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Nov. 29th, 2008 08:02 pmI got Patricia Brigg's autograph ^___^
Of course, I was fucking stupid talking to her, but you know, whatever. I half hope I never meet Neil Gaiman, cause I'll so fucking humiliate myself it's sad. Anyway.
It's probably stupid, but lately I've been kinda happy with myself. I never was willing to eat in restaurant and stuff alone, mostly from bashfulness and stuff. But, I ate alone in the airport, and I just left the bar here in the hotel. A few years ago I never would have been that brave--and how sad that I think that's being brave. But, still. I'm usually way too bashful and shit to do it. But I did it, and had fun. I had three beers, and nachos, and the bartender was really niceand cute.
^__^ I also got a doofy book, that I will pimp later, 'cause it's across the room and I don't remember all the vitals. But it's a spoofy sort of thing, that normally I would not have bought, but the woman pimping it did an awesome job. Of course, the best part came after I bought it, when I got a free shot glass - 'If you don't like the book, then use this a few times, and it'll be much better.' A sense of humor, I can always admire ^___^
But, if one more person bashes Stephen King, my peeps may be called upon to post bail.
Now, it's only eight. What to do, what to do. I am 20-odd pages typed, and about twelve more (I totally typed that mortal the first time, wtf self?0 written ^__^ I think this fucker is turning into a novella.
I think I will go back out to the lobby and write some more.
Sammikins, I hope you are feeling a little better <3
P.S. One of my roomies (the one that is not Maile) came in while I was typing this, and she thought I'd been there the whole time. I told her no, I'd just gotten back from nachos and three beers. She said I did not look like a three beers kind of gal. I guess 'cause I'm so quiet, here. But, I'm not talkative and crap except around people I know well. Still, it's kind of funny that I appear so...serious and sober? Cause half the emails I get are addressed to Amaretto/Amasour ^_~ and any reader who has been around for five minutes knows I like my alcohol. ^___^
Of course, I was fucking stupid talking to her, but you know, whatever. I half hope I never meet Neil Gaiman, cause I'll so fucking humiliate myself it's sad. Anyway.
It's probably stupid, but lately I've been kinda happy with myself. I never was willing to eat in restaurant and stuff alone, mostly from bashfulness and stuff. But, I ate alone in the airport, and I just left the bar here in the hotel. A few years ago I never would have been that brave--and how sad that I think that's being brave. But, still. I'm usually way too bashful and shit to do it. But I did it, and had fun. I had three beers, and nachos, and the bartender was really nice
^__^ I also got a doofy book, that I will pimp later, 'cause it's across the room and I don't remember all the vitals. But it's a spoofy sort of thing, that normally I would not have bought, but the woman pimping it did an awesome job. Of course, the best part came after I bought it, when I got a free shot glass - 'If you don't like the book, then use this a few times, and it'll be much better.' A sense of humor, I can always admire ^___^
But, if one more person bashes Stephen King, my peeps may be called upon to post bail.
Now, it's only eight. What to do, what to do. I am 20-odd pages typed, and about twelve more (I totally typed that mortal the first time, wtf self?0 written ^__^ I think this fucker is turning into a novella.
I think I will go back out to the lobby and write some more.
Sammikins, I hope you are feeling a little better <3
P.S. One of my roomies (the one that is not Maile) came in while I was typing this, and she thought I'd been there the whole time. I told her no, I'd just gotten back from nachos and three beers. She said I did not look like a three beers kind of gal. I guess 'cause I'm so quiet, here. But, I'm not talkative and crap except around people I know well. Still, it's kind of funny that I appear so...serious and sober? Cause half the emails I get are addressed to Amaretto/Amasour ^_~ and any reader who has been around for five minutes knows I like my alcohol. ^___^
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Date: 2008-11-30 01:07 am (UTC)Alcohol is for the winz0r. People tell me the same thing until they see me drink and then they're always kinda shocked.
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Date: 2008-11-30 01:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-30 01:28 am (UTC)I don't like eating by myself. At all. In public or not. I use to go over to my friend's houses with food just so I could eat with someone around. I still don't like to eat alone.
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Date: 2008-11-30 01:29 am (UTC)Do I have to fly in and kick some ass? Fucktards.
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Date: 2008-11-30 03:24 am (UTC)2. YOU ARE LUSH QUEEN.
3. I went clubbing and DANCED last night and that was something I had always been too shy to do before. I wish my solider had been there and I could have danced with him, but it distracted me somewhat. The alcohol helped too.
4. HURRAH FOR DOING THINGS WE DON'T NORMALLY DO.
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Date: 2008-11-30 09:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-30 09:50 am (UTC)Ok... that sounded a bit stalkery.... lol, anyway, please keep up the good work!!
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Date: 2008-11-30 04:25 pm (UTC)It's great that you're enjoying yourself. Glad your having such a good time ^^
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Date: 2008-12-02 04:38 am (UTC)And I think it's awesome that you're becoming that much more self confident. Because that's what that is, enough confidence in yourself to say Eh, so what I'm by myself. I'll have a good time regardless. You go girl.