Six Degrees of Jude
Feb. 3rd, 2002 09:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
judecorpI know a lot of people.
I never seem to think so, because I see the same people day in and day out (this is probably because I'm always at work). But apparently, who I know or am acquainted with stretches rather extensively.
I know this because I ran into someone I knew last night. While not quite as surreal as seeing 8 or so people that I knew from Columbus in Milwaukee, it was still a smiley surprise.
At my potluck last night for the grad student group, I saw a girl whose face and voice were terribly familiar, but I couldn't place her (this is unusual for me - I'm good with names and faces). I cocked my head and said, "I know you. I swear I know you." In her head, she was thinking, "Hey, that girl's face looks like Judie's but the hair is different." She thought I'd been introduced as 'Amy' which further added confusion, but when she said she knew me from Stonewall, I knew who it was. Hee. Volunteer of the Year.
We never talked much when we worked together (I was an intern, she was the volunteer coordinator), at least not until the end of spring quarter when I realized that she and I had the same harsh, dry sense of humor, and that we related to people we liked by insulting them as hard as we can. I remember meeting her mother, a 'rah-rah' kind of a woman who is an older version of Laura herself.
We caught up on 'where have you been for the last year?' and we trash-talked some people we both know. We made fun of each other, threatened to go outside and kick each other's respective asses, and her roommate kept announcing that he was going to dump her and make me have his babies. Andy was a funny guy. I'll have to get back in touch with him.
The potluck was a lot more fun than I was expecting, and had I been able to, I would have stayed longer. I talked more with a boy I had met very briefly (Brian) and he seems like a cool person. He likes someone I know, so I am going to get Coworker Hope involved and do some reconnaissance. The host was a great guy who had a neat apartment (damn it! I want a cool apartment like that!) with lots of thrift store treasures that were to DIE for. It was a good time.
I went to Cary's after, because I'd promised. We got some snackies and watched a movie I had never heard of called Jawbreaker. It was really good in that Heathers sort of way. (Not /as/ good, but similarly good.) I was too tired to watch another movie, so I drove home and called The GirlTM. Pajamas on, into bed, talked for a while, drifted to sleep. Mmm. A nice end to a rather dramatic day emotionally.
I moved the very last scrap of A.'s stuff out of my bedroom, the room that once served as our spare room for everything. Yesterday, his books walked out of my room and into the living room, and my books from the living room into my bedroom. There were things from me in some of these books that I moved -- cards, notes, a ritual I'd written where I committed myself to him. Ouch. Left a message on The GirlTM's cell phone, which helped immensely.
Does this ever end?
I never seem to think so, because I see the same people day in and day out (this is probably because I'm always at work). But apparently, who I know or am acquainted with stretches rather extensively.
I know this because I ran into someone I knew last night. While not quite as surreal as seeing 8 or so people that I knew from Columbus in Milwaukee, it was still a smiley surprise.
At my potluck last night for the grad student group, I saw a girl whose face and voice were terribly familiar, but I couldn't place her (this is unusual for me - I'm good with names and faces). I cocked my head and said, "I know you. I swear I know you." In her head, she was thinking, "Hey, that girl's face looks like Judie's but the hair is different." She thought I'd been introduced as 'Amy' which further added confusion, but when she said she knew me from Stonewall, I knew who it was. Hee. Volunteer of the Year.
We never talked much when we worked together (I was an intern, she was the volunteer coordinator), at least not until the end of spring quarter when I realized that she and I had the same harsh, dry sense of humor, and that we related to people we liked by insulting them as hard as we can. I remember meeting her mother, a 'rah-rah' kind of a woman who is an older version of Laura herself.
We caught up on 'where have you been for the last year?' and we trash-talked some people we both know. We made fun of each other, threatened to go outside and kick each other's respective asses, and her roommate kept announcing that he was going to dump her and make me have his babies. Andy was a funny guy. I'll have to get back in touch with him.
The potluck was a lot more fun than I was expecting, and had I been able to, I would have stayed longer. I talked more with a boy I had met very briefly (Brian) and he seems like a cool person. He likes someone I know, so I am going to get Coworker Hope involved and do some reconnaissance. The host was a great guy who had a neat apartment (damn it! I want a cool apartment like that!) with lots of thrift store treasures that were to DIE for. It was a good time.
I went to Cary's after, because I'd promised. We got some snackies and watched a movie I had never heard of called Jawbreaker. It was really good in that Heathers sort of way. (Not /as/ good, but similarly good.) I was too tired to watch another movie, so I drove home and called The GirlTM. Pajamas on, into bed, talked for a while, drifted to sleep. Mmm. A nice end to a rather dramatic day emotionally.
I moved the very last scrap of A.'s stuff out of my bedroom, the room that once served as our spare room for everything. Yesterday, his books walked out of my room and into the living room, and my books from the living room into my bedroom. There were things from me in some of these books that I moved -- cards, notes, a ritual I'd written where I committed myself to him. Ouch. Left a message on The GirlTM's cell phone, which helped immensely.
Does this ever end?
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Date: 2002-02-03 12:42 pm (UTC)But also... Rose McGowan. Ugh. (I'm always getting sucked in, thinking ok, Gothy, Marilyn Manson, I should like her -- but it always ends in disaster when I realize she Can't Act. Not that she tries. She just totally fails to act. Not even amusingly, either. Doom Generation was just dull mixed with splatter-ick. And I didn't think anyone could make
CursedCharmed worse, but she managed it. Bringing absolutely zero camp value whatsoever.)Anyway. I just thought I was the only person who had seen that movie. =)
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Date: 2002-02-03 01:18 pm (UTC)No, it wasn't as good as Heathers, for nothing could be as good in the teen-angst realm, but it was similarly good. As in, same sort of theme - death and high school. :)