It's always something...

This morning while I was on one of the terminals, some guy was mumbling something about a woman's vagina, so I looked over and saw a bunch of pornographic pictures...Then, to get back at him, I asked him if he was a gynecologist. He said he wasn't, and wouldn't that require an unusually high interest in women's bodies??--I glared at him and rolled my eyes at the two women sitting next to me...He just kept ogling naked women and mumbling to himself...I had the last laugh, however, when minutes later, a security officer came over and asked to see his library card...he didn't come back.

The Osmond's are performing tonite at the Conference Center--along with the Motabs. I may go..I still feel a bit nauseated. I'm sposed to meet someone who may use me for his subject material in his art class. Still not sure if it's the right thing to do...What would Jesus do? More importantly--What would Hannah Montana do?--Even more important--is this guy a registered sex offender/escaped murderer? I probably won't bother. He sounded too sultry on the phone--which, to me, indicates a huge red flag!! Hey, I live in red flag-ville as it is. I don't need any more complications.

The library is buzzing with people today. Everyone out and about--Checking out books, DVD's, using the computers,(some illegally as we've seen), bringing their kids to hear some guy sing silly songs bordering on obnoxiousness, and generally having a typically standard Saturday in July. I could go on about the different types of people--old and young, male and female, straight and gay, black and white, or other, people who wear glasses as opposed to those who don't, men who like stripes on their shirts, fat people as opposed to thin, etc., etc., etc., but I'm too tired, and I want to sit and think about the rest of my night and where to go from here. I really hope I get a job next week--I'm talking to God here, so those of you who are still reading this, can you go watch T.V. for a minute or scratch your cat's back or water a plant or something?--anyway--It would be nice to have something to look forward to as far as getting out of this situation in the next month. I don't see how I'll ever get married or have children at my age living in a shelter and not working. So, if you're out there, o Great Creator of The Whole Universe--Grant me this wish, Please!!--and I promise, I'll never watch Family Guy ever again--o.k. maybe just once or twice a week.....and I'll forget all about Jewish men--except if--no I'll forget about them!....and I'll eat more fresh vegetables and less carbohydrates...also less candy bars. Lastly, I'll work on my attitude--and become more bubbly and cheery and stop going around singing Tracy Chapman songs...I'll stop threatening everyone with self-tatoo-mutilating-sessions that no-one really gives a shit about anyway and I'll try not to snore so loud and take my snore-away medicine that everyone gave me to keep them from beating me up. I'll also stop saying OMG!!! to all the teen-agers I see on the bus in my Moon-Unit Zappa accent from the 80's and going on and on about how angst ridden I am--when they all know I'm making fun of them and they don't think it's funny and all I"m doing is making myself look bad and risking bodily harm.

So, if you can just grant me a roof over my head--you know, God, something simple, where I can scrapbook, and egg-decorate, and watch T.V., and listen to my 80's tunes, or leave goofy messages on my answering machine--like--I don't know--something --like me torturing my cat and pretending I don't know my answering machine is on and then having the tone go off or something...Anyway, now I'm rambling and I'm remembering that guy from the start of my blog and it's freaking me out so I guess it's time to close--


So all of you who are enjoying this blog from the "safety" of your nice air-conditioned comfortable houses--have a nice weekend--or week--or month--or rest of the year--depending on when you read or finally get to this--if at all--I'll be in touch--hopefully under my own roof before too long.........

Love,

Beck