Putting the "Girl" in GeekGirl

I recently went on a bit of an Internet shopping spree (is there any other for a GeekGirl?), the sales and clearance section of the Victoria's Secret website. I found the cutest pairs of pants ever: twill and trousers and sexy, skinny jeans, oh my! I wanted desperately to find a few good shirts, but all of them are decidedly meant to stay inside the pages of a supermodel magazine, and not on, oh say. . .me. *sigh* Seriously, who, outside of Hollywood stars, wears a shirt (labeled under "tees") that plunges down to your navel?

Their shoes didn't really warrant more than a quick peak, but I managed to find a tankini that I feel in love with: a dark khaki color with lime trimming. Teh cute! I ordered it with extra length since my torso is long and I need one that doesn't hitch over my navel. All in all I bought 4 Victoria Secret items and managed to save over a hundred dollars. Am I an awesome shopper, or what?

One of These Days

Nothing much of interest has happened of late, except for maybe the long awaited release of the Penny Arcade game, "On the Rain Slick Precipice of Darkness." I know I'm a little late on mentioning it, since it's been out for over a month now, but I haven't gotten around to actually buying it yet. When I do, my dear readers will be the first to know . . . well, my opinion anyway.

Since that's really all the geek news I can muster at this point, I thought this could be another blog wherein my readers can get to know me a little bit better. Little known fact about Geekgirl: I have always wanted a koi pond. Not only are they a beautiful fish, and having a beautiful pond a tranquil way to calm my hectic mind, but the symbology behind them also interests me.

The Japanese attribute different symbological meanings to many things, including animals. One of the ways koi are viewed is knowing that they are strong swimmers and like to stir up the waters, in this way symbolizing non-conformity. But that's not what really captures my interest when it comes to these little fishies. Another symbological meaning attributed to the koi is strength in adversity; koi are known to swim against the current.

Another well -known symbol the koi represents is Luck. And I could always use a little Luck!

A Great Big Geeky Heart

In my bid to find some good entertainment, I recently visited Hulu, a site that allows you to watch certain TV shows and movies for free. I watched the first episode in season 2 of Burn Notice, a great show if you're into cute spies and their bad awesome friends. I then decided to try a go at Bionic Woman, definitely a geek venture. The show did not fail my expectations, so I finished off the first (and only) season available (for now).

Then, out of TV shows to keep my attention, I decided to take a trip down SciFi Lane. Destination Truth is on its second season on SciFi, but I never really gave it a proper watch. I have to say, my interest is peaked. Again, I re-iterate that paranormal goings-on were given proper discussion room in my household alongside Politics and Fashion, so to me a show that seeks to investigate tellings of monsters and other things that go bump in the night isn't so out there. And its darn interesting to see their findings when they use tech instead of mumbo jumbo to investigate. Currently I'm viewing a show where they're chasing a Vietnamese sea monster about Ha Noi Bay. Their tech is detecting giant masses of movement under the water, and one of their investigators is witnessing some crazy splashing going on - they're trying to draw it out into the open- and all I find myself thinking is - that poor thing must be so freaked out by all these people!

Making History

In my previous post, I mentioned the books I bought on a recent shopping trip. I started the first one from that grab bag of goodies today, and I am going to have to say something unprecedented, not only about the book, but just in general. My sister was right.

Queen of Babble in the Big City, by Meg Cabot, is already annoying me, and I've only gotten through the first chapter. She talks. A lot. In fact, she blabs on about worth-less things that I'd really rather not have to read about. And she does it in a manner that makes her sound like she is still in the sixth grade. I've noticed a trend among Meg Cabot's characters, and that is that they are all the same. They have the same cadence when they speak; the same sense of humor; the same attitude. It's like she's using the same character in every book and is just applying different names.

Usually, I'm inclined to give a book a chance, but I think I'll lay this one aside and pick another. The Queen of Babble will just have to wait for a day when I have nothing better to read.

Weekends, Weekends . . .

My sister came down this past Saturday to hang out and shop with me, which was a lot of fun. I hardly ever get a chance to be really girly unless I'm with her, and I'm usually not in the mood to be girly unless I'm with her. Lol. Funny how that works out . . . We hit the mall first, stopping off at several clothing stores. I was looking for shirts and pants appropriate for working in, but still cute enough to wear whenever, and my sister was looking for beauty products and such. I'm big on trying to hit only sales racks, but that doesn't mean I'll settle for crap, so it's hard to find exactly what I want sometimes. In the end, I walked out with two t-shirts and an ADORABLE wallet that I did not need, but bought because . . . well, it was adorable. It was just fun in general to be shopping, even if I didn't buy a lot. We went to a few shoe stores, and one of them even had my favorite brand name, SUGAR, which makes adorable shoes, but I wasn't up for buying them because none of them really grabbed me. : (

Afterward, we went to my favorite store on the planet: Barnes and Noble. Of course, I immediately left my sister's side to peruse the aisles. At one point, I think I told her to go do something else besides following me. : P I bought four books: When Demons Walk, by Patricia Briggs; The Historian, by Elizabeth Kostova; Night Shift, by Lilith Saintcrow; and Queen of Babble in the Big City, by Meg Cabot, which is a favorite author of both me and my sister. All in all I was very proud of myself, because I didn't spend more than the budget I had set for myself.

We then went to my aunt's house to visit my cousin Sara, since my sister hasn't seen her in forever. We went out to eat and acted crazy and cracked other up. Then we went back to my aunt's place and took some pictures, after which, I got bored and watched TV while they played on MySpace and messed around with make-up and such. I might be in a girly mood, but I am not a big fan of make-up. And I'm not the kind of person that can play on MySpace for hours. I have to have something else to do, or I go nuts. So, I watched Just Friends. At one point I started to get really grumpy and worried because it was getting so late and my sister still had the hour and a half drive to go before making it back home.

When she finally dropped me back off at my house, I told her to call me as soon as she made it home, otherwise I would call her. I was determined to stay awake until that call, so I read a book, and even though I was getting so sleepy my eyes were going blurry, I just shut one and read with the other, clearer one, until my sister called at 1 in the morning to say that she had made. Phew. I fell asleep soon after.

Try to Be a Little Mature

The Discovery Channel is always on at my house, usually for sound background, but also because I like a lot of their shows. Dirty Jobs, Myth Busters, and any specials they have usually keeps my interest. Sundays are a BIG day on Discovery Channel, though, because they have many different specials and documentaries, which I, in my geek-state, find fascinating. Today as part of their extravaganza, they had the "Mysteries of the Bermuda Triangle."

This is nothing new, to me or for Discovery Channel. They usually do something on UFOs and other paranormal stuff often, and I grew up in a household where paranormal things were considered real and significant. On this Bermuda Triangle documentary, they were discussing possible reasons why ships may go down in the Triangle area. They hypothesized about methane gas, and even did several experiments and showed some examples caught on tape, in which methane build up caused the sinking and/or total annihilation of ships. This was an interesting hypothesis; I hadn't heard it before, so it was something new for me to mull over and consider. But I could not help the urge to laugh every time they would say something along the lines of "the methane build up would release a giant bubble that rose to the surface and burst. . . "

To me, it was comical, first the word bubble itself, and second the idea that a "giant bubble" could destroy huge ships. I'm sure it could happen, but every time they would reiterate the "Giant Bubble" theory, I would giggle a little. Because I am a dork, on top of being a geek.

Party Like a Rockstar?

Last night, I went out to a club for a co-worker's birthday party. Originally, I wasn't planning on it, but another co-worker insisted that I should go, because she wouldn't know anyone and she didn't want to hang out alone. So, I grit my teeth, and went.

I hitched a ride with my aunt, which I knew was a bad idea in the first place, since I would stay out later, and could only really leave when she did, but the way things turned out, it was the simplest solution. I met her at work, and pitched in for my co-worker's gift, and then we jumped in her car to pick up her friend Josh. We were 30 minutes later than we said we would arrive because Josh had to do his hair. Yes, you heard it right, Josh spent 30 minutes doing his hair! I jumped out of the shower, brushed mine with a comb, and let it figure itself out. I think I must be blessed, because sometimes I end up with cute waves when I do it this way.
While we waited for Josh, I told my aunt that

1. I don't like big crowds.

and 2. I don't like being touched, or having someone in my personal space.

We got there, and things were going not so bad. I was introduced to my co-worker's brother and his girlfriend, and my aunt managed to stay around me for the first 30 minutes or so, before going off and doing her own thing. My co-worker's brother's girlfriend and I really seemed to get along, and we chatted for awhile, eating the cake and laughing. She told me that she thought I was so little and adorable, and that my bangs were really cute, and I told her that she was really sweet. (I did tell her that she was pretty, but then I worried that she might think me gay, so I just let her know that she was sweet after that. In my defense, she was pretty, with stick straight hair that my sister would admire and a cute outfit to boot.)

After that, things started to go a little downhill. My other co-worker arrived, but with a friend, so we didn't really hang out together. The music wasn't bad, although it was so loud you had to shout to be heard, and even then I didn't know if I was being heard because I couldn't even hear myself. I went home with a sore throat. One of my aunt's friend's got a lot drunk, and thought it was funny to poke me after I told my aunt to stop poking me when she spoke. I then had to tell her drunk friend to please stop touching me, and amazingly my aunt stood up for me. Sort of. She said I was weird about people touching me. Her friend didn't take the hint. It was a good thing she was a she, or I really would have been mad. Of course, I kept wondering if she was a lesbian, so I'm not sure how much her gender really helped her in the long run.

I danced a little, but only around my table, and only with my aunt. At one point, I told my aunt's boyfriend that I was going to sit outside. Being in such a huge crowd, with so many people so close, was starting to make me feel a little sick, not to mention the uber-loud music and the ever constant mist of cigarette smoke that seemed to waft in my direction no matter where the smoker was. Aside from the fact that I don't smoke, I also do not drink, but no one really seemed to give me a hard time about it, which was a blessing.

All in all, I realize that going was a Bad Idea. Next time, my co-worker(s) are just going to have to be happy with the general "Happy Birthday" I manage to grant them.

P.S. That cat up there? Yeah, he's feeling as annoyed as I was.