While waiting for Kim as she rode the bus to the Loussac Library in Anchorage, I went in myself to go find a couple of books (the Road and City of Ember, shockingly because they both are being turned in to movies). Due to my stupidity and inability to understand what the computer monitor said, I ended up in the entirely wrong section of the library. Apparently it's been quite some time since I'd been there.
However, this is a great example of happy accidents. While I was wandering aimlessly wondering where exactly Fiction Level 2 was (right where I typed it into the computer) I found their glorious section of graphic novels and trade paperbacks. Comics! Beautiful comics, all over the library! Who knew this? All kinds of favorites were there, from Fables to Planetary to Hellboy, plus series that I've never read before but always wanted to like Astro City and Sandman.
It was awesome. I excitedly grabbed a large stack of them and went off to check them out, until they announced I can only get 3 because I didn't give them back the postcard they mailed me. Oops! No less, I'm stoked. I'm going to start living at the library now! Good work Anchorage Library system!
Who knew?
Busy times!
Over the next week or so I'm going to be rather busy. I'm going to try and post as much as possible - mostly because in lieu of recreational drugs I blog - but if I can't, my bad! I have big plans coming up and a roommate for the next few days with Kim staying with me before she moves. No less, it should be a great time. I have all kinds of events, from my first foray with the How I Met Your Mother drinking game, to Kobefest 2008, to three straight nights of ridiculously delicious dinner with HBO (Bear Tooth, Sullivan's Steakhouse, and Club Paris? Don't mind if I do!).
I'm extremely excited. So excited, I made a flyer for Kobefest in 15 minutes that sucks terribly, but it gets the point across. I predict it will be the single greatest night.
Ever.
Also, check out the rules for the HIMYM drinking game. If you've seen the show, you will understand the awesomeness.
One Drink
* Anyone says "Awesome!"
* Robin says "literally"
* Barney says "legendary"
* Barney uses a pickup line
* Barney says "Suit up"
* Lily talks about or is around her kindergarteners
Two Drinks
* Anyone says "Have you met..." (Ted, Barney, Me, etc.)
* Barney does magic
* Barney makes someone do a high five
* Barney says "Ha, please."
* Barney says "daddy's home"
* Marshall says "Lawyered!"
* Ted does a voiceover
* There is a flashback
* Any mention of the Fierro
Three Drinks
* Barney says "Legen---wait for it---dary"
* Barney says "What up?"
* Barney mentions his blog
* Marshall sings about what he's doing
* Ted corrects somebody
* Robin mentions something Canadian
* Barney calls himself Ted's best friend
* Any time a cab/limo driver is called by name
Finish Your Drink
* Ted says "How I Met Your Mother"
* Barney rips on Canada
* Any mention of a slap bet
* Telepathic Conversation
* Ted makes a Star Wars reference
I am my own worst enemy
As I was sitting around reading, I realized that nearly every body part I have hurt. For some reason my right arm is tweaked (besides the obvious reason - you know, that it's permanently dislocated). For the rest of my body, that's because of basketball. In a single two hour session of basketball, I hurt the following body parts - left pinky, left arm, right arm, face (times two - I inadvertently was slapped and I was hit in the face by the basketball, the latter of which made me woozy enough to fall over, which is always a goofy sight), left side of my right knee, right side of my right knee, and left foot.
Most of that is my fault. It's part of my allure - my unbelievable ability to hurt myself (physically, socially, emotionally...really all of the ways you can hurt yourself) in every situation and somehow always survive relatively unscathed and chipper at the end. My friend Colver is endlessly amused by this, that somehow I can continuously do all of these things (break myself physically, embarass myself in front of girls, do unquantifiable amounts of stupid things) yet carry them off in such nonchalant ways.
Or at least I assume that is why he is entertained. He may just be a freak masochist who is amused by my misfortunes.
Bastard.
No less, realistically, I'm best at hurting myself socially really when you get down to it. I have this horrible flaw that I can never say no outright really. I rarely say no. I agree at first, and then I hem and I haw (that's right, I just dropped hem and haw) and bail at the last moment. That's my style. I like to make it seem like I'm going to do something, and then, just when it's about to happen, snatch it out of your hands and laugh hysterically.
Okay, maybe not quite that dramatic. Really, I somehow always talk myself out of things. It's a skill, and perhaps it's one of my better (or at least most prolific) ones. God forbid I actually do something. Odds are if I am I'm probably going to do something incredibly ridiculous and embarrassing, but man, I will definitely have fun doing it.
I guess that's why when I sit and realize my entire body hurts and that I do all kinds of stupid and occasionally lame things, I smile. I know in the long run the things I do were either fun to begin with (basketball, partying), fun afterwards (stupid things I say or do), or fun always (relaxing instead of trying to deal with social situations). I suppose worst case scenario, even if I do tons of dumb things and continue to hurt myself, at least I'll still be entertaining to Colver. Even if he is just amused by my misfortunes.
Bastard.