On compliments and internationalism

Today I went from feeling particularly asocial to suddenly talking to the whole world - taking a walk with an Ugandan friend, skype-ing with T in Japan and talking to a Korean guy in Japanese after my attempts at Korean and his attempts at English failed miserably, while hanging out in a park, digging my toes into the grass.

Look at me being all flower power-y and shit.

 I bought an enormous book on wooden houses for reference, so I see an evening of architecture porn in my future. I've got to admit that I'm still a little pissed about yesterday, but it's gone from the crimson rage that was into a more mellow grumpiness. Maybe it's time for one of my alone days. I feel well-dressed though, and it would be a shame to waste that by not letting anyone see me.

Books and tea placate any anger.

Today has been far more active than a lot of other days I've had lately though. Doing things feels pretty good. I've got to make sure I don't bite off more than I can chew just yet though. I've felt good about my body too, in part from being freaking scouted while out with Hemingway's friend on Friday. My usual inability to say the right thing at the right time prevented anything from happening of course, and I doubt it'd go over too well with my body shape obsession, but still - it was a huge compliment and the recognition my inner self-conscious teen had been dreaming of for years.

And the internet liked my new facebook profile picture.

It's good to know that you've got the goods.