magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

On the train home I saw a girl from the eyebrows up who I would have sworn was you. Same hair, same skintone, same eyebrow shape. It wasn't of course.

I was coming from the Apple store, the glass cube on 5th Ave that I had never actually been inside of before. I need an actual mouse (or I suppose trackball) for my 3D modelling class, and I've been coveting the new Magic Mouse since it came out. For some reason I had been expecting the surface to be more of the matte silver trackpad look, though it's clearly lighter and shinier in the product shots. And now that I've shelled out and have it in my hand, it seems like it might be a little small for said hand, but I'll give it a few weeks and see how it goes.

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Earlier today, my Wednesday morning cataloguing shift at the library. Even though there's no real room for creativity in thesis cataloguing—subject headings are predetermined based on department, they're all the same size and only vary in number of pages, accompanying material (generally slides, occasionally a videotape or DVD), and presence or lack of illustrations—I still enjoy it. Time flew and I didn't really want to stop at 3.

I know. Huuuge geek.