Strangers are exciting, their mystery never ends.*

But, there's nothing like looking at your own history in the faces of your friends.

Meme via lienne: Get to Know Your Flist.

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ETA: While a mediocre book, Deprivers would make for an awesome paranoia SF movie. (Awesome!) blizzardcake's vid post totally works to get a sense of the "Ah! You're glowing blue!" bit.


* Ani Difranco

You can meet a lot of people.*

Have literally done nothing all day, despite list of things to do. Resolutely do not want to go to Leiden, to the Einstein bar, alone, at the wee hours tonight. Probably ought to. But...but alone, at a bar, trying to be social, and did I mention alone?

*freak out*

ETA: And of course, the first thing I read on my friends' page is ursulav's Phew! I have been busy!.

*cries*

ETA2: Maybe the fact that I haven't seen or spoken to a living soul in over 24 hours has some sort of influence on my current state. I know I need a social life. But it's cruelly ironic that I need a social life (people to go to the bar with) to get a social life (meet people at the bar). *huddles into a corner*


Links of the Day:
hobbit_eyes's Sylinder: the Sitcom episodes
obeyshi's Fanmix: Nuclear Daydream
mabetini's Fanmix: Mylar
barhaven's Fanmix: The Watchmaker, an FST (Fan Soundtrack)
yaoi_anti_drug's Fanfic: Worst Case Scenario


* "a few girls from Belgium", talking about Einstein

Chicken one day, feathers the next.*

I've decided that if I have to drag myself by the scruff of the neck and kick myself in the arse to get out the door and to Einstein, then maybe I don't actually want to go. And maybe I don't have to.

So, yeah, fuck that.

Instead, I'm going to take a stroll to the train station and Megastore. *shucks on coat* Because I should not be apprehensive over going outside, and if I stay in here any longer, that may just happen.

And I'm not joking around here. I honestly have, in the past, had moments where I stare at the door and a big matronly self says, "Self, you're going outside." And you know what? A little self petulantly replies, "Don't wanna," whilst sucking on a peppermint and dragging a stuffed leopard**. "There's goblins there."

Only with more hesitation and irrational fear. Like, hand-on-doorknob, "Do I really want to do this? No, no I don't, there's all sorts of nasties outside - oh god help me, I didn't just feel that way." sort of deal. Gah.

Aw, crap. Procrastinating. *eyes door*

Tomorrow, if I'm not on the train to Leiden to take the bus to Noordwijk and wander around on the beach and hunt down hot Welschboy from the Youth Hostel, I give myself up for a good Talking To.

*impersonates icon!bunny* And I have so many things to do...

ETA: Honestly, I'm finding it distressingly hard to get up and go. And tamade, thinking about how a fucking waste of time and life today - and a horrible number of other days - has been is not helping.

Sorry for the "Eee, craaaa-zy" post, folks. I'll be going now.

ETA2: 12 am: Two hours later, I'm back. No goblins, nasties, or pervs. Just american tourists.


* Anon. or uncredited
** Leo the leopard, because I thought English spelt phonetically once upon a time.