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I'm unusually vocal when interacting with my environment. I don't talk to myself, or to inanimate objects; I don't sing in the shower; I don't even imagine monologues and make the gestures to them, like my sister does. Instead, I'm talking about the way that I hum to myself as I'm eating, growl as I pick things up, purr or trill when pleased or curious. I am not aware of making these vocalizations, and I don't usually hear them unless they are pointed out to me. But as I closed a website that annoyed me just now, I heard myself say "meh meh meh." How often do I do this?
Jul. 15th, 2007
jumbletron
Jul. 15th, 2007 10:41 pmWhen I'm in the US, I think McDonald's is the devil. However, when I'm overseas, it suddenly morphs into this beacon of freindliness and reliability. It is like in The Rocketeer when the gangsters and FBI agents stop in the middle of a gunfight and band together because the Nazis have shown up. There is a particular McDonald's near me which I visit probably once a fortnight. I like it because it has an upstairs which you have to be quiet and observant to notice; it's usually just me up there, sitting on a leather stool at a granite table next to a windowbox full of flowers.
It's hard to find places to decompress when it's rainy like it has been. I've moved rooms for the third time in a month, and have somehow lost my spoon in the process. Knife, fork, chopsticks, no spoon. I keep looking for it with the knife and fork because logic tells me it will be there. That is where I packed it. I left nothing behind. Yet there is no spoon.
On the subject of moving rooms: it's not that I don't like my roommates, or that the place I'm staying is jerking me around. I just couldn't give them a solid departure date two months ago, when I still thought Ciro might be here, and so they're being nice enough to shuttle me around as beds become empty. My new roommate is a Spaniard named Candela, an international business major.
When I switch rooms, it is almost the same amount of hassle as taking a flight, only without the airplane ride. I have to pack everything, check out at the front desk, put my luggage in storage, walk to another building, check out there, wait two and a half hours in a space that is almost identical to a departure lounge, check in again, walk back to my building, claim my luggage, and take it to my new room. I inevitably feel jet lagged at the end of the process, although this is unreasonable.
Last week, my hair decided to part on the left for a while, which I was enjoying so long as it was a choice made independently by my hair. Today, it has returned to a center part. I don't question these things.
It's hard to find places to decompress when it's rainy like it has been. I've moved rooms for the third time in a month, and have somehow lost my spoon in the process. Knife, fork, chopsticks, no spoon. I keep looking for it with the knife and fork because logic tells me it will be there. That is where I packed it. I left nothing behind. Yet there is no spoon.
On the subject of moving rooms: it's not that I don't like my roommates, or that the place I'm staying is jerking me around. I just couldn't give them a solid departure date two months ago, when I still thought Ciro might be here, and so they're being nice enough to shuttle me around as beds become empty. My new roommate is a Spaniard named Candela, an international business major.
When I switch rooms, it is almost the same amount of hassle as taking a flight, only without the airplane ride. I have to pack everything, check out at the front desk, put my luggage in storage, walk to another building, check out there, wait two and a half hours in a space that is almost identical to a departure lounge, check in again, walk back to my building, claim my luggage, and take it to my new room. I inevitably feel jet lagged at the end of the process, although this is unreasonable.
Last week, my hair decided to part on the left for a while, which I was enjoying so long as it was a choice made independently by my hair. Today, it has returned to a center part. I don't question these things.
