the bastard old man decided to be an ass again yesterday. it seems everytime we're alone up here he takes it as an invite to start yapping.

so he walks over, and goes "i've been a teacher for many years, i know your type." and i'm just staring because i can't believe he would have the nerve. he kept approaching me and didn't stop until he was about a foot from me, talking down to me (as i was still sitting), and my whole body just shuddered.

it's tough with people because we all have different views on personal space, but i don't care who you are - it is not okay to hover over me and point your finger close to my face. ever. i think this is when i realized something is really wrong with this man.

luckily i overcame my brain freeze and terror at having somebody tower up on me and yelling, and simply said "i do not wish to discuss anything with you, either go away or i will find a librarian and file a complaint." and when he didn't stop, i simply got up and... found a librarian.

i told her i didn't appreciate this man constantly harassing me, and the response was "oh no.. he's having one of his relapses." i kind of took it as a sign that they are aware how creepy this guy can be. when i walked back, he snarled "i will not stand for this!" and wandered off to make a complaint about me. i simply ignored him, and nothing happened. blah.

ever since he's been doing his usual "glance at jennie and stare" thing. i don't care.

the thing is, i really, really have issues with my personal space. it's part of why i don't hug people a lot in real life. i know some of it comes from having fought so much with my brother growing up - him being 6'4 and often towering over me freaked me. i also have a real problem with people touching my neck as in fight's he'd, well, not try and strangle me, but keep me down by pressing on my throat.

it's just little quirks with me, you see.

i got home last night and my mom told me somebody from america had called with a name starting with an r. my brain severely crinkled as my mom tried and remember the name.. "raisa? raksi? ray?".. it took a full five minutes to realize she meant reshma, from the uk. i was told she'd soon call back and.. she did.

that was so much fun and completely out of the blue! we've been snailmailing lately, which is a novelty for me, and apparently i gave her my phone number once upon a time. it was a definite happy thing.

and that's when i realized.. i remember once reading in em's journal that she doesn't really get the meeting and becoming really close with people online (paraphrasing! i may be pulling this out of my ass - it was a while since i read the actual statement.)... and it hit me that i'm a bit of the opposite.

i would say 80 percent of the people i am close with are people i either met online, or met through somebody else i met online. i've done the boyfriend thing online a few times, my room mate i met online, as well as my friends jessica and reshma, and angela i met through the tori news group, and gene and jesse i got to know thanks to my room mate.

the thing is, it doesn't feel like it. everybody i'm close with i have at least known for a year or four (in some cases) and if i haven't met them in person, i've at least talked to them on the phone. i don't know if this marks me as a loser of any kind (personally, i don't think so) but i realize it may sound weird to some to say that yeah, most of my social life is "thanks" to the internet.

ah well. just ranting. and hey. i like it and that's okay. in a way, i prefer it because being online is part of something i enjoy and i just like to surround myself with people who are similar that way and don't think i'm a weirdo. you know?

my brother must be ill, or something. he and a friend came barging in on me as i was watching tv downstairs last night. they were obviously drunk, and all my brother said was "hey i have three movies up there that you can watch if you want after we leave" - gasp! a sudden peace proposal after two weeks of barely exchanging three words? whoever said getting drunk never solved anything? (note: i'm not advocating alcoholism here now!)

i went upstairs and watched dave letterman on the tv in jimmy's room while he and his friend got even more drunk in the livingroom listening to kiss and bruce springsteen.

as of tomorrow (august 1) it's ten days until i leave for america. eek.

the movie dead man's curve was surprisingly good (hey it had keri "felicity" russel in it :) - like a college version of wild things without matt "dead fish" dillon and annoying flashy movie sex. i recommend

i just rented velvet goldmine - i still remember letting out a really loud snort laugh at the opening credits in a completely quiet movie theater watching this movie last year. gene still hasn't stopped teasing me about it.

i'm almost done with my sam rockwell site. i can't believe i'm actually close to finishing a site i made. scary, really.

i watched the first nightmare on elm street movie last night (again) - come on, people, it rocks! if i only could find people in real life who would be thrilled enough to do things like rent all the nightmare on elm street movies and have a marathon with. i always end up watching scary movies alone. pussies ;)

i have money. i am hungry. i am off. see ya in august.