Okay. Well, then. It's sort of the morning, I guess. It's a new calendar day from the last entry, anyway. Stayed up a bit more than I'd thought, again.
There were some interesting chats, anyway. The "other friend" we tried to get to dream (see the last journal entry) came on and we talked about Buffalo Bill's, or whatever it was. Darn; now I remember why I was keeping that IM window open. Oh, well. Too late now; it's closed and gone. He mentioned that that girl I had a crush on in junior high was there last week. How's that for an old interest to pop up. Not that she ever really wanted anything to do with me, mind you. It was interesting, nonetheless.
I talked to a new random person on ICQ. We talked about some stuff for a bit. She called me "wise". I laughed. Really; out loud. Well, more of a chuckle, I suppose, but I LOL'd. Wise. Sigh.
There's another thing I noticed. I'd really rather <sigh> most of the time, but the period's much easier to get than the "angle brackets". I hate it when people call them that. They're greater-than and less-than symbols! Oh, well. I suppose, when used in that context, "angle brackets" is a better term. But "curly brackets" is what really gets my dander up. (Thank you, Dr. Soice.) Well. I suppose thoughts really do go faster than fingers. Let's recap: "get my dander up" was probably only used because it's been in my brain - mind - brain - lately (I suppose it would be brain, assuming that verbal expression is a function of the brain) on a site about Dr. Seuss, containing some of his earlier writings for newspapers or magazines or whatnot. Also included there somewhere was a comment to the effect that "Seuss" is actually pronounced "Soice" in its native tongue (German, I think), but that most found it easier to pronounce "Soose".
Anyway, I hate the term "curly brackets". They're BRACES, idiots!
The other interesting conversation I had tonight was with that girl I'm sort of interested in. Apparently she's been doing some thinking about a relationship. She was sort of vague. I would've asked for more, but couldn't really honestly press her for it; my interests were not entirely focused on her at the time. Which is unusual. Her words were just being vague enough to sound like she could be talking about me that I got a bit awry, and focused on my own interests. Further discussion - if you can call that discussion; it was more like a few exchanges - led me to think she's talking about the guy I've known to be a romantic interest of hers again. Which is mildly disappointing, but okay. My conversation with the new random ICQ person tonight made me start thinking global again. (Which is why I'm glad she doesn't know.) And global, though inflicting its own losses, is still the way I think is best. Or maybe I'm just giving myself sour grapes. (Thank you, Aesop.)
It was interesting, anyway. And I thought it worth noting in here. As for now, I am going to go to bed. Really. Right after I take care of spelling/grammar check and banish these nasty colored fuzzy underlines. Sentence fragments. Bah.
You know, editing these is going to be fun; I've got to take out enough data so that aforementioned friend won't be able to tell I'm talking about her (if she ever reads these), and yet keep enough so that content is preserved. Not to mention whatever degree of confidentiality applies. Which'll be pretty hard, if I want to have more than two sentences in some of these entries.