Update: Wednesday, 11:25PM: Life on drugs, day 6
For something called anti-depressants, these things really aren't doing their job yet. It's been a really lousy few days. I've been feeling really miserable the last few days. I'm supposed to go to this party thrown by AMETHYSTULA on Saturday. but now I'm not sure I want to go. On the one hand, I'd really like to meet some Boston SG people (No ofense to all y'all Michigan people...) but on the other, I'm always uncomfortable with strangers, and I've barely traded comments with anyone who will be going. Sometimes I think I'd be better off if I gave up on being cool and interesting and just joined the mindless herd.
I went and had a good conversation with the girl at the manga store today. I went in at lunch and bought a volume of Eagle. The girl's face lit up and she said, "Oh, you're the one who buys these! We always wonder! It's a great series, but only one person ever buys them. I guess the magic girls and fighting boys are more popular." Then we proceeded to talk for like fifteen minutes about Trigun and Neil Gaiman and Priest... really good conversation. Only problem: it was the wrong girl! The pink-haired girl wasn't working. This was the dark-haired younger girl who's not as cute, but listens to good Japanese music. *shrug* Practice for the real thing, I guess...
Quick update: Thursday night: Life on drugs, day 5
Upped it to a half dose this morning. I'm starting to feel really doped up. I catch myself staring off into space for long periods of time. Can't concentrate on anything. My legs feel like jelly, I'm a little disoriented, and words keep floating just beyond my reach. I'm unclear whether this is related to the medication or the fact that I've been up til all hours every night this week.
The new job is... slow. No one's really teaching us much, but it's fine with me because I spend all day checking email and browsing Craigslist.
Went comic book shopping last night after work at the comic book shop around the corner from new work. Bought the first three issues of Neil Gaiman's "1602" (the Marvel universe takes on the Spanish Inquisition), the first three issues of "Freaks of the Heartland" (bleak, disturbing, slow-moving plot with bleak, exquisitely-shaded, heart-wrenching art), and the first two issues of Wanted (the best thing I've ever read. Cross Fight Club and Pulp Fiction with Watchmen). Good times. I also wandered into the store's sister-store up the street, which sells mostly Anime, manga, and related toys. There's this really cute pink-haired girl working there. She probably goes to Salem State and is on break for the summer. She said hi and gave me a cute little smile when I walked in. I said hi back, but I was too shy to say anything else, and don't know much about manga or anime. I asked some friends for manga recommendations, but they didn't come up with much. I did notice one shelf with a tag marked "Heather's pick of the week". I can only assume that she of the pink hair (it's sooo cute... picture like Gwendolyn's first set) is Heather. Maybe I'll go in and pick that up, along with one called "Eagle: The Making of an Asian-American President" tomorrow and try to start a conversation.
For something called anti-depressants, these things really aren't doing their job yet. It's been a really lousy few days. I've been feeling really miserable the last few days. I'm supposed to go to this party thrown by AMETHYSTULA on Saturday. but now I'm not sure I want to go. On the one hand, I'd really like to meet some Boston SG people (No ofense to all y'all Michigan people...) but on the other, I'm always uncomfortable with strangers, and I've barely traded comments with anyone who will be going. Sometimes I think I'd be better off if I gave up on being cool and interesting and just joined the mindless herd.
I went and had a good conversation with the girl at the manga store today. I went in at lunch and bought a volume of Eagle. The girl's face lit up and she said, "Oh, you're the one who buys these! We always wonder! It's a great series, but only one person ever buys them. I guess the magic girls and fighting boys are more popular." Then we proceeded to talk for like fifteen minutes about Trigun and Neil Gaiman and Priest... really good conversation. Only problem: it was the wrong girl! The pink-haired girl wasn't working. This was the dark-haired younger girl who's not as cute, but listens to good Japanese music. *shrug* Practice for the real thing, I guess...
Quick update: Thursday night: Life on drugs, day 5
Upped it to a half dose this morning. I'm starting to feel really doped up. I catch myself staring off into space for long periods of time. Can't concentrate on anything. My legs feel like jelly, I'm a little disoriented, and words keep floating just beyond my reach. I'm unclear whether this is related to the medication or the fact that I've been up til all hours every night this week.
The new job is... slow. No one's really teaching us much, but it's fine with me because I spend all day checking email and browsing Craigslist.
Went comic book shopping last night after work at the comic book shop around the corner from new work. Bought the first three issues of Neil Gaiman's "1602" (the Marvel universe takes on the Spanish Inquisition), the first three issues of "Freaks of the Heartland" (bleak, disturbing, slow-moving plot with bleak, exquisitely-shaded, heart-wrenching art), and the first two issues of Wanted (the best thing I've ever read. Cross Fight Club and Pulp Fiction with Watchmen). Good times. I also wandered into the store's sister-store up the street, which sells mostly Anime, manga, and related toys. There's this really cute pink-haired girl working there. She probably goes to Salem State and is on break for the summer. She said hi and gave me a cute little smile when I walked in. I said hi back, but I was too shy to say anything else, and don't know much about manga or anime. I asked some friends for manga recommendations, but they didn't come up with much. I did notice one shelf with a tag marked "Heather's pick of the week". I can only assume that she of the pink hair (it's sooo cute... picture like Gwendolyn's first set) is Heather. Maybe I'll go in and pick that up, along with one called "Eagle: The Making of an Asian-American President" tomorrow and try to start a conversation.
catwoman:
Sorry the drugs are making you feel yucky but I'm sure you will get used to it. I think you should ask the cute girl out for coffee or somthing. Well have a good day. 