die, creepy bookstore stalker guy, die.

So.

I woke up feeling not great today. Actually it's a wonder that I woke up at all! Not in the "deadminx" sense, more in the... I heard my alarm and it did not mentally connect with "get up" for me, as it usually does, it connected with "must stop shrill irritating noise" and that was as far as it went. I feel a little under-the-weather, and I was having strange dreams, and - I don't know, I suppose I don't have an excuse.

After lousing around the house for a while, my mother suggested that I come with her to Kinko's so that she could fax some documents (oh, that funeral? we're so paying for it. yay.) - and you know, Kinko's is rightnexttoTargetmypersonalmecca. So I got ready. Then it came out that she was faxing only to avoid making a phonecall (she has social anxiety). So with some prodding she made the call and we were left bewilderingly planless, and as a result decided to drive out to Borders so as to sit around, drink coffeeish things, and browse through books etc, perhaps even study.

I collected a stack of books - looking, for instance, in bookmaking books for information about fore-edge carving and painting, and instructions - and wandered over to the cafe area, where she was seated. When I went to look at magazines after setting my stuff at the table, this guy appeared at the end of the magazine aisle, and sort of... menaced me along. I don't know how to describe it, but I felt like he was overly interested in me. He was wearing a red t-shirt and very noisy nylon pants in black or navy and some kind of black windbreaker jacket. Late 30s(ish), longish hair, slight facial hair. Clean (didn't smell).

This would have passed as just a weird moment, except that every time I went to a new section of the bookstore, he appeared there a minute later and started walking down the aisle I was in. Looking at Serge Gainsbourg cds? he appears. How about books on style? You know it. Art? he's interested. Et. Fucking. Cetera. He also kept intentionally walking right next to our cafe table. And whenever my mom got up, he'd get up and follow her; whenever I got up, he'd get up and follow me. If we were both sitting down, he'd find a table to sit at nearby, and stare. He carried a book, but never once looked at it or any other book in the store.

( the continuing adventures of Creepy Bookstore Stalker Guy. )

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What can I say?
I'm groggy today. Very groggy, zoned. More weird dreams last night, except that I can't really remember them. All I've done today is to read (schoolwork), watch Gilmore Girls, eat a bit of leftovers from yesterday, and finish working on the Blue Monday quiz (which will be ready to take later tonight; I still have to make the results pages).

I also took out my labret to clean it, and at the moment I have this funny lucite fishtail thing in. The disc on the front is so small that it keeps wanting to pop into the hole of the piercing, but not small enough that it will go all the way through. A guy at a piercing studio in town made this thing for me... actually, a set of two... when I went in looking for a manufactured clear retainer. I haven't used it til now. I think I'm still going to have to get the manufactured kind; I can't deal with this one for longer than a few hours or if I have to talk.

Anyway, after I finish up with the Blue Monday stuff I'm going to take a shower and go to bed, I think. Read for a while until I sleep. A very dull day.

OK, time for more silly quiz results.
( so click here if you're really that interested. )

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these are all things I found on Plastic last night. what do you think?

The West Virginia Surf Report's Rules of Thumb - some of them are ridiculous, mean, or stereotypical. Others are pretty true.

Girls Just Want to Be Mean - this is genius. This is SO true. and I don't think the program is actually going to work, or guilt many "queen bees" into behaving, or wanna-bees into not ditching their nice friends. But whatever - so glad I'm not in junior high anymore. However, I have to say that I think a lot of older women still cling to this behavior pretty much any time they can manage to form some kind of clique. I've seen it happen with women in their 20s and women in their 60s/70s. Grow up, kids.

Ding Dong, the Cultural Witch Hunt is Dead - heh. So there WAS a vast conspiracy in the conservative media. Who'd'a thunk? Oh, they were lying about Anita Hill and Clinton, from time to time? Surprise!