Not enough social activity...

...leads to reading Jane Austen. I've read "Pride and Prejudice" and "Sense and Sensibility", and this past weekend (while getting my brake pads replaced) I finished "Persuasion". (And now I've started in on "Emma".) I've noticed a distinct pattern between these three books (and can pretty much guess how the rest of them go) - umpteen pages about the protagonist and their struggle, followed by three chapters where everything conveniently wraps up in a nice little package of triumph. And by triumph, I mean marriage.

Persuasion interested me particularly because it's a tale about how two people who were almost engaged and then separated for eight years happen to meet again. That minor detail intrigued me because I know someone who I thought myself madly in love with eight years ago. [Of course, I've now figured out that most of the "madly in love" came from the fact that he was the first boy I liked that seemed to return the compliment, even if only minutely.] However, I won't likely be running into him again, because even though he was a friend of the family and my brother is getting married soon, he lives well out of the state and more than likely won't be traveling all the way down to Texas.

The books make me think of how generally convenient and "falling into place" pretty much all the segments of my life have been thus far, except for my [doomed] romantic past. It's all just been so convenient, almost like fate. (Which is more than a little scary.) The major exception is that one part of my life that isn't in any coherent order at all. And these days, I've got very little motivation to do anything about that. [Of course, whenever I start complaining about "no prospects, no crushes, etc", something inevitably falls into my lap (albeit temporarily). Except it never lasts.]

There's matchmaking afoot, or such has been hinted. I'm not opposed, but I want to date someone that a)likes to travel (obviously. and I mean leave-the-country kind of travel too), b)enjoys music/likes going to concerts c)is not opposed to a little PDA, and d) is willing to dance at social functions.

Anyway, obviously it's another one of those nights where I have time to blog. Earlier tonight someone sent me a blood bank specimen (the labels on those HAVE to be hand-written), and the nurse wrote a wrong first name on the tube!! So obviously I can't accept it, and the nurse had the gall to try and give me a guilt trip about giving her "more work". When she can't even be bothered to get the kid's name right. Other than that, there's no excitement to speak of.

C'est la vie.