Neil Gaiman @ MindSay 
I'm getting sick, thanks to either my lovely supervisor or my delightful co-worker, both of whom decided it was okay to come to work sick. At least my supervisor had what she thought was just a cold. Stupid co-worker came in to work with strep. HOWEVER! There's two confirmed cases of swine flu in my town, and it's not a huge town. And I know one of the people who has it. I'm trying really hard not to get paranoid. But given that I was exposed to strep, I'm thinking that if I don't notice a decisive improvement and/or I feel like I'm getting really sick by Thursday evening, I'm calling and making a doctor's appointment Friday morning. Just to be safe. And I'm staying away from my mother and my nephew. They don't need to get sick. My brother doesn't either, but...my brother's not in an elementary school or working with the elderly. I cannot get sick. At least not sick enough to miss work or classes--which start a week from today.
Speaking of classes, I got my parking permit today. It's shiney! Now I just need to get my Discover card so I can go buy the last 3 text books I need. One might wait for a bit. It's just "Mandragola."
Speaking of books (I know...tangents), The Historian is really really good so far. I feel like one of those bimbos who thinks everything they come across is wonderful. No movie is bad (even if it's TERRIBLE), every book is amazing and life-altering. It's not like that. I knew Stardust was going to be amazing; it's Neil Gaiman, and he's amazing at whatever he does, lucky bastard. But The Historian is really good, too. Full of--you guessed it--history and really rich writing; it's written by a college history teacher, whose father was also a history professor. And it's--supposedly, and I'm taking this with a grain of salt, given that it is still classified as fiction--very autobiographical. I'm enjoying it.
I'm also going to be enjoying sleep very very soon. I'm thinking sleep is my main key to kicking whatever I've got. That and a healthy dose of vitamins, which I've been taking religiously for the past few days. I don't get it; as soon as I start taking vitamins, I get sick. This happened last year when I started adding the immunity boost to my smoothies when I worked at Jamba. Bull shit. Not fair. :(
And with that, I bid you adieu. Goodnight, Mindsay.
Finished Stardust this afternoon before work. Here's my piece: If you watched the movie and enjoyed it, you should read the book. It's very well-written, very clever, and the things that they changed in the movie are noticeable and you see why they were written they way they were written. There's a lot of weaving in loose ends, which, having seen the movie, I knew was going to happen in some parts, but there were other areas where I saw it coming but didn't realize it until it was really spelled out. Just...Neil Gaiman is a fantastic writer, whatever he's writing. Wonderful story-teller. Okay, end gush.
I'm starting The Historian now. Bought it a few years ago from Costco and never got around to reading it. But it made it through the cuts of "books I've never read but bought and probably still won't ever read." So. Time to change its status. :D
Anyhoo, so she tells me I need to read "Neverwhere" by Neil Gaiman. Fine, I am reading, well, perusing, actually, the beginning and I see the term "white knowledge". Clearly, I am not letting something like that pass without looking it up.
I found out that white noise is a term meaning the knowledge that you accumulate without actively trying to learn. That's like the story of my life. I just keep picking up this info and now, (yippee!) I have a term for it.
Supposedly, this term was coined about 10 years ago by Terry Prachett in his uber-popular series Discworld. Well, thank you Terry!
In the meantime, I'll just sit here in the library picking up some more white knowledge!
9:45 am
Waiting for the bus, trying to hurry through the last half of my current book (one I've read numerous times, but there's comments from Laura and Natalie throughout, so I want to finish it, damnit!) I really want to start American Gods so that I can leave my own commentary and start something fresh. Really self-conscious of being here at the bus stop, around other travelers, and fighting my natural anxiety of leaving home for the big, scary city. I'm such a homebody, but I love my home. There's no escaping it; Nevada County for all its problems and its nauseating boredom, is home. I miss it already. I miss comfort and familiarity and recognizing-even if I don't particularly like-everyone. But getting away for a few days will be good...I keep telling myself.
Oh-and I hate carrying two [heavy] bags. Not looking forward to cartinga round 50+ lbs all over the city this afternoon.
<Roseville to Sacramento: Linkin Park>
10:54 am
Texts
To: Juan Pablo! (Natalie)
Dude. The guy i was
sitting next to smelled like
weed and crap. Shitty
weed.
a.r. (me)
From: Juan Pablo!
Ew! Nasty!
To: Juan Pablo!
Yeah. I thought i was leaving the open,
unabashed drug
possession at home. And
please. Hygeine is
important.
a.r.
To: Juan Pablo!
Awesome. I have to
transfer buses. I'm going
to be like 15 minutes late.
Eff.
a.r.
From: Juan Pablo!
Why do u need 2
transfer?
To: Juan Pablo!
I don't know. Soemthing
about a bus being too full.
I wasn't supposed to have
to transfer.
a.r.
5:26 pm
At Laura and Natalie's apartment
Finally here. Didn't finish that stupid book. I've learned that I don't like Greyhound buses, and I've been reminded why I won't live in a big city. But I'm looking forward to the rest of the week. I've decided that no matter what Laura and Natalie have going on, I'm not going to get stressed about details. I'm going to just...go with the flow. No schedules, no rules. Just...when they go to class, either I'll go or I'll hang out and explore on my own. They've got their lives to carry on, despite my visit, and I didn't come here to trail after them at school. This is my break, and, while I intend to spend a great deal of time with them, while they're busy, I'll find my own way. :) In the mean time, Natalie's at work, Laura is supposedly on her way home, and I'm chillin' at their apartment. I'll probably snag a shower and head down to Natalie's work in a bit if Laura doesn't show soon.
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