The Porpoise Driven Life!

Is Facebook broken for anyone else today? Mine hasn't been working right since around midnight last night.

I think I should maybe try to start writing here again. There is a lot of stuff I'd like to talk about with people, that I don't get to talk about enough in real life, because I lack a social life and lack friends that I see on a regular basis with whom I could discuss things.

I may start one or two other LJ accounts. I'm thinking of using this one as sort of a "professional/creative" journal as I try to get my theater group revived and possibly expand it into producing art in other media as well. We're The Waking Dreaming Theater Company and we may expand into being Waking Dreaming Arts or something like that, so this would be a good journal to use for that. I'm thinking of getting another LJ account to do more personal writing, and either making a filter for spiritual/religious topics (which are on my mind a lot lately) or even making a third LJ to handle that kind of writing. We'll see what I decide. All I know is that I think I ought to start writing again and this would probably be a good place to do it.

I've hit a wall when it comes to school.

I'm so tired of literary analysis. I have a ten-to-fifteen page literary analysis paper due at the end of this semester, for medieval literature. I have a really hard time making literary analysis papers more than three or four pages long. The whole process of analyzing literature seems pointless to me. It feels like some kind of intellectual masturbation that doesn't really accomplish anything worthwhile.

I'm an English major because I love to read and I thought studying literature would be a fantastic college experience for me. It's turned out to be pretty miserable. I keep hoping I'll get the hang of it and change my mind about it but it hasn't happened yet and I don't know if it will. It doesn't seem terribly likely at this point.

For the first time ever, I'm not at all excited about registering for classes for next semester. I feel aimless and like I'm wasting my time. I think I'd rather be majoring in history or anthropology but my college doesn't offer those as majors and there is a lot of stuff, especially medical issues, which are keeping me from transferring anywhere else yet. I really don't know what I want to do. I might consider changing to a "social sciences" major but I'm not sure. My true preference would be to take a semester off, but the last time I did that, it turned into taking seven years off, and I already feel like I've wasted too much time.

I love it when things start to just work in my head.

I sometimes forget that I simply need to force them for it to happen.

And no, things just working and being forced to work really isn't contradictory in this case.

It's like when you fix something and you expect it to run okay. But then once it gets going, you find it's working even better than you expected.

Very nice feeling!

Kelley and won tickets to see Amanda Palmer for free in Cambridge, MA tomorrow night!

I'm really, really excited!

The problem with Livejournal is that we all think we are so close, but really, we know nothing about each other. Hence, I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about. Then post this in your LJ and find out what people don’t know about you.

After the play in Lexington, kschap and I headed back home to Maine but decided to stop in Portsmouth, New Hampshire at one of our favorite restaurants. I first went to The Friendly Toast in 1998 when the girl I was dating at the time took me there. I loved it then and still love it now. They have mostly breakfast food and unusual sorts of sandwiches. Lots of vegetarian options, too. On the weekends they're open 24 hours. So it was the perfect place to go to eat when leaving Lexington at 11 pm and passing through Portsmouth about midnight.

Kelley got a "Superman Scramble" which was eggs with asparagus, broccoli, banana peppers, and maybe one or two other things with a cilantro sauce of some sort. I tasted it and it was really good. I got a Cuban sandwich which was ham, cheese, pickles (and I think maybe mine had yellow peppers, too) in a tortilla. Very yummy.

Towards the end of the meal, the server comes up to check on us.

"So, do you wanna hook up?" I hear.

I know my eyes got huge. I hope my jaw didn't drop. No no, that can't be right, I think to myself.

"I'm sorry, what?" I say.

"Are you both doing okay?" she says.

"Oh yeah, fine, fine thanks," I say.

She smiles and walks away.

Kelley asks what's up with me.

"I don't even want to tell you what I thought she said the first time," I whisper at Kelley.

Kelley, baffled, says, "Why not?"

"I'm a little embarrassed, I don't know how I thought she said what I thought she said when all she asked was how we were doing," I explain.

"Now you've got to tell me."

"All right, I thought she said, 'Do you wanna hook up?' and I was blown away because you're sitting right there, clearly my girlfriend, and that would have been pretty inappropriate unless you were included in the invitation, too."

"I don't know how you got 'Do you wanna hook up?' out of 'Are you doing okay?' but it's too bad she didn't say that because she's cute," Kelley responds.

Folks, I have hearing loss and hear things wrong all the time. All the time. But usually what actually happens is that I hear something that ends up being a jumble in my ears and I try to decipher it. For instance, last fall, Kelley and I were in Cambridge and I thought I heard someone ask someone else, "Do I look like a goat pasture?" What I mostly heard was "Do I look like mumble mumble mumble?" and tried to decipher it from the mumbled sounds I thought I picked up. What that person actually said, according to Kelley later, was "Do I look like a junkie to you?"

This was different. I very clearly, with no mumbling involved, heard the words, "So, do you wanna hook up?" It wasn't a case of deciphering something I was unsure about. It sounded 100% enunciated in my ears and brain. The only reason I questioned it was because I know I hear things wrong very frequently and also that no one has ever just asked me if I wanted to hook up before.

So weird. I don't know how I heard that so clearly when it wasn't what she said at all.

Maybe I was hallucinating from still being on a high because Amanda Palmer had just kissed me an hour before!

If I build it, they will come....

I just accidentally e-mailed people from the Marriage Equality Campaign, and my Literature Professor Jill Rubinson, using the name "Squizzle McQuickstack" for my account name.

*facepalm*

For those of you who read comic books, and don't have a comic book store within easy distance of your home, where do you get your comic books? Is there a good mail order company that won't demand my first born child to cover shipping charges? I know someone out there has to have recommendations for me.