why does lj have such a limited range of moods?

i'd make up my own mood description, but i really like that little blue blobby guy. i'm actually in an kick ass, take no prisoners sort of mood. i finally got around to burning a cd specifically for days when i commute, and the results are lovely. i'm in an awesome mood. i think i scare people on the train though. apparently it's against some unwritten rule to be upbeat while commuting.

it's official, i have my first visitor! (haven't yet signed the lease, but we're getting there...tomorrow, actually.) brian is coming the last week of june. anyone else looking to come visit, the 22nd-29th of june is booked!

and i try very very hard not to bitch about the tube, but for the love of little green apples, you'd THINK that a subway system that shuts down at midnight and doesn't run again until 5:30 would have PLENTY of time to do maintainance, but NO. you ready for this? circle, hammersmith&city, and metropolitan lines ALL not running due to something in euston sq (at least i think that's what they said. i wasn't overly awake, was a bit peeved, and didn't really care what the excuse was.) and i realize the tube isn't even remotely acquainted with logic or even common sense, but why shut down the circle line entirely?

anyway. off to see the wizard.

welcome to munchkin land

i'm sure this will amuse everyone. at lunchtime, the lady at the cafeteria register looks at me and says, "in to work with dad for the day?" she didn't beleive me when i said 23. good thing i had kate right there to corroborate my true age. then she asked me how i ever manage to get served in pubs. oddly enough, i haven't actually had any trouble in that department.

the honeymoon period with the cleanroom has worn off. oh, wait, that's right there never really was a honeymoon. suiting up for the cleanroom bites. at least i finally have a pair of booties that fit over my sneakers without a) massive struggle or b)being so ridiculously oversized that they flop in front of me and try to trip me as i walk. i feel like those suited up guys in the intel commercial a couple years back, but minus the cool colors. my cleanroom suit is nice boring white. and the cleanroom is eerily quiet, with the exception of machine noises. i'm going to ask if i can hook up speakers to the computer if i bring in my own. otherwise protracted periods in there will be a danger to my sanity.

oh, i've had my token brush with royalty. i saw princess anne at the train station today. i was rather underwhelmed. at least that gaggle of police turned out to be for a non-negative reason. i was worried for a few minutes. only complaint-why do these things only happen on days i don't have my camera with me?

should have skipped the pool today. i came out in an absolutely vile mood. it's very good for those stupid porkers that i don't have the power to summarily exile them to locations of my choice. the north pole sounds good. as does anywhere in the middle of the ocean and shark infested. go ahead, get in the shark's way. i dare ya. this, you see, is the flip side of people assuming i'm young, small, and oh yeah, female-they feel free to get in my way, invade my space, and just generally behave like assholes. and i'm fed up with it.