formerly a fearless temp

I've spent an insane amount of time over the past few days binging on Harry Potter fan fiction. I always know I'm reading too much of it when I start becoming really, honestly upset that I can't do magic myself. One little Accio spell! Accio, glass of water!

Sadly, still no magical abilities, and so I sit here thirsty, writing up this LJ entry. The thirst is especially annoying because I have a big glass of water on the nightstand next to me which I cannot drink because I walked in here and discovered Scout the kitty buried whisker-deep in it. I may be a crazy cat lady in the making, but I draw the line at sharing beverages. At least for now.

Today I was stopped at a light downtown with my windows open and the radio on, my car's default setting because I live in fear of my AC dying and thusly try to use it as little as possible, jammin' to one of my favorite songs -- King of the Road. I was having a grand ole time, trying to figure out exactly how much a four bit room would cost in modern terms, when I realized that the guy crossing the road in front of me was staring at me and laughing. Actually laughing! And then I realized how loudly my radio was blasting -- like, as loud as most teenagers' jacked up pickups blasting...oh God, I am so terminally uncool, I can't even come up with a trendy modern rap act. Easy listening has turned me into my grandmother! I knew it would happen, I just didn't think it would happen so FAST!

Anyway. It was a funny moment. Maybe you had to be there.

I was going to write a long paragraph about my embarrassing HP fic reading tendencies, but it's very late and, also, I'm kind of embarrassed. Perhaps another day!

I'll tell you what freaks me out.

They've changed the synchronization of some of the streetlights on the big busy street I take in and out of my little home city. Like, for so long, I've known, end of the hill, if I get the right green arrow, I'll get the regular green light at the bridge and will be able to coast right on. But! It's changed! Now you're NOT guaranteed the bridge green light if you get the green arrow! And coming home, it used to be that coming off the bridge, if you got the green light there you wouldn't be assured the left-green-arrow at the first light. Now sometimes you are! This is FREAKING ME OUT! I'm going to get in a major accident because I'll be on autopilot, expecting lights to be green when they're red, red when they're green, and it will all be because of whacked synchronization!

Isn't this fascinating? My need to Get A Friggin Life has reached new heights. Am posting about traffic lights.

In other random news: Have discovered that, sadly, I could never be a successful rap artist because I can't make it through, like, half of Eminem's Without Me without getting totally winded and my voice hurting. Isn't that pathetic?

Also: Come Sail Away by STYX -- Greatest Song Ever. Am I right or am I right? I swear, it's not quite the Nelly Remix back in The Day when that single was first released (and I do still scream if I hear that while in the car), but when I hear Come Sail Away by STYX come on the radio, I totally almost veer off the road because I am singing "Come sail away! Come sail away! Come SAAAAAAAAIIIIIILLL away with me!" with such great passion.

The Remember WENN peeps who added me recently have caused a resurgence of affection and interest in the show in me -- I found myself digging out the episodes I have on tape and looking them over. Oh, how I loved that show. And! All through college, especially this past year when he was my thesis advisor, this one professor reminded me of someone and I couldn't place him. Last night I almost fell off of my bed when he came onscreen -- my thesis advisor was SOOO Victor Comstock! Freaked me out!

That is all.