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Sep. 23rd, 2007 03:14 amSo I get this word-of-the-day email. I think I've mentioned it before. Anyway, it kind of sucks at times because I'd say 90% of the time I already KNOW the word they're trying to teach me. But I learned something tonight!
If you put the nail of your pointer finger against the pad of your thumb and flick it against something, you have just filliped that something. I TOTALLY never knew there was a word for that!! You can use it as a noun, too--"That fillip really hurt, you jerk!" XD And it sounds less naughty than flicking someone. (Flicking sounds naughty to me, anyway. Though it may have something to do with the period during which Kat and I came up with the concept of "flicking" as an insult and got in trouble because everyone thought we were giving them the finger WHICH WE TOTALLY WERE NOT... XD Good times. In retrospect.) It's conjectured that the word flip is actually derived from fillip, same as chirp from the older "chirrup." Huh.
I should learn to cook. It's really sad that I have all the STUFF to make a grilled cheese sandwich (bread, cheese, butter, a frying pan, and a stovetop, and even some garlic salt stuff that could nicely kick it up a notch) and yet feel like it is TOO MUCH EFFORT. I've been meaning to bake, like, cookies or a cake or SOMETHING ever since I moved in, but the only cake I've had was the one Katchan made. I've got a can of OJ concentrate defrosting in the kitchen now and will be inappropriately pleased with myself when I get that mixed up. (Sad that I know beforehand how pathetic that will be.) (No comments on juice-from-concentrate, Nico, I already know you're a brand-name snob when it comes to OJ. No offense. I heart you for it.)
So yeah. Went with Nico, Rachel, and Rachel's friend Ruth and saw Tyler W of TB in a play tonight--Sex, Love, and the IRS, which was surprisingly more comedic than I expected and had a guy in drag for most of it. Basic plot: guy (Tyler) offers to do taxes for his male roommate Leslie and then, without telling Leslie, files them as MARRIED. Saves money, great plan...until they get audited. Hilarity ensues. Would make a cute movie, if you like the it-takes-place-all-in-one-day Empire-Records sort of movie. Which I do.
Speaking of movies, last night Nico and I finally watched Party Monster. Creeeepy, and about something completely different than you think it's about (on a totally random note, so was Capote), even though it FREAKING TELLS YOU RIGHT AT THE BEGINNING. And I wanna read the book now--Disco Bloodbath. It sounds delightfully degenerate, and yet with its moments of insight, kind of like Prozac Nation, only MORE. Lol. (Speaking of which, I totally need to buy my own copy of Prozac Nation and reread it.) Still trying to decide if Party Monster is an exception to my "I only like true stories if they're about crazy people" or if it's actually kind of ABOUT crazy people. XD
Whee.
Still love the job, still haven't messed with vlogging on my webcam, though I DID discover that my digital camera does not, in fact, record sound. XD Go me.
I should post real content more often. Nico and I have been going out, like, almost every weekend. Or sometimes during the week if he's working.
Oh, before I forget AGAIN: Not last Sunday, but the Sunday before, my company hosted a bowling party. I went, thinking I could meet some of the people from the other office (and I did, I've been IMing with Jennifer--she was really nice and we're "doing lunch" sometime, lol, and I had a class in college with her little brother), and of course no one from MY office showed up (though Terry did thank me the next morning for going and "representing" our office, despite the fact that I told Linda and Ashley that even though I had a good time, if I had KNOWN none of them were coming I probably would have skipped it). I suck at parties, I sat alone at a table until someone else talked to me because I can't just spontaneously introduce myself to a total stranger... but anyway, I had fun, and I won a trophy!!
...never you mind that it was for the lowest score. It's delightfully tacky, and yes, it IS sitting on my desk in my cubicle. (Everyone else at work refers to cubicles as cubes and it's a difficult habit to avoid taking up, but I hate that because it sounds...well, dumb.) Haha. All those people with middling scores went home with nothing. Like I told Jennifer, if you're going to lose, at least lose spectacularly! ^_^ And yes, Nico, if I ever tire of gazing at it, I will give it to you. In fact, I'll will it to you, too. Just in case. XD
So yeah...can't think of anything else, though I KNOW there was something else I've been meaning to blog about.
OH WAIT. Yeah. Long story short (honestly, if you know me at all well you've already heard anyway), Duncan's back with his ex. Old news by now. Except that's an oxymoron. But still. After a hissy in the privacy of my home, a long walk, some rum and Dr. Pepper (screw Coke), and a bit of introspection...I'm surprisingly okay with this. Disappointed, yes, but the smearing of residual anger is all directed at myself for not speaking up when I had the chance. (If I had known I would lose him anyway if I didn't speak up, I would have taken the risk.) And a bit of "Hell, his loss," attitude. (Though Shelly pointed out that maybe, just maybe, since this girl left him at the altar once before, it might behoove me to make an effort to stay friends with him since it could happen again. XD I think she was joking. That smacks of desperation even to me. And as this is the SECOND time Shelly's advice has led me astray in the romantic department, I think I may stop taking it. Lol.)
So...I dunno. I think I may email him (BTW, when and WHY FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WHY did people start referring to sending emails as "shooting" someone an email??). Maybe. I should probably finish the story he inspired first so I have more than one reason to.
So...yeah. Anyone know any cute, single, non-assholey guys my age who know how to spell and are looking to date?
If you put the nail of your pointer finger against the pad of your thumb and flick it against something, you have just filliped that something. I TOTALLY never knew there was a word for that!! You can use it as a noun, too--"That fillip really hurt, you jerk!" XD And it sounds less naughty than flicking someone. (Flicking sounds naughty to me, anyway. Though it may have something to do with the period during which Kat and I came up with the concept of "flicking" as an insult and got in trouble because everyone thought we were giving them the finger WHICH WE TOTALLY WERE NOT... XD Good times. In retrospect.) It's conjectured that the word flip is actually derived from fillip, same as chirp from the older "chirrup." Huh.
I should learn to cook. It's really sad that I have all the STUFF to make a grilled cheese sandwich (bread, cheese, butter, a frying pan, and a stovetop, and even some garlic salt stuff that could nicely kick it up a notch) and yet feel like it is TOO MUCH EFFORT. I've been meaning to bake, like, cookies or a cake or SOMETHING ever since I moved in, but the only cake I've had was the one Katchan made. I've got a can of OJ concentrate defrosting in the kitchen now and will be inappropriately pleased with myself when I get that mixed up. (Sad that I know beforehand how pathetic that will be.) (No comments on juice-from-concentrate, Nico, I already know you're a brand-name snob when it comes to OJ. No offense. I heart you for it.)
So yeah. Went with Nico, Rachel, and Rachel's friend Ruth and saw Tyler W of TB in a play tonight--Sex, Love, and the IRS, which was surprisingly more comedic than I expected and had a guy in drag for most of it. Basic plot: guy (Tyler) offers to do taxes for his male roommate Leslie and then, without telling Leslie, files them as MARRIED. Saves money, great plan...until they get audited. Hilarity ensues. Would make a cute movie, if you like the it-takes-place-all-in-one-day Empire-Records sort of movie. Which I do.
Speaking of movies, last night Nico and I finally watched Party Monster. Creeeepy, and about something completely different than you think it's about (on a totally random note, so was Capote), even though it FREAKING TELLS YOU RIGHT AT THE BEGINNING. And I wanna read the book now--Disco Bloodbath. It sounds delightfully degenerate, and yet with its moments of insight, kind of like Prozac Nation, only MORE. Lol. (Speaking of which, I totally need to buy my own copy of Prozac Nation and reread it.) Still trying to decide if Party Monster is an exception to my "I only like true stories if they're about crazy people" or if it's actually kind of ABOUT crazy people. XD
Whee.
Still love the job, still haven't messed with vlogging on my webcam, though I DID discover that my digital camera does not, in fact, record sound. XD Go me.
I should post real content more often. Nico and I have been going out, like, almost every weekend. Or sometimes during the week if he's working.
Oh, before I forget AGAIN: Not last Sunday, but the Sunday before, my company hosted a bowling party. I went, thinking I could meet some of the people from the other office (and I did, I've been IMing with Jennifer--she was really nice and we're "doing lunch" sometime, lol, and I had a class in college with her little brother), and of course no one from MY office showed up (though Terry did thank me the next morning for going and "representing" our office, despite the fact that I told Linda and Ashley that even though I had a good time, if I had KNOWN none of them were coming I probably would have skipped it). I suck at parties, I sat alone at a table until someone else talked to me because I can't just spontaneously introduce myself to a total stranger... but anyway, I had fun, and I won a trophy!!
...never you mind that it was for the lowest score. It's delightfully tacky, and yes, it IS sitting on my desk in my cubicle. (Everyone else at work refers to cubicles as cubes and it's a difficult habit to avoid taking up, but I hate that because it sounds...well, dumb.) Haha. All those people with middling scores went home with nothing. Like I told Jennifer, if you're going to lose, at least lose spectacularly! ^_^ And yes, Nico, if I ever tire of gazing at it, I will give it to you. In fact, I'll will it to you, too. Just in case. XDSo yeah...can't think of anything else, though I KNOW there was something else I've been meaning to blog about.
OH WAIT. Yeah. Long story short (honestly, if you know me at all well you've already heard anyway), Duncan's back with his ex. Old news by now. Except that's an oxymoron. But still. After a hissy in the privacy of my home, a long walk, some rum and Dr. Pepper (screw Coke), and a bit of introspection...I'm surprisingly okay with this. Disappointed, yes, but the smearing of residual anger is all directed at myself for not speaking up when I had the chance. (If I had known I would lose him anyway if I didn't speak up, I would have taken the risk.) And a bit of "Hell, his loss," attitude. (Though Shelly pointed out that maybe, just maybe, since this girl left him at the altar once before, it might behoove me to make an effort to stay friends with him since it could happen again. XD I think she was joking. That smacks of desperation even to me. And as this is the SECOND time Shelly's advice has led me astray in the romantic department, I think I may stop taking it. Lol.)
So...I dunno. I think I may email him (BTW, when and WHY FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WHY did people start referring to sending emails as "shooting" someone an email??). Maybe. I should probably finish the story he inspired first so I have more than one reason to.
So...yeah. Anyone know any cute, single, non-assholey guys my age who know how to spell and are looking to date?
