Saturday, September 02, 2006
Well. I'm glad that's over.
Went to movies.
Made awkward conversation.
He liked me.
I thought he was nice. As in would make a nice friend. Not as in 'struck me as a really nice guy.'
The End.
Made awkward conversation.
He liked me.
I thought he was nice. As in would make a nice friend. Not as in 'struck me as a really nice guy.'
The End.
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Gosh.
I was just walking past the hall mirror, and my hair's not parted so far sideways today, and bloody hell, it looks like Meredith's from Grey's Anatomy. Worrying.
You know what's cute? Lambs are cute. I was watching M*A*S*H today and it featured Greeks, a lamb, a spam lamb (which was also cute), and people getting drunk on ouzo. Good times.
I heard It's Gonna Be Me in the supermarket today. Was pleased with myself that it took me about half a verse before I recognised it. I also noticed for the first time that the boys are all INCREDIBLY nasal. Incredibly. JuJu really was a whiny brat, wasn't he?
Was listening to Schizophrenic last night. Blowin' Me Up gives me images of The Crotch in full pursuit at the Outback. Meanwhile, If You Were My Girl reminds me strongly of JD (of the Scrubs variety) for some reason.
How very pop-cultural of me.
In other news, my grandparents have sold their house, and are in the final stages of buying a new one. Goes unconditional this weekend, I believe. Scaryness. We're having a garage sale as an excuse for the entire family to get rid of all their crap (my TV cabinet's going! Sniff!), such as old bikes and broken ovens (ahem). And then I have to say goodbye to the house (again), because this time I KNOW I won't be seeing it again. Tears.
I took my hair out, and now it doesn't look like Meredith's. Crisis averted.
And now for something completely different: A man with a tape recorder up his nose.
I have a broad sense of humour, that is, I find many and most things hilarious. For a brief list, I would include romance novel covers, overly-buff men with long flowing hair, fish, my brother putting random paraphenalia on his head, babies that naturally grow their hair in a mohawk (so. Very. CUTE!) and the Boy Next Door when he's drunk. But you know what's the funniest thing of all? Grown men screaming. Cracks me up every time.
Seriously. Imagine Georg flailing his arms and screaming.
You're laughing, aren't you?
You know what's cute? Lambs are cute. I was watching M*A*S*H today and it featured Greeks, a lamb, a spam lamb (which was also cute), and people getting drunk on ouzo. Good times.
I heard It's Gonna Be Me in the supermarket today. Was pleased with myself that it took me about half a verse before I recognised it. I also noticed for the first time that the boys are all INCREDIBLY nasal. Incredibly. JuJu really was a whiny brat, wasn't he?
Was listening to Schizophrenic last night. Blowin' Me Up gives me images of The Crotch in full pursuit at the Outback. Meanwhile, If You Were My Girl reminds me strongly of JD (of the Scrubs variety) for some reason.
How very pop-cultural of me.
In other news, my grandparents have sold their house, and are in the final stages of buying a new one. Goes unconditional this weekend, I believe. Scaryness. We're having a garage sale as an excuse for the entire family to get rid of all their crap (my TV cabinet's going! Sniff!), such as old bikes and broken ovens (ahem). And then I have to say goodbye to the house (again), because this time I KNOW I won't be seeing it again. Tears.
I took my hair out, and now it doesn't look like Meredith's. Crisis averted.
And now for something completely different: A man with a tape recorder up his nose.
I have a broad sense of humour, that is, I find many and most things hilarious. For a brief list, I would include romance novel covers, overly-buff men with long flowing hair, fish, my brother putting random paraphenalia on his head, babies that naturally grow their hair in a mohawk (so. Very. CUTE!) and the Boy Next Door when he's drunk. But you know what's the funniest thing of all? Grown men screaming. Cracks me up every time.
Seriously. Imagine Georg flailing his arms and screaming.
You're laughing, aren't you?
Monday, August 28, 2006
Surreal. Like a fish with shoes.
The short version: I have an A+, a friend to avoid, and a date.
The long version:
It's been an odd few weeks, really. It began about Singled Out, when I may have caused some damage to a friendship inadvertently...not MY friendship though, so should I care? It is a puzzle. Then, my aunt and small cousin came to stay. Small Cousin changed Georg's name to Milk. It was cute. I went home. The cat peed on my coat (sob)! This is all only minorly odd and unreal. And then.
On friday, I travelled from the Land of the Mighty Mountain Which Hides In Clouds And Isn't Really There on a bus, with Seamus, which incidentally is a very weak nickname. This in itself was somewhat odd, since I had only jokingly suggested to my mother that she drive me that far and then she did.
Then I began to knit Seamus a scarf, on his request. It's crap, but this is irrelevant. I exchanged some texts with That Other Tall Blonde Boy, the One from the Hutt (ah, Singled Out...) and scared him with my knowledge of rugby. Where is written that girls don't like rugby? Seamus invited me to a party at Igor's house.
I went. The Lizard came too. I frolicked merrily all the way there. You try being cooped up on a bus with Seamus for five hours. You'll frolic too when you're free. Man, frolic's a funny word.
Anyway. We entered the house of Igor. They were playing Mafia. Igor, upon dying, came over to greet us. He chose to greet me by stroking my hair. Repeatedly. And by holding on to my hand. In the course of the evening he proceeded to come alarmingly close to my face, and to ask me in very ambiguous terms if I wanted to watch dvds sometime.
It unfrolicked me very quickly. And now I don't know what to do.
To continue with the surrealism. The next day it rained, so the Lizard and I made the obvious choice of what to do....go out to Spotlight, and buy a pattern and sew something. It rained a LOT. The Lizard dared me to jump in a puddle, so naturally I did. It was deeper than I expected.
The queue at spotlight was short but slow. I think I stood in line about a half hour. We came out to see the bus leaving. It continued to rain.
Even though it was raining, MiniGirl (That reminds me, the other OTHER George is out. If you know what I mean.) wanted to go to town so she could get laid. She shocked the Lizard with her frank comments on this matter. I decided town might be fun. Not to get laid, though. So, to town.
We went. Coyote was still being restuaranty. We drank. We danced. Some random guy tried to grope me, so I went to the bar. He followed, apologised and asked to be friends. He got my number - I am still too naive to give out false ones. I went back and danced. MiniGirl got friendly with some randoms. Some guy danced with me. We had a chat (and I don't mean that euphemistically) and he got my number. MiniGirl was accosted by The Groper. She, being not too picky, got friendly with him. I decided it was late and time to leave. MiniGirl debated the relative merits of The Groper and no sex, and opted for celibacy. Wise decision, as he has since been texting very frequently - me to say "how could you steal MiniGirl?" and her to say "what's wrong with me? what's wrong with you?" and generally being stalky.
Guy that I danced with, who is like every man I attract in bars, 20 and from the Hutt, has also texted me. And we are going to the movies. I'm not that excited about it, but hey why not? Plus could be helpful in dealing with ...other things.
God, this is a long post. I just don't want to write my essay. Heh,I wrote 'me essay.' Yaaaar, avast thar me hearties.
Speaking of essays...my Acharnians essay, the bulk of which was written in one day, was returned to me today. With an A+. Ah, the wisdom of using your professor's book to back up your argument. And of getting someone like Georg to proofread...they may not know what you're talking about, but they can pick up errors in style. My content is generally sound, it's my structure that has issues...but not this time! I've never had an A+ before so I'm joyous. Or joyful. Or something. Joyous probably means causing Joy...hmmm.
In other news, is a little stressful being just me and InvisiGirl...she's grumpy and tired. and I'm busy dealing with sudden surrealism of life. Which now you know all about.
The long version:
It's been an odd few weeks, really. It began about Singled Out, when I may have caused some damage to a friendship inadvertently...not MY friendship though, so should I care? It is a puzzle. Then, my aunt and small cousin came to stay. Small Cousin changed Georg's name to Milk. It was cute. I went home. The cat peed on my coat (sob)! This is all only minorly odd and unreal. And then.
On friday, I travelled from the Land of the Mighty Mountain Which Hides In Clouds And Isn't Really There on a bus, with Seamus, which incidentally is a very weak nickname. This in itself was somewhat odd, since I had only jokingly suggested to my mother that she drive me that far and then she did.
Then I began to knit Seamus a scarf, on his request. It's crap, but this is irrelevant. I exchanged some texts with That Other Tall Blonde Boy, the One from the Hutt (ah, Singled Out...) and scared him with my knowledge of rugby. Where is written that girls don't like rugby? Seamus invited me to a party at Igor's house.
I went. The Lizard came too. I frolicked merrily all the way there. You try being cooped up on a bus with Seamus for five hours. You'll frolic too when you're free. Man, frolic's a funny word.
Anyway. We entered the house of Igor. They were playing Mafia. Igor, upon dying, came over to greet us. He chose to greet me by stroking my hair. Repeatedly. And by holding on to my hand. In the course of the evening he proceeded to come alarmingly close to my face, and to ask me in very ambiguous terms if I wanted to watch dvds sometime.
It unfrolicked me very quickly. And now I don't know what to do.
To continue with the surrealism. The next day it rained, so the Lizard and I made the obvious choice of what to do....go out to Spotlight, and buy a pattern and sew something. It rained a LOT. The Lizard dared me to jump in a puddle, so naturally I did. It was deeper than I expected.
The queue at spotlight was short but slow. I think I stood in line about a half hour. We came out to see the bus leaving. It continued to rain.
Even though it was raining, MiniGirl (That reminds me, the other OTHER George is out. If you know what I mean.) wanted to go to town so she could get laid. She shocked the Lizard with her frank comments on this matter. I decided town might be fun. Not to get laid, though. So, to town.
We went. Coyote was still being restuaranty. We drank. We danced. Some random guy tried to grope me, so I went to the bar. He followed, apologised and asked to be friends. He got my number - I am still too naive to give out false ones. I went back and danced. MiniGirl got friendly with some randoms. Some guy danced with me. We had a chat (and I don't mean that euphemistically) and he got my number. MiniGirl was accosted by The Groper. She, being not too picky, got friendly with him. I decided it was late and time to leave. MiniGirl debated the relative merits of The Groper and no sex, and opted for celibacy. Wise decision, as he has since been texting very frequently - me to say "how could you steal MiniGirl?" and her to say "what's wrong with me? what's wrong with you?" and generally being stalky.
Guy that I danced with, who is like every man I attract in bars, 20 and from the Hutt, has also texted me. And we are going to the movies. I'm not that excited about it, but hey why not? Plus could be helpful in dealing with ...other things.
God, this is a long post. I just don't want to write my essay. Heh,I wrote 'me essay.' Yaaaar, avast thar me hearties.
Speaking of essays...my Acharnians essay, the bulk of which was written in one day, was returned to me today. With an A+. Ah, the wisdom of using your professor's book to back up your argument. And of getting someone like Georg to proofread...they may not know what you're talking about, but they can pick up errors in style. My content is generally sound, it's my structure that has issues...but not this time! I've never had an A+ before so I'm joyous. Or joyful. Or something. Joyous probably means causing Joy...hmmm.
In other news, is a little stressful being just me and InvisiGirl...she's grumpy and tired. and I'm busy dealing with sudden surrealism of life. Which now you know all about.
