Given a choice between the two of them...
Dec. 7th, 2008 11:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
soc_puppetSo last night I dreamed that my family's pet horse tore our family's pet seventeen foot crocodile into pieces. Rended it asunder, even. And I just. Whut.
Ignoring the fact that my family has neither a horse nor a crocodile (hahahaha, yeah, let's see one of those winter over in Iowa), I kept thinking in the dream that it was inevitable that one would eventually do irreparable harm to the other since they were both being kept in the same too-small yard. That it was the horse who walked away unscathed in my dream likely says something about what I subconsciously think of horses.
I just. Still. What? I don't know where my brain even gets this stuff sometimes.
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On a different note, I am quite happy to report that we have a new new refrigerator, rather than a new old refrigerator, and that it works beautifully. Now, rather than having gallons of milk go bad to the point of lumps on us in under a week because the fridge's interior temperature at its coldest setting is in the mid fifties, our milk is staying good and getting frozen chunks below its half-way setting. Yay, new fridge!
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Last night was the Quire concert. Frankly, I think I feel a little too glad that it's over. I was beginning to feel a little snappish towards the end there.
After the concert was over there was the reception thing where there was food and all the attendees were invited to mingle with the singers/musicians/directors. I ended up having a decently good time for the duration.
Towards the end (or at least towards the time that my family left), though, I ran into CuteGuy.
See, CuteGuy is this guy who looks about my age-ish that works at the school I deliver kids to. He mostly takes care of the kid who is secretly my favorite, and usually says "Hi" to me and/or my associate and occasionally makes itty bitty bits of smalltalk. And I have something of a tinycrush going for him. It has only recently occurred to me, in fact, that, hey! I'm a responsible, bisexual-identified adult; there's really not much to stop me from actually making a move on either him or CuteGirl-whose-name-is-Erica! Which prompted a whole 'nother train of thought that I'm not gonna get into just now. I will seriously sing the Bishi Ballads for you guys someday, I swear.
During my training, of course, I was informed that I was not to use the children to hit on parents/caretakers/what-have-you. Which, um. Kinda seems like common sense to me, really, but if they're warning against it, it's apparently happened before, so. Anyway, I took the idea and decided it was probably a bad idea to try and pick up people on the job in general. I decided mild flirting was probably okay, mostly because my flirting-detector is not yet 100% online. Especially for me. If I ever found someone I was possibly interested while on the job and ran into them in an outside situation, though, it would be all go.
And then CuteGuy turns up after a Quire concert.
Brief conversation was roughly as follows:
Guy: Hi!
Me: Oh, hi!
Guy: So this is what you do on weekends?
Me: Mostly Sunday evenings ¦D
At which point, my dad, whose food I had been watching (and eating some of - I hope he wasn't expecting to keep that broccoli for long) and he drifted off with the person he was there with(?) to do other things.
HOWEVER. That is not all that happened! Not shown in that brief conversation is the absolute mess of loud thoughts running through my head at the time.
"OhGod, it's CuteGuy! He's here, I've actually run into him at a social event outside of a work atmosphere, I could actually potentially make a move of some sort, ohgodohgodohgod. Or, wait. None of the Quire subtitles say anything about allies being participants, they just say "Eastern Iowa's GLBT chorus," OH GOD WHAT IF HE THINKS I'M PROBABLY NOT INTO MEN NOW AND HE'S WRITTEN ME OFF AND I'VE UTTERLY LOST WHATEVER CHANCE I MIGHT OTHERWISE HAVE HAD. Aaaauuugh, there's a reason I didn't see if I could advertise this at work or mention it to my associate or anything. Or what if he's gay and not into women, that would totally just be my luck, wouldn't it? Or maybe he's into women but he's taken by that girl he appears to be here with, that could be it too (though then I'd at least have a chance if/when they broke up). AUGH AUGH AUGH, I FINALLY RUN INTO HIM NOT AT A SCHOOL AND IT'S AT THIS EVENT AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT MEANS, AUGH (except that he's almost certainly not homophobic at least)."
And so forth. Thankfully, I don't think any of that showed on my face (or at least any of the negative, paranoid stuff), and I managed to keep my cool through the short conversation, b-but still. I. Feel rather more like a high schooler just now than I actually did in high school ._.a
SOMEday, I will hopefully get a handle on this "human relationships" thing. Someday.
Ignoring the fact that my family has neither a horse nor a crocodile (hahahaha, yeah, let's see one of those winter over in Iowa), I kept thinking in the dream that it was inevitable that one would eventually do irreparable harm to the other since they were both being kept in the same too-small yard. That it was the horse who walked away unscathed in my dream likely says something about what I subconsciously think of horses.
I just. Still. What? I don't know where my brain even gets this stuff sometimes.
----
On a different note, I am quite happy to report that we have a new new refrigerator, rather than a new old refrigerator, and that it works beautifully. Now, rather than having gallons of milk go bad to the point of lumps on us in under a week because the fridge's interior temperature at its coldest setting is in the mid fifties, our milk is staying good and getting frozen chunks below its half-way setting. Yay, new fridge!
----
Last night was the Quire concert. Frankly, I think I feel a little too glad that it's over. I was beginning to feel a little snappish towards the end there.
After the concert was over there was the reception thing where there was food and all the attendees were invited to mingle with the singers/musicians/directors. I ended up having a decently good time for the duration.
Towards the end (or at least towards the time that my family left), though, I ran into CuteGuy.
See, CuteGuy is this guy who looks about my age-ish that works at the school I deliver kids to. He mostly takes care of the kid who is secretly my favorite, and usually says "Hi" to me and/or my associate and occasionally makes itty bitty bits of smalltalk. And I have something of a tinycrush going for him. It has only recently occurred to me, in fact, that, hey! I'm a responsible, bisexual-identified adult; there's really not much to stop me from actually making a move on either him or CuteGirl-whose-name-is-Erica! Which prompted a whole 'nother train of thought that I'm not gonna get into just now. I will seriously sing the Bishi Ballads for you guys someday, I swear.
During my training, of course, I was informed that I was not to use the children to hit on parents/caretakers/what-have-you. Which, um. Kinda seems like common sense to me, really, but if they're warning against it, it's apparently happened before, so. Anyway, I took the idea and decided it was probably a bad idea to try and pick up people on the job in general. I decided mild flirting was probably okay, mostly because my flirting-detector is not yet 100% online. Especially for me. If I ever found someone I was possibly interested while on the job and ran into them in an outside situation, though, it would be all go.
And then CuteGuy turns up after a Quire concert.
Brief conversation was roughly as follows:
Guy: Hi!
Me: Oh, hi!
Guy: So this is what you do on weekends?
Me: Mostly Sunday evenings ¦D
At which point, my dad, whose food I had been watching (and eating some of - I hope he wasn't expecting to keep that broccoli for long) and he drifted off with the person he was there with(?) to do other things.
HOWEVER. That is not all that happened! Not shown in that brief conversation is the absolute mess of loud thoughts running through my head at the time.
"OhGod, it's CuteGuy! He's here, I've actually run into him at a social event outside of a work atmosphere, I could actually potentially make a move of some sort, ohgodohgodohgod. Or, wait. None of the Quire subtitles say anything about allies being participants, they just say "Eastern Iowa's GLBT chorus," OH GOD WHAT IF HE THINKS I'M PROBABLY NOT INTO MEN NOW AND HE'S WRITTEN ME OFF AND I'VE UTTERLY LOST WHATEVER CHANCE I MIGHT OTHERWISE HAVE HAD. Aaaauuugh, there's a reason I didn't see if I could advertise this at work or mention it to my associate or anything. Or what if he's gay and not into women, that would totally just be my luck, wouldn't it? Or maybe he's into women but he's taken by that girl he appears to be here with, that could be it too (though then I'd at least have a chance if/when they broke up). AUGH AUGH AUGH, I FINALLY RUN INTO HIM NOT AT A SCHOOL AND IT'S AT THIS EVENT AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT MEANS, AUGH (except that he's almost certainly not homophobic at least)."
And so forth. Thankfully, I don't think any of that showed on my face (or at least any of the negative, paranoid stuff), and I managed to keep my cool through the short conversation, b-but still. I. Feel rather more like a high schooler just now than I actually did in high school ._.a
SOMEday, I will hopefully get a handle on this "human relationships" thing. Someday.
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