7.11.2005
You'd never catch me doing that in pvblic...
These posts are going to start getting boring. I'm not doing anything, so I don't really have too much to talk about.
No wait...I do.
Someone in this house has a habit of leaving cabinet doors open...I'm starting to feel like I have an obsessive-compulsive disorder because I constantly find myself in the kitchen (to get a grape or something) closing each and every one of these doors left open. It's driving me crazy. Even when I'm sitting in my room, I get a strong desire to get up and go check the kitchen to make sure all the cabinet doors are closed. It's like I'm in the movie The Sixth Sense...every time I turn my back, all of those damn cabinet doors are open again!
Maybe I'm not going crazy...I think I just lack some of my common comfort objects up here. For example: my beer...they don't sell my beer up here. I'm learning to survive, but the adjustment has been hard. I did remember to bring along my life-long stuffed animal companion, so he's helped by consoling me...but if I had to put him and my beer on a platform and decide who would live and who would die...it'd be a tough call. I'd pick him, of course, but only after several hours of consideration.
And that, my friends, are the events of my life.
Although, I did take a bike ride today. One of my aunts was nice enough to lend me a working bicycle for the summer...and it may be the single accessory I need to get around town and also to guarantee myself a high-ranking place in the social circles of Pollyanna and Pippy Longstocking.
Now, I wouldn't really consider myself someone who cares too much about looking "cool", but this bike is straight up queer. I don't think I've ever felt so dainty in my entire life....I mean, if I were a homosexual man, I could declare my intentions with other men to the whole town simply by riding this bicycle...but really...putting these thoughts aside, I went about with my plans to gallivant about town and eventually end up at the Pvblic Library.
This town that I'm staying in is nothing short of beautiful...the trees, the river, the ocean, farms and animals....all so quaint. It was nearly impossible for me to be in a bad mood today...sunshine and happiness abound. Even when I rode past the lady who was tending to the trees in her front lawn, I smiled at her...she just glared at me and I think it was because she forgot to put on pants before leaving the house. It didn't bother me so much...I guess an over-sized t-shirt will do. I hope that someday I can get to a point where I don't give a shit if people see me in my front yard sans pants....life goals!
Moving on, I found my way to town center...passed a little girl selling lemonade on the corner...town hall...the wharf....but, I couldn't seem to locate the library...and the quaintness was starting to make me nauseous. So, I went to the soda shop (yes. the soda shop. yes. they have a soda fountain and it's pretty much all this shop does. no. it's not owned by Disney) and I had myself a raspberry-lime rickey and asked the lady where the library was. She was ever so helpful...even including the information about the library being closed on Mondays!
My trip was made in vain....and, by the way...what's with libraries having randomly bizarre operating hours? Open at 12 on a Tuesday...close at 6. Open at 10 on a Thursday...close at 5. Seriously.
So I rode my spaz-bike home and that was pretty much it for the day....
No wait...I do.
Someone in this house has a habit of leaving cabinet doors open...I'm starting to feel like I have an obsessive-compulsive disorder because I constantly find myself in the kitchen (to get a grape or something) closing each and every one of these doors left open. It's driving me crazy. Even when I'm sitting in my room, I get a strong desire to get up and go check the kitchen to make sure all the cabinet doors are closed. It's like I'm in the movie The Sixth Sense...every time I turn my back, all of those damn cabinet doors are open again!
Maybe I'm not going crazy...I think I just lack some of my common comfort objects up here. For example: my beer...they don't sell my beer up here. I'm learning to survive, but the adjustment has been hard. I did remember to bring along my life-long stuffed animal companion, so he's helped by consoling me...but if I had to put him and my beer on a platform and decide who would live and who would die...it'd be a tough call. I'd pick him, of course, but only after several hours of consideration.
And that, my friends, are the events of my life.
Although, I did take a bike ride today. One of my aunts was nice enough to lend me a working bicycle for the summer...and it may be the single accessory I need to get around town and also to guarantee myself a high-ranking place in the social circles of Pollyanna and Pippy Longstocking.
Now, I wouldn't really consider myself someone who cares too much about looking "cool", but this bike is straight up queer. I don't think I've ever felt so dainty in my entire life....I mean, if I were a homosexual man, I could declare my intentions with other men to the whole town simply by riding this bicycle...but really...putting these thoughts aside, I went about with my plans to gallivant about town and eventually end up at the Pvblic Library.
This town that I'm staying in is nothing short of beautiful...the trees, the river, the ocean, farms and animals....all so quaint. It was nearly impossible for me to be in a bad mood today...sunshine and happiness abound. Even when I rode past the lady who was tending to the trees in her front lawn, I smiled at her...she just glared at me and I think it was because she forgot to put on pants before leaving the house. It didn't bother me so much...I guess an over-sized t-shirt will do. I hope that someday I can get to a point where I don't give a shit if people see me in my front yard sans pants....life goals!
Moving on, I found my way to town center...passed a little girl selling lemonade on the corner...town hall...the wharf....but, I couldn't seem to locate the library...and the quaintness was starting to make me nauseous. So, I went to the soda shop (yes. the soda shop. yes. they have a soda fountain and it's pretty much all this shop does. no. it's not owned by Disney) and I had myself a raspberry-lime rickey and asked the lady where the library was. She was ever so helpful...even including the information about the library being closed on Mondays!
My trip was made in vain....and, by the way...what's with libraries having randomly bizarre operating hours? Open at 12 on a Tuesday...close at 6. Open at 10 on a Thursday...close at 5. Seriously.
So I rode my spaz-bike home and that was pretty much it for the day....
--- a likely story from --- themellenhead @ 10:41 PM 
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that's what happens when the $$$ for libraries goes bye-bye...they have to close on certain days of the week. Besides, everything's on the frickin' Internet, so what are YOU complaining about?!
p.s. you shoulda asked the soda jerk if she could put real cocaine in your coke-float (just like the good ol' days...). Seein' as how you got a raspberry-lime rickey instead, perhaps you can do this on your next visit. Yes.
p.s. you shoulda asked the soda jerk if she could put real cocaine in your coke-float (just like the good ol' days...). Seein' as how you got a raspberry-lime rickey instead, perhaps you can do this on your next visit. Yes.
Oh, tiny robot...I wrote that with the sole intentioin of antagonizing you to comment! And I like libraries...they're always full of hot librarians.
As another librarian, and not a total bitch *cough tiny robot cough*, I would have to say that library hours are often reduced in summer times. Whether or not that's a budget issue or just the librarians getting sauced and hanging out a Sandals resort is completely library specific. Every library I've worked at has reduced hours because of lack of attendance in the summer time.
And about the cabinet door thing: I have the same OCD with people not pushing in their chairs so I totally understand.
Uh oh...Tiny Robot's found me!! Help!!!
~The Booklahver
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And about the cabinet door thing: I have the same OCD with people not pushing in their chairs so I totally understand.
Uh oh...Tiny Robot's found me!! Help!!!
~The Booklahver
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