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[bedlamsbard]

My darlings, y'all would not believe what I did today. (Or, well, it's not all that exciting, so you probably will.) Went to class, got bored, wrote fic down the sides of my notes, got back to J.L. and was so freaking restless that I knew if I stayed in my dorm I'd shoot something, or possibly punch a hole through the wall. So I mustered up my courage, put on shorts and walking shoes, and walked to the Maple Street Book Shop. Off campus. On my own. (It was two in the afternoon, by the way, I'm not that crazy.) Bought books. Went back to J.L., was still crazy restless, so then I went with my original plan and walked the two miles to Whole Foods to buy Ito En bottled tea, which I got addicted to in Japan and was thrilled to find in America, in New Orleans, and on sale. (And the sale ended today!)

And then I got to Whole Foods, got most of the bottles of tea off the top shelf, and then realized that the majority of the tea I wanted was still on the top shelf out of reachc. So then I stood in the aisle and stared up at the top shelf making small whimpering noises, trying to figure out how to get my damned tea and wishing for a shop-person to come up and ask if I needed help with anything. I went away and got a few other things I wanted (potato chips, more green tea, this time in the form of tea bags -- look, I really like my green tea, okay?) then came back. And stared sadly some more. Eventually someone came by, stared at me, and asked if I needed help. So I got the last two (of six) bottles of tea, and then I paid, and now I have cash, because previously I only had six bucks in cash, with a little unnerving, you know?

And then I walked the two miles back to Tulane. So in all: walked six miles. Ate breakfast. Did not eat any other meals. (Clearly, gaining the freshman fifteen is not a problem here. I usually eat, you know, and I have food in my dorm.) I did get a large smoothie from Freshens, and I was still pretty worked up, so I sat down with Drunk, Divorced, & Covered in Cat Hair, which is comfort reading for me.

And now I am here, sitting at my desk, debating the Narnia scene I have written, which is, like, not standalone at all and yet is Warsverse nonetheless, and pondering the fact that I am almost certain that my NaNovel is going to be the werewolf story (or "Be Like Water", or both), and man, I don't feel like coming up with new character names to make it a legitimate original. *sigh*

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[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

It helps that I didn't have to interact with people beyond, you know, the people at the shop. Although Southern hospitality my ass; PNW people seem to be much more hospitable.

I've done the walk to Whole Foods before, though not alone, but not the Maple Street one, so. *shrug*

[realpestilence.livejournal.com]

Southern hospitality is a myth, one more cultural thing they put out there to brag about like nobody else in the country was ever "fill in the blank". I've lived in the south for almost 35 years and this is a topic that raises my blood pressure, indeed.

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

In a bookstore, too! *is hurt*

Man, I cannot wait till the Borders on St. Charles opens up, I want a real bookstore.