Random.

The past seven months have paved way to an unconventional friendship, its roots stemming from an "I love your writing style. Can't wait to read more of your work!" message on Xanga. We've been shooting messages back and forth since then and learning about one another and I believe there's a very real possibility this London boy knows more random facts about me than my real life friends. But I digress. Each message is structured as follows: commentary about the previous message, a reply to answers and a list of questions the other must respond to. One of the questions in his past message told me to ask three friends what a person should know before they meet me. I asked a few friends, whose responses made me smile and made for a good pick-me-up.

My favorites:
1. She likes to act tough and start little fights. Truth is, she couldn't hurt a fly.
2. She loves John Mayer (especially Continuum) because it reminds her of fall of senior year when life was simple. She also likes Paramore who, for her protection, killed a vicious butterfly and put it on the cover of their latest release.
3. She loves to read while sipping on a grande iced coffee with white mocha.
4. Marianne likes to go on random walks and geocaching adventures at night.
5. Too many people have tried to hurt her, but have never succeeded. She is too strong for that.
6. "Awkward" silences aren't awkward to her. If you're having a serious talk with Marianne and she's quiet, don't freak out. It just means she's thinking about what you just said, lost in her own little world.

GeOh (who has an advantage because he reads my blog) says:
1. You're a fierce friend once someone reaches that point, but due to past events, you keep your heart guarded, from new friendships and new love.
2. Music flows through your veins. More specifically, Mae's the everglow.
3. You can't handle another heartbreak. By the looks of things, that one might end you. Handle with care.
4. You are in DIRE need of a good adventure once in a while.
5. Creativity appeals to you, in any shape or form. Some fucktard off the street can come up to you, and while you reach for your mace, completely disarm you by saying, "I can shit the Eiffel Tower in 1/56th of a scale. Wanna see?" Okay, maybe not THAT. But throw a good Palahniuk quote your way, and it's game over.

Yeah, I don't know what was going through his mind when he wrote that somewhat offensive blurb about the Eiffel Tower. And if you didn't know already, I'm deathly afraid of butterflies, a fact everyone seems to enjoy throwing in my face once in a while. My friends are the greatest.

Because of a 3am attack from insomnia last night, I found myself on the 20 Something Bloggers community. I ended up creating an account for it, most likely because my impulsivity reaches its peak when sleep deprivation is also, coincidentally, at its highest. Seems like a promising and reliable Yellow Pages of sorts, but we'll see how that goes.

Just finishing up my current read, Still Life With Woodpecker by Tom Robbins, which I despised at first because it felt like every subject he touched upon was so arbitrary. Talks of aliens from the planet Argon, conspiracy theories regarding red heads, and a thorough analysis of a package of Camel cigarettes somehow tie into a love story between an exiled princess and a rebellious outlaw determined to make love stay. I'm nearing the end, though, and everything seems to tie together nicely. By the way, the book's description of being an adult fairytale is relatively accurate. You've been warned.

What else, what else. The weather! It was lovely and rainy and oh-so comfortable the past few days. But like anything in life, it's rudely taken away without so much as a second thought as soon as you find yourself getting lost in it. We're expecting temperatures in the high 90s for tomorrow and Saturday. Mother Nature, it's autumn, won't you please ease up and give us a break? It'll be greatly appreciated.

/random_update.

PS. The elusive Tea Not War that I rambled on about in the Google Reader subs post has been found under a new pseudonym. Despite me sounding like an absolute creeper, I'll go ahead and say that this calls for a happy dance.