Re: The guy who said I scowled at him.

I hate that. You know when Hamlet tells Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, "There is a kind of confession in your looks, which your modesties have not craft enough to color."? I feel like Hamlet could be talking about me.

Like if I'm heavily involved in something or even just in deep thought and someone interrupts me, it annoys me even though I often can't blame the person for interrupting me. So even though I try not to look annoyed, people can see it in me. I hate that I'm that transparent. Once I was at work at a place in Mpls where I did computer stuff and tended a storefront. A woman came in while I was in the middle of some involved stuff, and even though I tried not to look annoyed at her (since it was my responsibility to "mind the store") she still picked up on it. She said, "You don't like me, do you?"

Argh.

tommy, I present this picture of me. I was totally blissed out after a lovely afternoon wandering Kathmandu, sitting on a swing in a gorgeous courtyard, after having a really fucking good conversation with a someone that did really great things to my mood and ego and listening to happy music: [link]

I have NO FUCKING CLUE why I look so cranky. I didn't even know my dad was taking the shot. And the funny thing is, people kept coming up to me all friendly and making conversation. So beats the hell out of me!

Yes - that was totally NOT an apology. Why bother?

V. sad about Jim Carroll.

And I'm glad that the women's final has finally started.

I have NO FUCKING CLUE why I look so cranky.

Heh. You really do look cranky!

Ya freak.

I know my mouth turns down naturally, so if I'm not actively smiling, I often look unhappy. Meh.

See??!

I know ita. That look was priceless! Poor guy. He didn't even try to return that last shot.

My husband deserves a toaster for getting me into tennis like this.

Supposedly when Beetlemania was in first swing, someone asked Ringo if he was always unhappy. He said, "No, it's just me face."

Poor Ringo. Except for the not being poor part. Wait, is he dead now?

And I can get that -- being upset in the heat of the moment and then burning out quickly.

I still hope she's convincingly regretful about it. I also hope the lineswoman realises she made a bogus call, so I live in the land of wishful thinking.

Not sure why Wozniacki's energy doesn't rub me the wrong way like Oudin. Probably because she gets less press, so I don't have to listen to her say nothing as much.

Vaguely relatedly, you know who's not playing? Justine Henin. They can stop mentioning her any time now. Sheesh.

She said, "You don't like me, do you?"

The key here is to say "Actually, it's the opposite, but these feelings are forbidden so I must hide them."

It gets easier with practice.

cereal:

They played Star Wars music at the end of that men's match. Perhaps the Imperial March --I'm not sure. He wasn't even dressed like Darth Federer tonight. Lots of credence to give a nickname.

eta: Googled, checked, yeah, that's the one. Dude.