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I didn't know Robert Jordan died. I've never read his books... I was always scared away by people calling him long-winded. It's like, I've read Lord of the Rings once, I liked it, but writing was different then and you could get away with writing a million words on a given subject. I can't read things like that. It's why certain reading assignments in high school were absolutely miserable for me. (Freaking Dostoyevsky or however you spell it.) I do not like it when authors take two pages to describe a room. It's unlikely I'll read LotR again just for that reason.

Still, it's sad. Second author I know of to die without completing a novel they were working on.

Here's funny for you: At some point when I was in high school, Mom told me she almost got me into commercials as a kid. I started thinking about it and sometime later told her I wanted to look into acting classes. She said "I'll help you look into it" and didn't. She does that. But I was at least 14 and no older than 16 at that point. I couldn't do it myself. I didn't know what to look for.

Yesterday we got onto the subject of what I should do with myself (I mentioned the career meme that's going around; the results I posted in my journal aren't the first ones I got. The first ones were nearly all hands-on things like painter, carpenter, that kind of work, and I don't know HOW they got that), and she said, "You know what I thought of for you, since you're such a loner? You should look into acting classes. Something to break you out of your shell."

... Um. Anyway. She's right, but it kind of aggravates me that, had she paid attention before, I might not be so withdrawn. Things might be vastly different.

Not in a good mood today. I'm going to walk the bridge later... it's cool out and it should keep me from overheating.

Nyeh.

"John Malkovich hams it up with cheese in his cameo role as an evil king, Robert Carlyle dons some peculiar makeup (he looks like the outbreak Monday after a condomless weekend in Vegas)..."

... I think I want to rent Eragon just to see how truly awful it is. I've been reading about it for a long time now. There's a thread for it on the NaNoWriMo forums that's STILL going, probably for the better part of a year now (113 pages!). I've been reading reviews for the movie on Rotten Tomatoes. (Only the bad ones. They're funnier.)

Allergy levels are low today, but that hasn't stopped my eyeballs from driving me crazy. -_- All of a sudden, too. I think it's allergies, anyway... My head feels a foggy mess right about now. And it hurts. I just took a loratadine, and was torn between taking that and an Ibuprofen.

It amuses me how easily Kwesi gives up on fixing the copier. He asked me to call Ikon to have them come fix it. It kept saying there was a paper jam when there wasn't. You know what it needed? A REBOOT. I just saved this agency a ridiculous amount of money. He always tells me to call people when it's something incredibly simple. Duh. Always reboot. THEN call people.

Speaking of this agency, I hope to GOD they're putting someone in Tom Buchanan's office on AQC's side of the floor. They'd better have a good reason for using our sole small conference room for the new ombudsman's office, and it had BETTER be that Buchanan's old office is going to be occupied by someone else. 9_9

Boss got in at 1:15pm today. No phone call, no e-mail, just "Hi..." as he walked by. You know what? We should all be allowed that luxury. I wish I had a reason/desire to stay late on days when he comes in ridiculously late. I know he doesn't stay long enough to equal a full day's work, and I know he doesn't put down what time he came in. He doesn't work that way.

EDIT: Oh man, I love this opening line:
"There was a boy called Eustace Clarence Scrubb, and he almost deserved it."
-- The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, C.S. Lewis

Ahah.

Ad for what looks like "Killer Clowns from Outer Space" on Demonoid.com: WARNING! If you are easily scared, haunted, very weak & fragile, DO NOT CLICK HERE!"... even if you don't, I'm just going to follow you around the page, because, y'know, you can never have too many nightmares. *cackles*

... Whoever started the trend of the roving website ad needs to be shot. They will be if there's a single clown in my dreams tonight.

I've been in experiencing a HUGE funk lately. I apologize. I'll get out of it eventually.

All Dean's fault, but not a bad thing.

So I signed up for Facebook. In the process, I found Buthaynah, Amy, and Saydra. Haven't seen Buthaynah since before I graduated from high school (she was a year ahead of me), haven't seen Saydra or Amy since we graduated. Amy's done exactly as I thought she would--she graduated from a conservatory (New England Conservatory, specifically) and is still studying. She was easily the best clarinetist I knew in high school. Saw a few more names I recognized from some of my classes, but we weren't close.

Anyway, I sent a request to add Buthie as a friend (HAD to--she was my closest friend besides Jen... Buthie used to call me CJ Parker XD;) and poked Saydra, so we'll see how that goes. Too bad Jen's not there... well, she might be, but I found the others under a search for my high school. And Jen has a common last name, so that doesn't help me find her. ^^;

I didn't go to my 5th year reunion. I was convinced that everyone would've done so much better than I have. They have, really. Well, they finished school, anyway. Doesn't necessarily mean anything. Still, just by finishing school, they've done more than I have. That's part of my problem... I really should've gone to the reunion (although Buthie wouldn't have been there), but I had this paralyzing fear of going and having to tell everyone I hadn't finished college and had no idea what I wanted to do and was working for the state. -_-

Head hurts. Going to bed in a few minutes.