8/12/08

Well that explains it

I just took this test for autism and scored a 37. According to the score page, most people with Asperger Syndrome or high functioning autism score about a 35. Hm.

I know that a test from Newsweek doesn't mean I have autism (I mean, I'm 22 years old. Wouldn't someone have caught on by now?), but I AM pretty curious how it's determined. It's possibly very wrong or has just explained my whole life.

But sometimes people just memorize stuff and get uncomfortable in social situations. I guess.

Edit: In what I assume was an effort of consolation, my brother said people with Asperger make me "look like that perky chick that's on TV with Regis." Awww.

8/10/08

Addendum to previous post

A woman is sitting at a table near me talking to a dude about various topics. Here are a few of the things I've heard about this evening and a summary of her comments in parentheses:

Coffee (it gives her the shits, but she likes Frappucinos)
Faking orgasms (she used to with some guy and he TOTALLY realized it)
Asian porn (it's weird; Asian women look funny)
Pornography in general (the women scream like they're getting killed; she doesn't have it in her to scream like that even if it's good)
Pulling hair during sex (there's an art to it [dude chimes in: you've got to twist it around] so that it doesn't really hurt)

I can't keep doing this because I'm really getting upset. I need to go home. And hang out with my cats. BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT NORMAL PEOPLE DO.

(As I was getting ready to post this, the conversation took a horrible, horrible turn that I shan't disclose here because writing makes it too real, but suffice to say this whole talk made me a little bit glad that I'm single.)

UPDATE: OH MY GOD THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT CRAIGSLIST CASUAL ENCOUNTERS SECTION AND HOW THEY'VE RESPONDED TO ADS ON THERE OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD I BET THAT IS HOW THEY MET

Oh, Sbux

People (not baristas, mind you) at Five Points Starbucks are friendlier even than people in Nashville, and that's tough. But it's an odd friendly, like a please-stop-talking-to-me-I-am-clearly-preoccupied-making-fun-of-
you-in-my-blog kind of friendly. Dude is sitting next to me reading the T-U and New York Times and asking me, "Did you hear about [fill in the blank]?"

I WORK AT A NEWSPAPER YES I PROMISE I HEARD ABOUT IT.

Also, I feel a little funny not preparing to go back to Nashville/VU. Now's about the time I'd be peacing out of Tuesday Morning and spending time "packing" and "getting my stuff together," which means I'd just be spending more time laying on the couch with Kenny and letting my mom feed me.

In other news, I'm getting a neighbor tomorrow and a new stove within a couple weeks, according to my landlord. Hooray! Four fully functional units I can cook on!

Also, I went to the beach this afternoon with Deirdre, et al. The sun wasn't terribly strong, but I laid on my stomach most of the time and the backs of my legs got burned. So I quite literally have a hot ass. Not comfortable, I'm afraid.

8/8/08

Because, yeah, I'll cry in public

The authorities had discovered the rarest and most pitiable of creatures: a feral child.

I found this story linked through Dooce, and sat in my little corner of Starbucks last crying like a fool. Please read it at some point, but maybe wait until the end of the day or something because this is not a story that will necessarily make you happy.

On the completely different topic of newspapers and the Internet (one we all know I am quite fond of), this is one of the dumbest ideas I've heard in a long time. (Linked from Romensko.) I mean, really? Thank heavens the T-U is into Web (mostly), but I can pick out a few people who would think the Inquirer made a brilliant move. Good grief.

8/1/08

Easily annoyed

What's worse than a girl in too-tight pants that give her a uni-butt and muffin tops? A man in too-tight pants that give him a uni-butt and muffin tops.

Gross.

This guy at Starbucks is probably wearing a 28 pair of pants when he should really be in a 34. I'm upset.