A bit of this and that...

I'm going to regret it, but I have to go grocery shopping. On a Saturday. What's wrong with me?

Yesterday was a good day, despite the lack of grading I got done. I went to bed at 1:30 and got up at 6:00 (not by my choice), and ended up not going back to bed, which was dumb. But on the up-side, we got a new dishwasher, and I got a haircut. I asked this lovely women (to whom I have been a client for about ten years) to jazz up my current hairstyle a bit. Current hairstyle, if you're morbidly curious, was supershort in the back around my neck, and then something like an asymmetrical bob -- longer in the front than in the back. So, she cut the back until it was VERY short (boy short), and then made the angles a little sharper from back to front, and made it even more asymmetrical by making the left side shorter than the right (I part my hair on the left). I was very happy with the result, and it's making me want to get a couple of foils done in the front -- maybe after school's out.

Actually, once school is out, I'm also thinking about getting a second tattoo. I can't believe it's been a year since I got the one on my ankle (nearly a year, anyway). I still love it to pieces, and have been known to peek in mirrors as I walk by them, just to catch a glimpse of my ankle in action. ;) This time around, I think I'm going to get the "tora" kanji on my lower back. George is a tiger, and I'd much rather have that than his name written on my person, because ... well, I'm not fond of that look. But I think after eleven years together (eleven years in August), it's safe to have something representing him inked onto my body. But it's obscure enough to still be okay if (godforbid) we ever split up.

Yes, I think of things like that. I know all too well that people change, no matter how long you know them. I'm the emotional realist in the relationship, and George is the emotional idealist. If he were here, he'd probably whap me on the back of the head for even THINKING of such a thing as splitting up. Ah well.

Had our final exam review for Renaissance class -- I'm really not that worried about the final, but I DO have to re-read Edward II. Correction: I have to find a COPY of the play. The prof assigned it to us on a website, and I'm too easily distracted on the computer to read Marlow without, oh, clicking off to LJ-land. Unfortunately, none of the big chains have much in the way of Marlowe. Books-a-Million had NOTHING -- in fact, the woman working there just sort of gave me a blank stare when I asked about him. And then she made me repeat his name. Three times.

Me: "Marlowe. Christopher Marlowe. Elizabethan playwright and poet. Compared to Shakespeare."

Clerk: "Oh! Our Shakespeare section is right over there!" *points*

Me: "No, no, no. I didn't say it WAS Shakespeare. I said he was COMPARED to Shakespeare."

Clerk: "....Well, you could check it anyway, in case he got shelved with Shakespeare."

Me: *facepalm*

Needless to say, there was no Marlowe.

Then I went to Barnes and Noble, and... well, they at least had Dr. Faustus. One copy of it. *sigh* (They did, however, have these new-fangled editions of Shakespearean plays that have the original text on one page, and the text translated into layspeak on the other, and it'd be very tempting to incorporate that into my class when I teach Othello. I'd have to pick a copy up to see for myself.)

Soooo, I don't have time to order it from Amazon, but I could probably find it at the college library -- but frankly, I'd rather have my own copy. So I think I may try a couple of the smaller, independent bookstores. There's one down by the beach that I've only visited once, but when I went inside, it was like I'd died and gone to heaven.

Hmm. I'm now in the mood to go back. Right now. Except... yeah. Must still go grocery shopping, dammit.

Mwah ha hah! Karma! ...Or something like that.

My dearest friends may remember my ranting occasionally about our local anime/comic store. It's a charming little place that often smells of "OMG light some incense to cover the mary-jane!" I'm not saying that they DO smoke pot in there, because -- illegal. I'm saying that I had enough bad-influence friends in high school to know the result of trying to cover up that smell. (I myself did not partake, because, dude. I don't even smoke REGULAR cigarettes.)

So, along with the charming scent, the fact that it always looked like an utter pigsty (wall-scrolls half on the floor, t-shirts dangling off the hangers, a haven of broken folding chairs and stained beanbag chairs clustered in the back of the store where clerks would often play D&D, Yu-Gi-Oh, or video games in lieu of waiting on customers), AND the fact that the clerks had a bad habit of ignoring paying female customers because they were talking with non-paying friends, or playing D&D, Y-G-O, or some random video game.

Is it any surprise at all that the place is up for sale?

Didnae think so.

George is trying to talk me into buying it instead of opening a tea-shop. There are advantages, of course -- it's the ONLY comic book store/anime shop in town. The next nearest one is a big-ass anime warehouse in Orlando. So, no competition.

Frankly, I don't know how I feel about it. I mean, I was getting REALLY excited about the tea-shop idea, but I can see so many of the things that Anime Pavillion was doing wrong, and I have no doubt I could improve on it.

But... tea-shop. Indulging my rampant Brit-lit geekiness.

But... getting Furuba volumes early.

But... tea.

*sigh*