'm convinced I'm about to be kidnapped, but she turns very quickly and gets in* Read the article about terrorism! *drives away*
Me: *goes back to reading my book*
Also, on my way in this morning:
The cast!
Me: Damsel in distress except not really?
Young Guy: Knight in shining armor, except not really. But cute nonetheless!
I was walking through the tunnel to get to work. A young guy - maybe about 16 or 17 - speeds up to get in front of me, clearly going to hold the door. He goes to the door and pulls. The door doesn't move. He pulls and pulls, then tries the next door. Pulls again. I'm standing there with my coffee just watching. After about 20 more seconds, I say: "Try pushing."
He turns around and looks at me. "What?"
"Try pushing"
He pushes. The door opens. He holds it open for me.
"Thanks," I say.
"I'm a little tired," he says, blushing.
"I understand."
It was really cute.
Okay, so, that's just in the last two hours. I've got another six to go at least. I wonder what else will happen.
- Location:at work
- Mood:
amused