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bending_sickleToday was weird. I woke up around 11, which was glorious, and internetted from my bed, which was heavenly, although eventually the lack of dinner and breakfast at by then the incredibly late hour of 2 pm was working me over. So I made it out of the house and took the 4 pm train to the Hague.
I'd been fantasizing about Argentinus, an Argentinian restaurant specializing in big-ass hunks of meat. Sadly, by the time I was in the neighbourhood I was famished and it was, I decided, probably too late to a) see if they were still seving lunch and b) I would have starved to death by the time I was served. So it was Subways.
I continued my Hague movie weekend tradition (broken by last week's Stay in Bedroom All Weekend tradition) and watched The Reader. I was holding back the most powerful sobs all throughout the movie. Ye gods! but that was one sad film.
And then, on a whim, I walked to my old house, which is some 4 km from the center and took me an hour. Then I walked back to the center, scoffing at my taking the train at the closer HS station, because I'm just that stubborn. (I did, however, buy some wok take-away, because, hello, starving.) My knees, which had been aching ever since I'd started running and had been quietly killing me all week, were about ready to jump out and stab me in the neck if I didn't give them a break. They really, really hurt now. Like, oh gods, don't make me walk. Or bend my legs.
Throughout my stupid, pointless and rather nostalgic stroll, I was hit on by at least three men. There may have been another random whistle or two. What. The. Fuck. I hate being stared at at the best of times, but I really wasn't in a pleasant mood. And some of these guys were persistant. There was the one guy who was all, "Hello-o", yeah, but compare that to the guy who biked alongside me, after wolf-whistling, and spouting gods' know what in Dutch.
Or the guy who passed me and said a few times, "Excuse me, can I ask you a question." I'd ignored him, but eventually turned back because I'm a polite citizen and thought, hell, maybe he has a valid question. What does he say? "You're very beautiful." o.0 "Um, thank you." *gestures across road" And he goes on with that theme, asking also where I'm from, and when I scurry off away from him, being polite, friendly but firm in the "I am so not interested" sense, he's like, "Where exactly are you from? Madrid?" and I think how that's a stupid question because he probably doesn't know any other place in Spain and anyway, there's a street in the way between us, I think that may be significant.
Which reminds me, I once actually had a guy walk alongside me for a long while last year, or late the year before that. Now that was weird and creepy. The guy wasn't weird, but, um, don't walk with me, ok? Guy I don't know? Fuck the hell off.
I've been rewatching childhood classics recently on YouTube, too. Things like the Care Bears Movie 2 and the My Little Pony Special. It's awesome how things I don't remember at all are suddenly so very familiar once again. Oh, and I always found Dark Heart damn fine. ;) (Although no one compares to Disney's Robin Hood. I had such a crush on him as a kid... I would convert to furry-ism for that one.)
And now I'm all aching knees and unshed tears. It's 1:30 am but I'm not sleepy, so I'm off to watch the only movie I ever found Benicio del Toro hot in. (Which is Excess Baggage, Part 1 here.) I'd like him well enough now if only he'd catch up on that decade of sleep it seems he's missing.
Quote of the Day:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ursulav, here
Links of the Day:
Banana-Strawberry Cream Pie
Pecan Maple Bacon Cookies
Banana-Chocolate Cupcakes in Ice Cream Cones
Rocky Road Candy
kellifer_fic's SPN Podfic: It's Guy Love (Between Two Guys)
strangeandcharm's SPN Podfic: And I Wake Up Blind (Like My Dreams Were Too Bright)
*ursulav
I'd been fantasizing about Argentinus, an Argentinian restaurant specializing in big-ass hunks of meat. Sadly, by the time I was in the neighbourhood I was famished and it was, I decided, probably too late to a) see if they were still seving lunch and b) I would have starved to death by the time I was served. So it was Subways.
I continued my Hague movie weekend tradition (broken by last week's Stay in Bedroom All Weekend tradition) and watched The Reader. I was holding back the most powerful sobs all throughout the movie. Ye gods! but that was one sad film.
And then, on a whim, I walked to my old house, which is some 4 km from the center and took me an hour. Then I walked back to the center, scoffing at my taking the train at the closer HS station, because I'm just that stubborn. (I did, however, buy some wok take-away, because, hello, starving.) My knees, which had been aching ever since I'd started running and had been quietly killing me all week, were about ready to jump out and stab me in the neck if I didn't give them a break. They really, really hurt now. Like, oh gods, don't make me walk. Or bend my legs.
Throughout my stupid, pointless and rather nostalgic stroll, I was hit on by at least three men. There may have been another random whistle or two. What. The. Fuck. I hate being stared at at the best of times, but I really wasn't in a pleasant mood. And some of these guys were persistant. There was the one guy who was all, "Hello-o", yeah, but compare that to the guy who biked alongside me, after wolf-whistling, and spouting gods' know what in Dutch.
Or the guy who passed me and said a few times, "Excuse me, can I ask you a question." I'd ignored him, but eventually turned back because I'm a polite citizen and thought, hell, maybe he has a valid question. What does he say? "You're very beautiful." o.0 "Um, thank you." *gestures across road" And he goes on with that theme, asking also where I'm from, and when I scurry off away from him, being polite, friendly but firm in the "I am so not interested" sense, he's like, "Where exactly are you from? Madrid?" and I think how that's a stupid question because he probably doesn't know any other place in Spain and anyway, there's a street in the way between us, I think that may be significant.
Which reminds me, I once actually had a guy walk alongside me for a long while last year, or late the year before that. Now that was weird and creepy. The guy wasn't weird, but, um, don't walk with me, ok? Guy I don't know? Fuck the hell off.
I've been rewatching childhood classics recently on YouTube, too. Things like the Care Bears Movie 2 and the My Little Pony Special. It's awesome how things I don't remember at all are suddenly so very familiar once again. Oh, and I always found Dark Heart damn fine. ;) (Although no one compares to Disney's Robin Hood. I had such a crush on him as a kid... I would convert to furry-ism for that one.)
And now I'm all aching knees and unshed tears. It's 1:30 am but I'm not sleepy, so I'm off to watch the only movie I ever found Benicio del Toro hot in. (Which is Excess Baggage, Part 1 here.) I'd like him well enough now if only he'd catch up on that decade of sleep it seems he's missing.
Quote of the Day:
ursulav, hereI examined this situation from all angles and came up with "So basically, the take-away is that I shouldn't have waved back."
"No, that probably just encouraged him."
I slumped down on the bed. "The problem is that I've never figured out the point where being friendly stops and encouraging them begins. As far as I can tell, if I don't run you over with a car, I'm encouraging you."
Kevin considered this analysis and failed to refute it. "Well..."
Links of the Day:
Banana-Strawberry Cream Pie
Pecan Maple Bacon Cookies
Banana-Chocolate Cupcakes in Ice Cream Cones
Rocky Road Candy
kellifer_fic's SPN Podfic: It's Guy Love (Between Two Guys)strangeandcharm's SPN Podfic: And I Wake Up Blind (Like My Dreams Were Too Bright)*
ursulav
