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Yesterday my day was invaded by many, many creepers. Being the creeper magnet that I am, I should not be shocked by this and yet I always am.

Yesterday I went to the mall with my friend, Kari, to have conveyor belt sushi (at a restaurant next to the mall) and go to a movie. I’d never had sushi before and I loved it. :D I’m excited to go again!

After we left the sushi restaurant and actually entered the mall, we still had a couple hours to kill before our movie started so we headed for the Apple Store so I could check out the new 27″ iMac¹.

On our way, a crazy kiosk man comes at us from the side, shoves dixie cups containing a mysterious melon-colored liquid into our hands, and commands us to drink. He kept promising there wasn’t tequila in it².

And you know what we did?

WE DRANK IT. Our only excuse was that we were frightened of the crazy kiosk man who kept talking about tequila and how he bites his nails. He also demanded we come over to his kiosk (no idea which one it was!) and let him perform an unnamed “procedure” which would only take 50 seconds. At this point, I inch around and hide behind Kari. We decline his offer about 8 times and declare we have a movie to catch and then make a break for it.

The fact that the movie didn’t start for over two hours? Minor detail.

The first thing we both do, as soon as we reach our Apple Store refuge, is pull out our phones and tweet that shit so fast. You know you’re a little addicted when… </nerds>

We’ve decided that side of the mall is dead to us now. We can never return.

Then we saw Cirque du Freak which wasn’t as bad as I was expecting! Despite its flaws, I actually enjoyed it–it was funny. However, I have never seen a movie filled with so many damn creepers in it. And everybody just went along with the creepers, without mentioning the fact that they were clearly the creepiest creepers who ever creeped!

And on the way home, Kari and I were convinced the bus driver was going to kill us all. The PA system crackled and in a super-creepy and wheezy voice, informed us that the bus was past Tukwila Boulevard or something. Then he kept randomly stopping the bus on the side of the road for a few moments in random, completely dark areas and we kept having these “Oh my God, where the hell are we? Are we going to die?!!” moments every time it happened. I kept seeing a stereotypical horror movie play out in my head. The driver would slowly get up from his seat and turn to face the passengers. Perhaps a large scar would grace his face. And then we’d all effing die and that would be the beginning of the horror film. We’d be dead before the title even showed.

He also blew right past a group of teenage girls standing at the bus stop despite the fact that bus is the only bus that stops at that stop. It may have been the luckiest thing that ever happened to him because I’m surprised I made it out of there alive.

1. I’m trying to decide between a brand new 27″ iMac (the one with the 2.8GHz i7 processor) and a refurbished MacBook Pro (17″, antiglare, 3.06GHz Core 2 Duo) and wasn’t sure if a 27″ screen is too huge for the space I have. Another post is in the works about this. ↩
2. Klaus (aka Ambs) says: ………….. if someone’s like “THERE IS NO TEQUILA,” that means there is rum. ↩

1. On Sunday, I saw Rufus Wainwright live with my mom and it was amazingcakes. He’s a million times better live, he’s also hilarious, and if we were not both gay, he would be my husband.

2. I researched and wrote my entire first draft of my research paper on Wednesday because the first draft was due THURSDAY. It was supposed to be 12-15 pages long. I wrote 14.

   Showed up to class on Thursday and was the only person who had written more than seven pages. Sigh.

3. Yesterday I spent an hour on Omegle, trying to see if anybody on there WASN’T a creeper. I had a few epic exchanges. As I may make a more extensive post here with more, here’s a small preview:

   You: Do you like goldfish?
   Stranger: yeah
   You: Aren’t they delicious?
   Your conversational partner has disconnected.

   Stranger: show me yo titties
   You: Do you have a problem with man boobs?
   Your conversational partner has disconnected.

   Stranger: up for cam sex
   You: Grandma?!!!
   Your conversational partner has disconnected.

   Stranger: hey
   You: Are you a creeper?
   Stranger: yes i am
   Stranger: sorry
   You: Thanks for admitting it.

4. Yesterday I was standing on the bus and, of course, all of the bondage and escort ads fell out of the newspaper¹ I was holding and fell on an old woman’s head. She looked very dismayed that a whole lot of transvestite hooker ass had just rained down upon her face. D:

5. I just noticed that I get a lot of DANIEL RADCLIFFE IS GAY and nip slip spam on this blog, for some reason. Sometimes going through my Askimet filter gives me serious lulz.

   Also, related to spam, why this week is NOTSOME: Tila Tequila porn spam. D:

1. My fellow Seattle people will not be shocked to hear it was The Stranger, a free weekly paper with copious amounts of picture-ridden escort ads. ↩

So, I’ve been struggling with downsizing. First things first, I have too much shit. Most of the shit is stuff people gave me, but far more than anything else, I have an asston of books as well as a bunch of DVDs. If you want to know where my disposable (and some non-disposable >.>) income went, the answer is: books. Aside from necessary life objects, stuff related to social engagements (food, movie tickets, gifts, etc.), school stuff (tuition, textbooks, supplies), and my Netflix and MegaUpload accounts, I only buy books and the occasional DVD (usually only ones $5 or less–exception: any Harry Potter DVD).

I love books more than anything else in the world, pretty much. I have an addiction, to be honest. I haven’t read most of the books I have and yet I keep acquiring more and get lots of books at the library now that I’ve actually run out of space for new books.

Yeah, you read that right. I have no space for new books. Why? Because I have three large bookcases full of books in a bedroom the size of a prison cell. This might be taking things a little too far.

I mostly buy books used for pretty cheap (many good books in good condition for $0.50USD to $1USD at Half-Price Books, my favorite store in the whole entire world. Yeah, I’m even applying for a job there. It will be the death of me.

I also get some books bargain-priced on Amazon, on the occasion I’m lucky enough to catch the sale. I do preorder some books by authors I love and have no problem with that. I’m going to continue doing that because there are some authors that I like to support and some books I absolutely cannot wait for, such as anything related to The Hunger Games.

Many people, mostly people who hate rewatching movies or TV shows or rereading books, ask me why I buy books and if I’m ever going to reread them. And the answer is yes, I reread books a lot! Often, I reread the entire books, but more often than that, I just several specific parts of books that I loved.

I think, for books I’ve previously read, I’m going to ask myself if I’m going to reread it and if so, how often? Maybe once? Is it worth keeping it or should I just go to the library if I want to reread it?

For many, many, MANY books there is no question: Yes, I love that book to death, keep it.

For others, the answer is: Eh, I might. For the books I haven’t read, I do plan on keeping them until I’ve read or attempted to read them at least once. After that, I’ll decide how to categorize them. I read about 40-80 books each year so this won’t be a HUGE problem if I focus on reading books I actually own instead of ones from the library. ;)

What am I going to do with these books? I may take them to Half-Price Books to sell them, I may send them to friends who I think would like them, I may even give some away here! Who knows!