Friendship Is Classic, So Give Thanks, And Then Shower Them With Stuff
I think that if my sister wants her camera back there is gonna have to be a randsom or something because having it is one the of best things to ever happen to me. I take a few pictures every day so it’s turning into a veritable stockpile. I’ve also been tied up with school and one person or another every day lately so LJ is taking a hit. But I think this entry will make it worthwhile. I’ll start with Wednesday the last and work till Wednesday the yesterday, which will likely become a second post.
PHOTO Crazynezz.
A week ago was the Table Classic gathering. Because of Magellan’s freeness we decided to get together. And the only people I really see on Wednesday are Pam, Becca, and Peter anyway so it’s already all together. We sussed it out and met at the Denny’s by the airport.
Magellan brought along his girlfriend Jenny.
Pam brought her Polish Sausage, Greg. Note how both men are wearing alternagothesque jackets. .Isn’t it just terrible when two girls show up to the dance wearing the same dress? The embarassment!
I recounted my attempt to explain fanfiction and slash to Andy work. Whicih led to discussion of Snape and Harry, Snarry *shudder*, and pokemon porn. Clearly the picture was going to happen, the only question was who’s that pokemon.
Whoddathunk that Pikachu would ever bottom for Psyduck, eh?
Pam, Greg, Magellan, and Adam got into this big discussion of the finer points of Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children. Seeing how Peter and I only saw the movie once (a third of it for me) at Amy’s party with partial Swedish subtitle difficulties and we never played the game we didn’t really know what was going on. Our bond of lack of knowledge led me to believe that we should make a blood oath. I’m not sure of what. But what I do know is that I used ketchup for blood.
And then we were united as One in Confusion.
Then we needed to call each other to elaborate on our lostness.
And then that bitch Adam called us and we totally, like, had to talk to him. Ucccchhh.
We suited up
and after Peter and Adam ran around in circles we finally decided to go bowling.
Upon entering I found the most bestest chance for an obscure foot shot.
And orgy. Of FEET.
You will have one hour to complete the test. Begin. *scribble scribble*
Meanwhile Pam is too cool for school cuz she is such a snotty ritch biaatch.
Then my messenger bag, Brigadoon, and Adam’s jacket, Untitled, got a little to tipsy and had random cloth apparel sex.
At this point Steph was off work and joined us. If you looked at the web album a few entries back you saw my struggle to find the ideal picture. This one ended up being the best. Rather cast shot isn’t it?
Greg had the drawing bug and asked if I had something to draw on. Scoff. Claro. So he sorted through it first.
As you can see I was on the floor for no reason cept laziness.
With Magellan and Jenny busy tearing it up on the... bowl floor? I got two out of three of the happy couples.
And this picture is just rather darling so it’s here.
Peter and I also Blood bonded in that we were the youngest present. Both 19 while everyone else was 21 and up. Those old coots could never match our young, verile secksyness.
They can however partake in a good old fashioned ale.
Magellan, Jenny, Pam, and Greg set off to their respective love nests but Peter, Steph, Adam, and I were just getting started. With the eating. The Steph and Peter tradition led them to overpriced Greek Restaurant Extraordinaire Omega on 27th. The menfolk all ordered shortcake, and somewhere in the dictating of whipped cream to the heavens our waitress got confused (or was it ultimately the cooks?) and we all ended up with shortstacks with strawberries and cream. She only charged us for the shortcake price though. SCORE!
We had nowhere to go and for some reason or another they decided they would actually sit around at my house without issue. They looked at Class (yay) for a bit but I don’t know what happened after that because the amount that I fell asleep is spectacular. I did wake up to more adorableness however.
And no short supply of extreme angle Adam.
Ben called me after and we talked about his night of Kasey. Back in the swing of things.
I can’t think of a decent segue into Thanksgiving day. I overslept by two hours, as did Allie, except she actually had her thing at one whereas mine was not till four. Did cut down on DVR time though. Boo.
The en masseing took place at Maggie and Roy’s house because his mom Sally was in town. Danny also came by, but only for a short time. More importantly he delivered the ice cream mom left at home.
It’s interesting seeing the boys (Michael and Austin) for any lenght of time nowadays because... i rare do so. They were all over my life the first two years I knew them, but now they can run off and play on their own and Trevor is the ony invading our house every weekend. With the twins Alex and Cole in tow of course. I was having culture shock about this with mom in the car on Monday night. About how they are 12 and 10 now and 8 and 6 when I first me slash babysat them. Oh, they grow up so fast.
There was moderate food, nothing special I guess. It actually seems more special when it’s just me and mom and possibly dad sitting around at our house. Maybe because we just got stuff from the kitchen then paper plated to the living room, or stayed and ate with the kids at the ungarnished kitchen table if you’re me. Which you aren’t because I already am.
Though, Danny and Roy did spend some time eating in the kitchen also.
Aaaaand 10x lens on my brother Danny.
Note how he plays with his hair just like me. Is that genetic!?
Trevor attempted to pwn my legs, but was swiftly caught.
There was Christmas with the Kranks, which Sally was giving narration for. Oh I love this moviee. Oh this part is really funny. Oh oh oh etc. I actually feel bad for her. I have super empathy for old people for some reason. I think because people often look at them as devolved or broken or frail or on the cusp of death. Not that they aren’t not any of those things, but you know what I mean. She used to be an efficient and real kind of person, but she likes to say things to emphasize to you how effective and real she is, not to mention the trumping of things you’ve done with things that she has which is what Roy is like and clearly got from her even though her use of it has faded and run on sentence and giant breath and comma return, and that can get kind of old. She was walking and tripped over Trevor’s lil chair thing and thudded to the ground. Maggie was like are you ok and she shrugged it off as nothing and got up. There’s nothing wrong with that, but stuff like that really hurts the pride of people like her. So I felt bad. But not long enough to make me stray entirely from my picture resizing and transfering. Maggie’s camera can hold about 400 pictures if they are all e-mail ready sized, which is a decent size... so my fingers bled from all the button pushing on the camera and it ran through the streets like flowing wine of victory.
Michael and Austin went to skateboard in the basement so I followed with my not mine camera in tow.
We also played hide and go seek in the dark before dessert (two s’s cuz you always want seconds), which was followed by War of the Worlds. Mmm.
The wimmens largely stayed in the kitchen however.
Ben called me and we decided to go to Pegasus, where else, because, why else, how can we really go a week day without seeing each other? Easily, but that’s not the point. I was turned into a jungle gym for a while, and then to home.
And to Pegasus. Same thing practically.
Ben and I just sat around talking about fairly serious things. Him and Kasey. Me and Nate. Me and Adam. Life After Death and Taxes. Et cetera. It was all quasi deep and calming. One of those things where you mope around but it’s in the goood way.
Then we took death and sadness pictures of ourselves. Or, ourselves with no particular emotion except the normal state of being that is the profound sadness reflected in our eyes. Or some shit like that.
And I took off my glasses, which Ben confirmed was a more attractive way to be.
We talked about his love of flirting, and used the word so much that I had to step in and assign a new, presently unoffensive synonym: guhzort. Then we talked about how we guhzort with each other because we can. lol. There’s more, but it is long and involved and uncalled for in a post that is supposed to be a flippant catch up photo fun thing. Curse you Sally for diverting my attention into a happy melancholy and prohibiting the pace of my LJ entry!
*switches iPod from sad Relient K song to Autobiography by Ashlee Simpson*
And here's one more for the road.
I was up bright and early (enough) the following day, Black Friday, for extravaganzaesque holiday shopping. Nate left Fay’s, got me, went to his house for monetary provisions, and then we went to Walmart by campus. Which was depressingly unchaotic. I wanted heads on spikes outside with burning post apocalyptic nondescript scrapmetal / garbage piles inside. Maybe it’s becuase the area is only a third ghetto, a third college kidz, and a third rich white people. Only a third of their target audience.
We got Allie and she geared up in the non backseat of Nate’s van.
And we discussed assorted on the way to Best Buy. When you go there on the day after Thanksgiving and there is no line then you know the Four Horsemen can’t be far behind. I mean come on. I waited in line for an hour or more last year and this year I strolled up the cash registers. That’s my personal brand of bah humbug, but I guess it’s a good thing ultimately. We spent most all our time in the CD isles and I crapped my pants when they actually had Relient K’s Apathetic EP. And got Confessions on the Dancefloor for only $8, which is what is’t worth seeing only half of it is good. Nyah.
Nate was nice enough to take me to F-5; it had been a four weeks since my last visit, which is just wrong. Allie commented on the mountain of comics I extied with.
We knew we were famished, but not what best to sate us, until Nate promised land of milk and honey style satisfaction in the epic portions at the Peony restaurant.
Architectural digression: that place so wasn’t intended to be a restaurant because it’s layout was kind of whack, and more importantly the walls were very bland apartment in appearance. At least I almost slipped and died in their super slippery bathroom floor. At least they clean, unlike New Hong Kong Buffet where you can see the layers of ick on the tables because they don’t lean in all the way to wipe down the entire table. Yummy.
Copious portions of decently flavoured food ensued. I think you just kind of simultaneously dull to the flavour/gain it like with drinking wine.
Mayfair was the final target. The target that I’m aiming at perhaps even.
We went into Wet Seal with Allie, but we distracted her and were banished to the railings outside. I shat my pants at the absurdity of the Madonna CD’s booklet. But not before trying to remove the plastic seal around the edge before actually removing the larger plastic wrapping. Thanks to Nate for figuring that one out for me. lol.
We decided to pass time by judging appearances of others (and their attire) and checking out guys. Guess who was doing which one.
Barnes & Noble was fun, unless you were Allie gettin the LGBT section shown to you by Nate. She took off and we read a bit more before coming in search. She hadn’t gone to Build a Bear yet, but was in Rave. We shopped, knocked over mannequin things, compared Ashlee Simpson to a slutty gothic milk made, and got Allie and outfit.
But then the deathbed register of doom refused to process her credit card. The extremely gay cashier next over was... gay and annoying and offensive to the whole of history in general. But then they got the card to work and it was a happy ending.
Especially becuase while waiting we talked about our frequency of masturbation. Ah, Christmas.
After we realized the ripped, shirtless Abercrombie model waiting for photo opps was ugly in the face we knew it was time to wrap it up. Or they did, cuz I was gonna remain for a couple hours for Adam to arrive for Rent.
I read up on historical gay. Oscar Wilde. Walt Whitman and his guy friend’s letter correspondance. It was cute and made a lot of sense while still opening my eyes a bit. Until they closed and I slept for a little bit in the comfy chair that is.
Ben called and he gushed about his brand spanking new, giant, not a penis metaphor at all computer monitor. Swapped day parts. Slid in the snow. Watched the snow fall outside our windows. I love sitting in Barnes & Noble with time to spare just staring out at the winter wonderland. One of those happy melancholy thingss again. Weeeee. Said goodbye and went for a bit more shopping.
Got a cookie with Elmo’s face on it in icing.
Adam came and we Rented. And laughed and cried and experienced. I cant’ say the gay characters were that realistic because they were a bit too functional and not fucked up. And the clash of socioeconomic background, age, and just all around personality type. Made sense, but a little bit too leanient. Whatever. The songs were immediate and engaging because the movie was definately it’s own set of rules and your enjoyment of it is ultimately measured by how much you give in to it’s suspension of belife. Like sci-fi, but different. Obviously. We spent the last half hour of it being tear stained cuz it was so effing emotional. Yaaaay.
He 21,67,14 combo bussed home while I 28-53ed. Called mom to say I was still breating. Called Ben just because.He said hate xmas music so Kasey started singing a line in the background. Then I sang the next line and got hung up on. Lol.
Home for food and falling asleep all over.
Total money spent that day was $150.
Though $42 of that was on comics so it doesn’t really count.
Peter is taken care of.
Nate is taken care of.
Allie, Bryn, and Adam are half done I believe.
Ben awaits.
And if I see things that scream other person, or ‘you’ rather, I’ll handle it.
PHOTO Crazynezz.
A week ago was the Table Classic gathering. Because of Magellan’s freeness we decided to get together. And the only people I really see on Wednesday are Pam, Becca, and Peter anyway so it’s already all together. We sussed it out and met at the Denny’s by the airport.
Magellan brought along his girlfriend Jenny.
Pam brought her Polish Sausage, Greg. Note how both men are wearing alternagothesque jackets. .Isn’t it just terrible when two girls show up to the dance wearing the same dress? The embarassment!
I recounted my attempt to explain fanfiction and slash to Andy work. Whicih led to discussion of Snape and Harry, Snarry *shudder*, and pokemon porn. Clearly the picture was going to happen, the only question was who’s that pokemon.
Whoddathunk that Pikachu would ever bottom for Psyduck, eh?
Pam, Greg, Magellan, and Adam got into this big discussion of the finer points of Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children. Seeing how Peter and I only saw the movie once (a third of it for me) at Amy’s party with partial Swedish subtitle difficulties and we never played the game we didn’t really know what was going on. Our bond of lack of knowledge led me to believe that we should make a blood oath. I’m not sure of what. But what I do know is that I used ketchup for blood.
And then we were united as One in Confusion.
Then we needed to call each other to elaborate on our lostness.
And then that bitch Adam called us and we totally, like, had to talk to him. Ucccchhh.
We suited up
and after Peter and Adam ran around in circles we finally decided to go bowling.
Upon entering I found the most bestest chance for an obscure foot shot.
And orgy. Of FEET.
You will have one hour to complete the test. Begin. *scribble scribble*
Meanwhile Pam is too cool for school cuz she is such a snotty ritch biaatch.
Then my messenger bag, Brigadoon, and Adam’s jacket, Untitled, got a little to tipsy and had random cloth apparel sex.
At this point Steph was off work and joined us. If you looked at the web album a few entries back you saw my struggle to find the ideal picture. This one ended up being the best. Rather cast shot isn’t it?
Greg had the drawing bug and asked if I had something to draw on. Scoff. Claro. So he sorted through it first.
As you can see I was on the floor for no reason cept laziness.
With Magellan and Jenny busy tearing it up on the... bowl floor? I got two out of three of the happy couples.
And this picture is just rather darling so it’s here.
Peter and I also Blood bonded in that we were the youngest present. Both 19 while everyone else was 21 and up. Those old coots could never match our young, verile secksyness.
They can however partake in a good old fashioned ale.
Magellan, Jenny, Pam, and Greg set off to their respective love nests but Peter, Steph, Adam, and I were just getting started. With the eating. The Steph and Peter tradition led them to overpriced Greek Restaurant Extraordinaire Omega on 27th. The menfolk all ordered shortcake, and somewhere in the dictating of whipped cream to the heavens our waitress got confused (or was it ultimately the cooks?) and we all ended up with shortstacks with strawberries and cream. She only charged us for the shortcake price though. SCORE!
We had nowhere to go and for some reason or another they decided they would actually sit around at my house without issue. They looked at Class (yay) for a bit but I don’t know what happened after that because the amount that I fell asleep is spectacular. I did wake up to more adorableness however.
And no short supply of extreme angle Adam.
Ben called me after and we talked about his night of Kasey. Back in the swing of things.
I can’t think of a decent segue into Thanksgiving day. I overslept by two hours, as did Allie, except she actually had her thing at one whereas mine was not till four. Did cut down on DVR time though. Boo.
The en masseing took place at Maggie and Roy’s house because his mom Sally was in town. Danny also came by, but only for a short time. More importantly he delivered the ice cream mom left at home.
It’s interesting seeing the boys (Michael and Austin) for any lenght of time nowadays because... i rare do so. They were all over my life the first two years I knew them, but now they can run off and play on their own and Trevor is the ony invading our house every weekend. With the twins Alex and Cole in tow of course. I was having culture shock about this with mom in the car on Monday night. About how they are 12 and 10 now and 8 and 6 when I first me slash babysat them. Oh, they grow up so fast.
There was moderate food, nothing special I guess. It actually seems more special when it’s just me and mom and possibly dad sitting around at our house. Maybe because we just got stuff from the kitchen then paper plated to the living room, or stayed and ate with the kids at the ungarnished kitchen table if you’re me. Which you aren’t because I already am.
Though, Danny and Roy did spend some time eating in the kitchen also.
Aaaaand 10x lens on my brother Danny.
Note how he plays with his hair just like me. Is that genetic!?
Trevor attempted to pwn my legs, but was swiftly caught.
There was Christmas with the Kranks, which Sally was giving narration for. Oh I love this moviee. Oh this part is really funny. Oh oh oh etc. I actually feel bad for her. I have super empathy for old people for some reason. I think because people often look at them as devolved or broken or frail or on the cusp of death. Not that they aren’t not any of those things, but you know what I mean. She used to be an efficient and real kind of person, but she likes to say things to emphasize to you how effective and real she is, not to mention the trumping of things you’ve done with things that she has which is what Roy is like and clearly got from her even though her use of it has faded and run on sentence and giant breath and comma return, and that can get kind of old. She was walking and tripped over Trevor’s lil chair thing and thudded to the ground. Maggie was like are you ok and she shrugged it off as nothing and got up. There’s nothing wrong with that, but stuff like that really hurts the pride of people like her. So I felt bad. But not long enough to make me stray entirely from my picture resizing and transfering. Maggie’s camera can hold about 400 pictures if they are all e-mail ready sized, which is a decent size... so my fingers bled from all the button pushing on the camera and it ran through the streets like flowing wine of victory.
Michael and Austin went to skateboard in the basement so I followed with my not mine camera in tow.
We also played hide and go seek in the dark before dessert (two s’s cuz you always want seconds), which was followed by War of the Worlds. Mmm.
The wimmens largely stayed in the kitchen however.
Ben called me and we decided to go to Pegasus, where else, because, why else, how can we really go a week day without seeing each other? Easily, but that’s not the point. I was turned into a jungle gym for a while, and then to home.
And to Pegasus. Same thing practically.
Ben and I just sat around talking about fairly serious things. Him and Kasey. Me and Nate. Me and Adam. Life After Death and Taxes. Et cetera. It was all quasi deep and calming. One of those things where you mope around but it’s in the goood way.
Then we took death and sadness pictures of ourselves. Or, ourselves with no particular emotion except the normal state of being that is the profound sadness reflected in our eyes. Or some shit like that.
And I took off my glasses, which Ben confirmed was a more attractive way to be.
We talked about his love of flirting, and used the word so much that I had to step in and assign a new, presently unoffensive synonym: guhzort. Then we talked about how we guhzort with each other because we can. lol. There’s more, but it is long and involved and uncalled for in a post that is supposed to be a flippant catch up photo fun thing. Curse you Sally for diverting my attention into a happy melancholy and prohibiting the pace of my LJ entry!
*switches iPod from sad Relient K song to Autobiography by Ashlee Simpson*
And here's one more for the road.
I was up bright and early (enough) the following day, Black Friday, for extravaganzaesque holiday shopping. Nate left Fay’s, got me, went to his house for monetary provisions, and then we went to Walmart by campus. Which was depressingly unchaotic. I wanted heads on spikes outside with burning post apocalyptic nondescript scrapmetal / garbage piles inside. Maybe it’s becuase the area is only a third ghetto, a third college kidz, and a third rich white people. Only a third of their target audience.
We got Allie and she geared up in the non backseat of Nate’s van.
And we discussed assorted on the way to Best Buy. When you go there on the day after Thanksgiving and there is no line then you know the Four Horsemen can’t be far behind. I mean come on. I waited in line for an hour or more last year and this year I strolled up the cash registers. That’s my personal brand of bah humbug, but I guess it’s a good thing ultimately. We spent most all our time in the CD isles and I crapped my pants when they actually had Relient K’s Apathetic EP. And got Confessions on the Dancefloor for only $8, which is what is’t worth seeing only half of it is good. Nyah.
Nate was nice enough to take me to F-5; it had been a four weeks since my last visit, which is just wrong. Allie commented on the mountain of comics I extied with.
We knew we were famished, but not what best to sate us, until Nate promised land of milk and honey style satisfaction in the epic portions at the Peony restaurant.
Architectural digression: that place so wasn’t intended to be a restaurant because it’s layout was kind of whack, and more importantly the walls were very bland apartment in appearance. At least I almost slipped and died in their super slippery bathroom floor. At least they clean, unlike New Hong Kong Buffet where you can see the layers of ick on the tables because they don’t lean in all the way to wipe down the entire table. Yummy.
Copious portions of decently flavoured food ensued. I think you just kind of simultaneously dull to the flavour/gain it like with drinking wine.
Mayfair was the final target. The target that I’m aiming at perhaps even.
We went into Wet Seal with Allie, but we distracted her and were banished to the railings outside. I shat my pants at the absurdity of the Madonna CD’s booklet. But not before trying to remove the plastic seal around the edge before actually removing the larger plastic wrapping. Thanks to Nate for figuring that one out for me. lol.
We decided to pass time by judging appearances of others (and their attire) and checking out guys. Guess who was doing which one.
Barnes & Noble was fun, unless you were Allie gettin the LGBT section shown to you by Nate. She took off and we read a bit more before coming in search. She hadn’t gone to Build a Bear yet, but was in Rave. We shopped, knocked over mannequin things, compared Ashlee Simpson to a slutty gothic milk made, and got Allie and outfit.
But then the deathbed register of doom refused to process her credit card. The extremely gay cashier next over was... gay and annoying and offensive to the whole of history in general. But then they got the card to work and it was a happy ending.
Especially becuase while waiting we talked about our frequency of masturbation. Ah, Christmas.
After we realized the ripped, shirtless Abercrombie model waiting for photo opps was ugly in the face we knew it was time to wrap it up. Or they did, cuz I was gonna remain for a couple hours for Adam to arrive for Rent.
I read up on historical gay. Oscar Wilde. Walt Whitman and his guy friend’s letter correspondance. It was cute and made a lot of sense while still opening my eyes a bit. Until they closed and I slept for a little bit in the comfy chair that is.
Ben called and he gushed about his brand spanking new, giant, not a penis metaphor at all computer monitor. Swapped day parts. Slid in the snow. Watched the snow fall outside our windows. I love sitting in Barnes & Noble with time to spare just staring out at the winter wonderland. One of those happy melancholy thingss again. Weeeee. Said goodbye and went for a bit more shopping.
Got a cookie with Elmo’s face on it in icing.
Adam came and we Rented. And laughed and cried and experienced. I cant’ say the gay characters were that realistic because they were a bit too functional and not fucked up. And the clash of socioeconomic background, age, and just all around personality type. Made sense, but a little bit too leanient. Whatever. The songs were immediate and engaging because the movie was definately it’s own set of rules and your enjoyment of it is ultimately measured by how much you give in to it’s suspension of belife. Like sci-fi, but different. Obviously. We spent the last half hour of it being tear stained cuz it was so effing emotional. Yaaaay.
He 21,67,14 combo bussed home while I 28-53ed. Called mom to say I was still breating. Called Ben just because.He said hate xmas music so Kasey started singing a line in the background. Then I sang the next line and got hung up on. Lol.
Home for food and falling asleep all over.
Total money spent that day was $150.
Though $42 of that was on comics so it doesn’t really count.
Peter is taken care of.
Nate is taken care of.
Allie, Bryn, and Adam are half done I believe.
Ben awaits.
And if I see things that scream other person, or ‘you’ rather, I’ll handle it.