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Dec. 16th, 2008 12:17 amI'm not a fan of P. Coelho, in fact I could never even make it past the first paragraph of any given book of his and none of the back cover blurbs made me want to try very hard either, and I'm usually not superstitious at all (ladders? will walk under them. black cats, left to right, right to left? not a problem. broken things, spilt things? couldn't care less if it weren't for the wiping up. good luck charms? don't believe in them. etc.), but irrationally the whole Veronika Decides To Die thing does make me uneasy, especially since there's now also a movie with SMG and it keeps popping up all over the internet. I don't believe in omens either, but it still makes me stupidly uncomfortable. Couldn't he at least have spelled it with a 'c'? Doesn't make sense, I know. But still.
In other news, there are no other news. Work and a lot of Buffy in the evenings, which in this case is decidedly a kind of escapism, pushing off thinking about all that needs thinking about until after Christmas when I'll hopefully have more energy and free brain capacity. I know I'm kind of overreacting, because whatever happens I'm not going to end up destitute or homeless anytime soon, but I'm much too fond of security and stability, and I'm not good at dealing with change and new situations; only in homeopathic doses and with a lot of preparation.
And B. is quitting, around January/February. I knew she wasn't happy anymore, and now that she's also got the university job I understand she wants to leave, but, damn. There haven't been so many of our part-timers that I was actually looking forward to working with. This time I'll really have to try to stay in touch, although it struck me a couple of days ago that I really & completely lack the ability of maintaining friendships, or maybe of having friendships. I think I used to when I was younger, or that's what I believe, but maybe I was wrong about that, too.
On that note, decided to be social for once and go drinking Christmas punch with the belly-dancing people after class tomorrow and the flickr people on Wednesday, since amazingly enough, considering I'd actually been only on one flickr meet-up more than a year ago, V. sent me a message if I wanted to come, since I hadn't been for so quite a while, etc.
In other news, there are no other news. Work and a lot of Buffy in the evenings, which in this case is decidedly a kind of escapism, pushing off thinking about all that needs thinking about until after Christmas when I'll hopefully have more energy and free brain capacity. I know I'm kind of overreacting, because whatever happens I'm not going to end up destitute or homeless anytime soon, but I'm much too fond of security and stability, and I'm not good at dealing with change and new situations; only in homeopathic doses and with a lot of preparation.
And B. is quitting, around January/February. I knew she wasn't happy anymore, and now that she's also got the university job I understand she wants to leave, but, damn. There haven't been so many of our part-timers that I was actually looking forward to working with. This time I'll really have to try to stay in touch, although it struck me a couple of days ago that I really & completely lack the ability of maintaining friendships, or maybe of having friendships. I think I used to when I was younger, or that's what I believe, but maybe I was wrong about that, too.
On that note, decided to be social for once and go drinking Christmas punch with the belly-dancing people after class tomorrow and the flickr people on Wednesday, since amazingly enough, considering I'd actually been only on one flickr meet-up more than a year ago, V. sent me a message if I wanted to come, since I hadn't been for so quite a while, etc.
