Oh, gods, strange...
Jun. 9th, 2003 08:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bloodygranuaileLots of good things. A couple bad things. Everything so wonderfully wierd and other-people-oriented... *happy sigh*
So, I'm still really happy about meeting Thalia. She kicks ass. We didn't get much "analyzing" done, 'cos it's harder to analyze over AIM. I'll have to get her on the phone... Anyway.
So. Met Thalia yesterday. And then met this guy named Jude or something today--apparently one of the friends of the older people; college guy with long blond hair (yay!) who somehow reminds me of AW which is really odd 'cos I don't actually know AW at all; he just did. (I mean, he's not blue or redheaded or an Elf, and whatever else I could gather about him doesn't fit the profile AW gives, but he just reminded me of him anyway...) So that was also fun. Ended up with seven(ish) of us sitting in a circle on the kitchen floor talking about everything from Japanese insults to politics. To cow-tipping, because that always comes up. Erm, yeah... so, interesting long-haired dude... that tips this day from debatable to the good side of okay.
The massive social problems are all no longer problems except for one, which is so bad and so strange and so bloody painful, even for me who isn't involved except to Be There for everyone (because I can't actually _help_. I have no social skills, so I can't even _sound_ sympathetic, I just *am*. Everyone's welcome to rant at me, but I'm really currently the world's most ineffective therapist), which has resulted in hours and hours of analyzing every moment of social action with Eddy, and a load of depressing conversations with various people, which sometimes go off on odd tangents. (Horribly strange conversation with Matt is now about colors, and is supremely informative. Yay!)
So, most things are good. But life is never all good. Especially at this age level when we respond very negatively to *everything*. (Bah. Hormones. Hormones eeeeeevil. Hormones make everyone lose their heads. *sigh* WHY can't people screw their HEADS back on?!)
I'm feeling happy; I feel happy and I feel like writing a rant against love, but that would make me not happy; my brain's confusing me at the moment... and stuff... goodbye...
-Claudia
So, I'm still really happy about meeting Thalia. She kicks ass. We didn't get much "analyzing" done, 'cos it's harder to analyze over AIM. I'll have to get her on the phone... Anyway.
So. Met Thalia yesterday. And then met this guy named Jude or something today--apparently one of the friends of the older people; college guy with long blond hair (yay!) who somehow reminds me of AW which is really odd 'cos I don't actually know AW at all; he just did. (I mean, he's not blue or redheaded or an Elf, and whatever else I could gather about him doesn't fit the profile AW gives, but he just reminded me of him anyway...) So that was also fun. Ended up with seven(ish) of us sitting in a circle on the kitchen floor talking about everything from Japanese insults to politics. To cow-tipping, because that always comes up. Erm, yeah... so, interesting long-haired dude... that tips this day from debatable to the good side of okay.
The massive social problems are all no longer problems except for one, which is so bad and so strange and so bloody painful, even for me who isn't involved except to Be There for everyone (because I can't actually _help_. I have no social skills, so I can't even _sound_ sympathetic, I just *am*. Everyone's welcome to rant at me, but I'm really currently the world's most ineffective therapist), which has resulted in hours and hours of analyzing every moment of social action with Eddy, and a load of depressing conversations with various people, which sometimes go off on odd tangents. (Horribly strange conversation with Matt is now about colors, and is supremely informative. Yay!)
So, most things are good. But life is never all good. Especially at this age level when we respond very negatively to *everything*. (Bah. Hormones. Hormones eeeeeevil. Hormones make everyone lose their heads. *sigh* WHY can't people screw their HEADS back on?!)
I'm feeling happy; I feel happy and I feel like writing a rant against love, but that would make me not happy; my brain's confusing me at the moment... and stuff... goodbye...
-Claudia
