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Jan. 3rd, 2012 06:14 amForgot to mention, but Grandma Ella had gone home on the morning before New Year's. Brian came home that day, but Marie remained in Brooklyn with Jacob.
Mom drove me and Brian to this bookstore in New York City yesterday, called Kinokuniya. We have agreed with Marie and Jacob to meet up there. Before we went upstairs, Mom and I noticed these miniature lego sets called Nanoblocks, and Mom commented that I would have loved that place when I was little, given how Legos used to be such a prominent part of our childhood.
Looked around at various anime, manga, and related merchandise. Unfortunately, all magazines that were available were in Japanese, unlike Newtype and Anime Nsider back when they were in print, but they did have plenty of actual anime and manga in English. Made a list of anime to look up on Google and add to my Netflix queue (if they're worthwhile), but of course, it's gonna be a while before I continue doing business with Netflix. Bought Popotan in a two-disk case, since I've been dying to see the rest of that series somewhere not online and already know what to expect without spoiling it too much. (There was also The World of Narue, which I'd also like to continue watching on DVD, but I only have three episodes left of that show to watch. With most other titles, I decided not to risk spending money on something only to find out that the audio is Japanese-only or that the show itself involves picking on a male protagonist.)
After we left, we walked over to this place either Marie or Jacob knew or found out about, called Lucky's Famous Burgers. After I spent a few minutes reading the menu, Mom suggested that we keep things simple and all just order a cheddar burger each and some fries to share, along with our own beverage of choice. Only minutes after our orders were placed, I started to wish that I had ordered bacon on my burger, but then it turned out I would've missed out on said bacon anyway, after I dipped some chipotle mayo on my burger when I meant to dip ketchup on it. (My fault for not paying attention to the dispenser labels.)
After I finished my burger, Mom suggested I have some fries, but I told her that I don't eat those. She and Brian asked since when don't I like fries, and I told them that I haven't eaten any in years (even back when I worked at McDonald's). She's already known that I don't eat certain things like butter, eggs, fish, or beef casserole (and I should also mention that I generally don't eat potato chips or similar either), and once told Grandpa Bob that I'm gonna live longer than average because of such.
Went to the Grand Central Station Terminal after we finished eating. Each of us were given a headset with which to listen to a recorded tour of the place. I listened to a handful of items listed, but not a whole lot, because it started to remind me of all the droning on that each of my college professors used to engage in and the fact that Mom obviously expected me to sit through every minute of it (minus any time spent actually using the restroom) and got mad at me when she eventually found out that I had spent half my class time pacing in the halls since starting Suffolk (which Chelle explained the psychological reasons for a few weeks afterwards). Mom could hear me muttering to myself, and inferred (correctly) that I was lapsing into one of my moods again and asked me if anything was wrong, and even offered to buy me a snack to raise my bloodsugar (which I declined on). After a bit of discussion, I agreed to just try to enjoy myself and let everyone enjoy the tour themselves, after they had all come to that bookstore (which only I was particularly interested in).
Didn't listen to anything further on the headset, but I did follow everyone along on the tour, and we saw a few things such as some kind of trainset. (Would have obviously enjoyed that when I was five or six, back when I liked trains so much).
Jacob parted with us before we went back home.
On the way home, I was somehow feeling depressive about my past time at Dowling (something that I've been chronically wangsting about ever since I graduated, some times more than others, and have been going on for days about at this point). Not gonna bore you with the details about my current bout (if I even decide to write about it here at all), but I told Mom that I was starting to think that I'm starting to care less and less about all projects that I've planned up until this point, and was considering killing myself or others just to get back at Mom and Dad (and maybe Vincent) for actually expecting me to read every page assigned, complete every last assignment given, and sit through 99% of each class that I had, as if I'd actually learn a shitload more by completely burning myself out to the point of insanity.
As Brian would explain further along the way home, people generally tend to find pretty much anything to blame their moods on, when it's actually the result of their health deteriorating as they get older. Such is exactly what I tend to do when I'm playing something and drive myself to frustration, and in this case, it was the result of overstimulation (from having my daily routine thrown off), tiredness, and the aforementioned low bloodsugar level. This is why it becomes increasingly important for one to stay in shape, which in turn, is the reason why Grandma Barbara, who stays active and makes good use of her time, is a much more lively person (despite being much older) than Grandma Ella, whose health and lifestyle I probably shouldn't describe. Indeed, my mood did get better after I had part of a donut (which Marie had leftover from Starbucks and offered to me), several bottles of water, and a clementine, before I listened in on his explanation.
(For the record, I have decided that I would continue taking classes after all. Not because I'm afraid for my future, but to have experiences for the present. Mom told me the other night that she only suggests them because I hardly ever come up with anything myself. Logically, if my goal was to be as unproductive as possible, then I should have rejected that internship from last year and chosen not to go to Connecticut with Dad half a year ago, both of which I actually did enjoy.)
By the time I got home, I had received one note from Lady-Ignea about a new possible commission; one comment from dark-princess-2 thanking me for a cake badge, which I gave her after reading in the comments of a point lottery that her birthday was coming soon; and two comment replies from izka197 on said lottery (which was her's, btw), one of which asked me not to advertise anything, even though the lottery rules did require me to comment and allowed anything else to be written as a comment, including simply linking to a work. (I suppose I could have just said something like "Check these groups out", instead of describing what they're all about. Oh well.) Went right to bed after reading them and responding to the first two.
Mom drove me and Brian to this bookstore in New York City yesterday, called Kinokuniya. We have agreed with Marie and Jacob to meet up there. Before we went upstairs, Mom and I noticed these miniature lego sets called Nanoblocks, and Mom commented that I would have loved that place when I was little, given how Legos used to be such a prominent part of our childhood.
Looked around at various anime, manga, and related merchandise. Unfortunately, all magazines that were available were in Japanese, unlike Newtype and Anime Nsider back when they were in print, but they did have plenty of actual anime and manga in English. Made a list of anime to look up on Google and add to my Netflix queue (if they're worthwhile), but of course, it's gonna be a while before I continue doing business with Netflix. Bought Popotan in a two-disk case, since I've been dying to see the rest of that series somewhere not online and already know what to expect without spoiling it too much. (There was also The World of Narue, which I'd also like to continue watching on DVD, but I only have three episodes left of that show to watch. With most other titles, I decided not to risk spending money on something only to find out that the audio is Japanese-only or that the show itself involves picking on a male protagonist.)
After we left, we walked over to this place either Marie or Jacob knew or found out about, called Lucky's Famous Burgers. After I spent a few minutes reading the menu, Mom suggested that we keep things simple and all just order a cheddar burger each and some fries to share, along with our own beverage of choice. Only minutes after our orders were placed, I started to wish that I had ordered bacon on my burger, but then it turned out I would've missed out on said bacon anyway, after I dipped some chipotle mayo on my burger when I meant to dip ketchup on it. (My fault for not paying attention to the dispenser labels.)
After I finished my burger, Mom suggested I have some fries, but I told her that I don't eat those. She and Brian asked since when don't I like fries, and I told them that I haven't eaten any in years (even back when I worked at McDonald's). She's already known that I don't eat certain things like butter, eggs, fish, or beef casserole (and I should also mention that I generally don't eat potato chips or similar either), and once told Grandpa Bob that I'm gonna live longer than average because of such.
Went to the Grand Central Station Terminal after we finished eating. Each of us were given a headset with which to listen to a recorded tour of the place. I listened to a handful of items listed, but not a whole lot, because it started to remind me of all the droning on that each of my college professors used to engage in and the fact that Mom obviously expected me to sit through every minute of it (minus any time spent actually using the restroom) and got mad at me when she eventually found out that I had spent half my class time pacing in the halls since starting Suffolk (which Chelle explained the psychological reasons for a few weeks afterwards). Mom could hear me muttering to myself, and inferred (correctly) that I was lapsing into one of my moods again and asked me if anything was wrong, and even offered to buy me a snack to raise my bloodsugar (which I declined on). After a bit of discussion, I agreed to just try to enjoy myself and let everyone enjoy the tour themselves, after they had all come to that bookstore (which only I was particularly interested in).
Didn't listen to anything further on the headset, but I did follow everyone along on the tour, and we saw a few things such as some kind of trainset. (Would have obviously enjoyed that when I was five or six, back when I liked trains so much).
Jacob parted with us before we went back home.
On the way home, I was somehow feeling depressive about my past time at Dowling (something that I've been chronically wangsting about ever since I graduated, some times more than others, and have been going on for days about at this point). Not gonna bore you with the details about my current bout (if I even decide to write about it here at all), but I told Mom that I was starting to think that I'm starting to care less and less about all projects that I've planned up until this point, and was considering killing myself or others just to get back at Mom and Dad (and maybe Vincent) for actually expecting me to read every page assigned, complete every last assignment given, and sit through 99% of each class that I had, as if I'd actually learn a shitload more by completely burning myself out to the point of insanity.
As Brian would explain further along the way home, people generally tend to find pretty much anything to blame their moods on, when it's actually the result of their health deteriorating as they get older. Such is exactly what I tend to do when I'm playing something and drive myself to frustration, and in this case, it was the result of overstimulation (from having my daily routine thrown off), tiredness, and the aforementioned low bloodsugar level. This is why it becomes increasingly important for one to stay in shape, which in turn, is the reason why Grandma Barbara, who stays active and makes good use of her time, is a much more lively person (despite being much older) than Grandma Ella, whose health and lifestyle I probably shouldn't describe. Indeed, my mood did get better after I had part of a donut (which Marie had leftover from Starbucks and offered to me), several bottles of water, and a clementine, before I listened in on his explanation.
(For the record, I have decided that I would continue taking classes after all. Not because I'm afraid for my future, but to have experiences for the present. Mom told me the other night that she only suggests them because I hardly ever come up with anything myself. Logically, if my goal was to be as unproductive as possible, then I should have rejected that internship from last year and chosen not to go to Connecticut with Dad half a year ago, both of which I actually did enjoy.)
By the time I got home, I had received one note from Lady-Ignea about a new possible commission; one comment from dark-princess-2 thanking me for a cake badge, which I gave her after reading in the comments of a point lottery that her birthday was coming soon; and two comment replies from izka197 on said lottery (which was her's, btw), one of which asked me not to advertise anything, even though the lottery rules did require me to comment and allowed anything else to be written as a comment, including simply linking to a work. (I suppose I could have just said something like "Check these groups out", instead of describing what they're all about. Oh well.) Went right to bed after reading them and responding to the first two.