Hystory Mystery

If there's anyone out there following my life, you should be aware that I've recently moved to Austin for college. My particular school has more than 50,000 undergraduates. The school I transfered from had half that.

In this crowd of 50,000, there are some pretty attractive people . And, being a straight female, I notice men. AKA, TH3REz L0Tz OF H@WT GUiiZ HERE, y'@LL!1~1

But, the History Channel has ruined some of them.

Like today, there was a particularly cute guy standing all nonchalantly against a building. He was perfect. He didn't give a damn about you or anyone else, and his stance communicated that flawlessly.

My first thought was "Why, helloooo ;) " but then suddenly shifted to Ted Bundy. Luring unsuspecting women in with his fatal charm and KILLER good looks.

I believe more women should be aware of this possibility. Especially with school starting up and men and women suddenly being thrust back into close proximity after two months of an unusually cold winter.

So, ladies and particular gentlemen, next time you see a hot guy, don't think ,'UR HAWT.' Instead, imagine your bloody, severed head jammed onto a wooden stake with that same hot guy dancing an odd squatted dance (naked, though ;) ) in a circle around it. But I don't know. You may like that kind of attention.

Ice Capades

Last week, I, along with some friends, went ice skating again for the first time in probably four or five years. Now, I've never really been known for my extraordinary poise or coordination. In fact, there was this time I forgot about the last step on the bus in middle school, which took a while to live down. But I could always, eventually, hold my own going ice skating or roller blading once I got used to the lack of friction.

And so I did; after the initial five minutes of paralyzing fear and awkwardness, I found my footing, and was landing triple Salchows like nobody's business. I'm actually writing this to recount my observations on all the types of people you normally find on your standard, public ice skating rink in your average shopping mall, *hawk, spit*.

So, A.) Children. No surprises there. I might as well have said, 'people.' But I mean the type of children that are literally snot-nosed because of the cold. The type of children whose parents are using this ice rink to teach them the adage, 'if at first you don't succeed, blah-da-bleedle-do' to everyone's, namely MY, great freakin' annoyance. It's like Bobo Dolls on Ice out there.

Maybe if you were watching them from behind the glass, you'd be nostalgically reminded of Bambi's first time on the frozen pond. How shaky and knobbly his legs were, and how he fell so adorably and got right back up. You'd probably think it endearing how they fall on the already soaking knees of their pants, and continue going the wrong way around the rink.

But on the other side of the glass, which is basically a petri dish of every known germ and disease to have ever existed, these kids are wily, sniffling, goombas.

B.) Couples. Ugghhhhhhhh. There was this one couple who were pretty good, and would always end up skating directly in front of me. The guy had a pony tail, and I wanted to pull it pretty badly, too.

We stayed till it was time for it to close, and saw all the overly-touchy couples asking other people to take pictures of them and shit. A lot of them were overweight, too, for some reason. Oh right, I live in Texas.

C.) The GOOD one. The 9 year old ice skating prodigy who stands in the middle of the rink to do tricks and laugh at the mortals with her coach/father out there in a track suit. When she falls, they laugh like it's the most ironic thing to have ever happened. If this is what hard work turns you into, it'll be my next excuse to continue lying in bed and imagine things in the clouds that must be passing by overhead.

D.) Skatefags. The label says so much about these people. They act like faggots. They skate at about 5,000,000 mph. They only use the internet to go on 4chan and look at the new stuff at Spencer's Gifts. They've been skating to get rid of the "darkness" and stress of social interactions since elementary. They have 5+ pet snakes. Their name is Geoffrey, and they once got on top of a desk in 8th grade and threatened to burn down the school after being harassed by some dickweed.

There might've been more, but since I waited about a week before writing this, I can't remember the rest right now.

Hope errbody had a Happy Christmas and wonderful New Years.

I'm about to get ready for work. I am in a weird limbo state right now where I have too much and too little time to do what I want.

I don't have enough time to watch any of the TV I've missed for the past two weeks now. It's just sitting in my TiVo, all shiny and unspoiled. Like little gifts. I should just not watch any of my TV till Christmas morn. That'd probably make for the best Christmas I'll ever have.

I saw two people on scooters today, and they both slipped off of them while I was watching. I hate seeing people loose face. I also hate how funny I still think it was.

That is all.

My Theory of Relativity

Maybe, if I can wrap myself in enough sheets and blanket folds, time will be forced to gently skip over my plush cocoon--my soft little pocket in time.

MOVE

Today was the first day of uni. Only had one class, but it was no less nerve-wracking.

Afterward, I went to the library to check on the book I've been stalking on eBay for one of my classes. While sulking about how many times it'd been bid on since I'd last seen it, the man using the computer next to me asked for help on how to delete his messages. He was one of those "continuing education" people. I mean, I don't have anything against them. Hell, more power to them. But they also seem to be the most computer-retarded people I've ever met besides my own mother.

The thing that got me was that he kept right clicking. As if every problem could be solved by right clicking and choosing something from that little window. I admit, that'd save a lot of trouble, but he was incessant with that freaking button. I think he thought they had to be pressed together. How cute.

"If you click that top box, it'll check all your messages for you."
"Oh, alright."
Clicks the box, and despite all the messages being selected, he then right clicks just to be safe.
"Hmm..'Select All', that's what I'm tryin' ta do!"
Click. Now everything is highlighted.

He does that 2 more times. It was all I could do from going Nick Burns on him.

We eventually figured it out. He was nice about it too, I really just need to have more patience with everyone. I could blame it on me being hyped up with it being the first day and all, but I generally have little patience with people who don't know what they're doing anyway.

P.S. inb4 Macs. Still would've found a way to not understand.