On my adventures this evening, I took my car into its doctor's office to deal with its case of leprosy (losing antenna, windshield wiper, etc). Before heading home, I went to the library and left with a stack of sappy books. I find when I'm in the middle of stressy school, I get sappy books and movies to fill my late evenings. Since this degree doesn't call for much reading at all (as opposed to, say, and master's degree in writing), I actually enjoy reading for fun.
One of my new habits, though, has me a bit annoyed with myself: I've starting peeking ahead in books I'm reading. It's not even conscious. As soon as I get involved with the story line and caring about the main character, I suddenly find myself looking at page 155 and then sneaking a peek at page 274. I guess it makes sense.
I read a book a few months ago where the chapters switched between the two main characters. Suddenly, the guy was describing all the wonderfulness of his feelings for his girlfriend and going off about the lamity of his wife. I didn't finish that book. Callous ass-holery doesn't interest me, it turns out. And since that book, I've started to peek ahead. I just want to make sure there are happy endings (hence the sappy books, as opposed to the good, edgy books out there).
As I was thinking about this after my lightrail ride home (having peeked ahead to page 182 and seen that there are dramas ahead for the character, but a very happy ending), I noticed that there were quite a few Cat Women about on campus. It's near Halloween time and the parties are starting up. The costume this year seems to be spandex (everywhere) leopard print body suits, with a fuzzy tail and cat ears. I know this is not a costume I can pull off. Somewhere along the line, my body finished maturing. I have big girl hips, a big girl bottom, and full-blown big girl chest. I am shaped like a woman, and women don't pull off full-body spandex leopard prints.
As I walked up-stream through a variety of Cat Women and their boys (who never seem to dress up, by the way) one of the drunker Cheetah Girls asked me, "So...are you dressed up as a librarian? I said, "Yep, exactly! Books and all!" and kept walking. Sigh. It's time to go clothes shopping again, which I hate. Whenever I'm mistaken for a librarian or for a kindergarten teacher, it means I've run out of normal person clothes again. Alas.
An Erinku:
Bubbles
zooming in circles
happy fish
almost eleven years old
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