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the last whining entry for a while, I promise
So I managed to get myself good and dehydrated today, I think, what with the water fountains in the new building not being chlorinated yet and me being too dumb to bring in liquid. Then I biked to the library. This was interesting, since my sense of balance was, um, unpredictable. I made it safely anyways, as you probably guessed from the fact that I'm around to write this entry, but it was fun, in the way of not being fun at all. Upon arriving at the library I hit the water fountain immediately, and then proceeded to shelve an overwhelming quantity of books. This is another activity that becomes particularly entertaining when leaning over too far makes you mildly dizzy. It's especially fun in the children's department, where all the shelves are low-down so that kids can reach them and people who are not two feet tall have to lean, kneel, or both. Whee!
Weird little-kid story for today: while reshelving picture books today, this boy who was probably fourish greets me. "What are you doing?" he asks. I've calmed down a bit from my previous spazziness so I manage to answer in a non-cranky way, "I'm putting back all these books." "Oh. What's your name?" he asks. None of this is new yet, I get questions from random curious kids on a semi-regular basis. So I tell him. Next question. "Do you have a husband?" "What?" I'm pretty sure I heard him wrong. He comes a step closer, lowers his voice confidentially, and repeats clearly, "Do you have a husband?" --- *g* I figure my next step can be getting elementary schoolers to flirt with me, and maybe I'll have worked my way up to people my own age by the time I finish college.
Also, anyone detecting a mathematical pattern of how often I have bouts of moaning and groaning definitely shouldn't comment on that fact, especially if they have a y chromosome.
Weird little-kid story for today: while reshelving picture books today, this boy who was probably fourish greets me. "What are you doing?" he asks. I've calmed down a bit from my previous spazziness so I manage to answer in a non-cranky way, "I'm putting back all these books." "Oh. What's your name?" he asks. None of this is new yet, I get questions from random curious kids on a semi-regular basis. So I tell him. Next question. "Do you have a husband?" "What?" I'm pretty sure I heard him wrong. He comes a step closer, lowers his voice confidentially, and repeats clearly, "Do you have a husband?" --- *g* I figure my next step can be getting elementary schoolers to flirt with me, and maybe I'll have worked my way up to people my own age by the time I finish college.
Also, anyone detecting a mathematical pattern of how often I have bouts of moaning and groaning definitely shouldn't comment on that fact, especially if they have a y chromosome.
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semi-random question, does Jon K work at the library too?
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He doesn't work there, but I guess there's a chance he might volunteer there and I just haven't run into him. *shrugs*
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I'll write to you soon, promise. Maybe tonight and almost certainly by this weekend. I'm just a bit busy lately, that's all.
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Within the same month... two boys walked into a classroom. One of them, a straight A student, needed to speak with a certain other teacher about homework or something, and the teacher says, "How come the kids who need my help the least are always the ones who come?" The other boy says, "I dunno, but I just get B's and C's" or something like that. My sister-in-law happens to be sitting on a table... the second boy hops next to her, leans close, and says, "So, what kind of grades do YOU get?" He was humiliated to learn that she GAVE grades.
I hate telling stories in past tense...
I... have no further comment.
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I hate telling stories in past tense...
I think I tend to use present tense when I'm telling stories that are mostly dialogue -- "so I say, then he says..." I think when I'm telling stories aloud I'm generally using present tense, too. I was going to see what I tended to do in journal entries, but most of mine seem to be about things that should be present tense as they're still happening when I write about them. I guess I do use past tense sometimes when things are solidly over with -- trips or whatever; April's full of it. I think any anecdote that I start with the word "so" is inevitably going to be present tense, though: "so I'm going to the grocery store, right, and..." You seem to use past tense instead of blatantly abusing the English language the way I do, though. And I am waaaay too easily amused by random points of grammar and usage. Also am narrowly avoiding the temptation to wander off on a tangent about livejournals as telling stories. :D
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I think when I'm telling stories aloud I'm generally using present tense, too.
Not to mention present progressive...
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What a funny thing for a little boy to say. Kids these days....
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Little kids are so weird. OK, often endearingly weird, but still. -- Yeah, I would be *such* a terrible parent... :P
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