2005-08-23 - 5:27 p.m.
Yay it's not Monday anymore! I hates me some Mondays! I much prefer Tuesdays. So I talked to Adam last night and addressed the issue that he knows that I keep an online journal and that he really shouldn't read it. Which he was ok with. He said that if he really wanted to know what I was thinking he would ask me, and not read it to find out. Which is so grand of him, he's so wonderful. Sigh. He did comment that he hopes that none of his friends read this which leads me to think one of 2 things, either 1) that he has read this and that he doesn't want his friends to know what a freak I really am, or
2) he knows what a freak I really am and he doesn't want his friends to know. Hmmm I'll have to think on this on.
In anycase I don't think any of his friends read this, and if they do, uhh let me know please. But I don't think that this would really be of intrest to any of them. Well maybe one or two, the ones that are more cool. Hmm that was mean. Let me explain. Adam is a geek. I love him to peices but shall we say GEEKY! He loves his computer and his robot vaccum cleaner and bridges. Yes Geeky. But to be fair he is an engineer... it's kind of required. Anyhow I love him and his geekiness. Me on the otherhand, geeky in my own little way, I am more of a literary geek, where he is technologically geeky. (Would that make me literarily geeky???) Anyhow I love words, and writing words, reading words, hearing words. He does not. He likes to read but he likes non-fiction and I love fiction. I like to listen to music and hear the words and think about what they mean to me and how they may have meant something different before. (Remind me to discuss Happy Homemaker by that eastcoast Canadian girl who's name I just remembered--- ah yes Melanie Doan) So Adam doesn't like words I do. I am 100% an artsy fartsy type, hence my degree in history and anthropology. He is not, he has a degree in engineering, he likes facts and such. I do to, but I like them in an open and abstract form, I don't really care about the dates and such, I like the events leading to it and the possible whys and what ifs. So anyhow what I am saying in a long winded manner is that his friends are more like him and reading the ramblings of some crazy fringe friend probably wouldn't intrest them much.
moving on...
Kim emailed me about this blog, yay Kim likes it. I make her laugh. I hope I am being funny when I make her laugh and that she isn't lauging at my horrible grammar and at my grade 3 attempt at writing. Oh Kim the good ol' times, jelly candies and creative writing. I loved those classes, I loved how everyone was so nice. Even if you wrote an absolutly nasty poem; when critiquing the classmate would always open with "I really liked it, but...." So nice. I learned that the "I really liked it but..." was the kiss of death. tee heee. And no one must ever use cliches! I still have this burning repulsion for cliches, even though I just used one. I restrain myself now from rubbing them out of existance when I write them. You see you have to keep the cliche alive so that they will still be use in the general population so that us more culturally experimental people will recognize them and refuse to use them in a creative manner. You see by over using cliches I am providing an invaluable service. So that being said I am going to cut to the chase, tie another one on and run for the hills.
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