Okay, but what? Two and a half weeks? TWO AND A HALF WEEKS!? ARE YOU TELLING ME I MISSED THAT TOO!? Alright, NOW I'm really pissed. But, your journal said on Friday...ah, but I didn't look at the DATE on that journal entry. I'm such an idiot sometimes. Goodlord. But still *sniffle* I missed it :( You must now tell me what all you recieved present wise. Spill. Now.
And BY THE WAY! are you still dating the no-reply email guy? Yes? No? It's complicated?
And, it's not your fault. You had exams, remember? Plus computer trouble. If that's not a good excuse I don't know what is.
AND, we are NOT having a party celebrating my safe return. We are having a belated birthday party for YOUR turning nineteen. Or, if you won't accept that, we could have a joint birthday party. Belated for you, early for me. I'm nineteen in August. And quite honestly I never pass up an opportunity to have a party for myself.
But, no matter what you say, you aren't getting rid of the birthday present I'm making you. Tell me, which pairing would you rather have in a one-shot? I'm guessing Lily/James, but I could be wrong.
Yes yes, I have a beef with that dude too. I positively despise him. Positively. My temper isn't necessarily hugely volatile, and usually it doesn't really show itself unless something's happened to piss me off extraordinarily, but I can tell you something, every time I see him, I have a hard time not ramming my fist into his face. And that's saying something, since I've literally only openly lost my temper, as in lost control and SCREAMED at someone, and broken a clay pot, twice in my life. And those were for good reasons.
So. I'm pissed at him. I think a Grande Olde Bitch-fest is a Grande Olde idea.
I adore chocolate. You? Chocolate person?
Ah yes, well, circumnavigating the globe...not quite, just Rome, but that was amazing. The problem is, writing all that down is a rather daunting task...but it shall get done. This I promise.
Ha! The Bridesmaid Brigade! I'm so naming a chapter that...
Ah, Hasini. This brings back such wonderful memories. Long LJ conversations. Oh, I'm squeeing in delight *squees*
*squees also* Are you kidding? I'm a chocolate junkie. I can't function without my morning mug of hot chocolate, and my evening mug of chocolate. I always top my chocolate ice-cream with chocolate syrup. And usually keep a bar of chocolate in my purse, in case I experience a dangerous drop in my blood-sugar level without warning. I may appear to be in perfectly good health, but then,you can never tell with these things. ;-) I have an idea. Since Paro and I crowned ourselves Princess Paro and Her Highness Hasini of the Royal family of Pom-pomdom, you can join me in being her lady-in-waiting and a Grand duchess. Tonya is queen of course, since she is the eldest. To use the High Quenya of Atlantar (I'm a JRR Tolkien buff. My friends and I learned to speak and write in Elvish when we were doing our O/levels) Toni, shall be Tari-Tonya. That's Queen Tonya. And we shall all be The Grande Olde Dames Of Pom-Pomdom. Now all we need is a secret handshake. 'Course, I'm only the lady-in-waiting, so you have to get Tonya or Paro to what-dyou-call-em/ ordain/ crown/ thingy. Geesh, my vocab is going to the dogs! Oh, you know who it is? I thought you didn't. Tell me, is he one of those plain vindictive, malicious types or a self-righteous Wowser(We Only Want Social Evils Redeemed) types? I put my money on Wowser. Evil and spite are interesting, and I can deal with it, but this kind of petty-minded, bourgeois, self-righteousness is the root of everything that's really wrong with the universe. That journal was a piece of history. I especially mourn the story about the waiter and your phone call about his prescription for erectile dysfunction. I came across that on Miranda's flist and thought right off, "I must friend this girl immediately". And all the funny stories I put off reading for when I was really in the dumps, so I'd have something to cheer me up. Are you sure you can't deck him for all of us, Holly? Why did he do that, anyway? It wasn't one of your friends' ex-boyfriends, was it? Aww, you don't have to do that! But F.Y.I, my favourite pairings are Harry/ Hermione, Ron/ Draco, Ginny/Luna. HAHAHAHA!! Well, no. Tee hee! But you're right, I do adore L/J. Tonya gave me some really SUPER Lois and Clark icons! I mentioned that I was reverting to my old fixation with that show, until HP picked up again, and voila! How can you not love that girl? That was my very first gift, because my birthday celebrations have been postponed to July, when my Mum will come home from Scotland. She's coming on Sunday afternoon, in fact, and it'll be a great birthday present in itself for me! It's hard being without my Mommy for five months. But she's going back at the end of July. So far, I've got one more birthday present from my Dad, and that was such a great present, it made up for having to postpone my birthday! He got me the Lois and Clark complete second season DVD box-set! It rocks! It has no fewer than seven episodes that show Dean Cain without a shirt on! *swoon* And of course, birthday present number three is having you back here on LJland! *huggles* Yeah, I am dating him. Actually, I agreed to date him. We've been in touch since last October and we both decided to wait til after the exams to go out, but so far, we haven't been able to get our schedules to mesh. Plus, I haven't got up the courage to tell my folks yet. It's like Paro said, dear, people in our culture don't generally date unless they have marriage in mind. And I don't. Neither does Arshad. I hope. To be honest, I'm having serious second thoughts. Oh gee, Rome! I tell you, girlie, I am gonna badger you about that till you Spill All! But what about the stuff on the romance/ friends/ college department? You're still going to Vandy, right?
Ah, chocoholics. We are such delightful people, aren't we? I discovered a fudge brownie batter chocolate ice-cream flavor at Ben and Jerry's recently. They were giving free samples. I got five of them.
But, anyways, I've asked Paras about becoming a lady-in-waiting Grand Duchess of Pom-pomdom, and am eagerly awaiting her ruling. I am a monarch with her, over the Oompa-loompas. We have axes and scepters and everything. It's quite exciting. As for pom-pomdom, I've yet to be appointed to any position in that realm, but we shall see :)
Speaking of secret handshakes, and despite the fact I just mentioned it in your journal, I'm going to say that I am one-hundred per cent deadly serious about this meeting we are to have to appoint nicknames and such. Because the thought of being in a real-life (cyber-life? Whatever. It's real enough for me) group reminiscent of the Marauders makes me nearly faint with joy.
As for the evil boy from hell who printed out my journal. Well, you've nailed him. Because he's a combination of all those things. When you asked if he was my friend's ex-boyfriend, I nearly collapsed in amazement. He's not, exactly, as she never dated him, but that's not for his lack of wanting to. He's obsessed with her, and completely jealous of her boyfriend, and takes any opportunity available to try and make her not like her boyfriend anymore and it's absolutely disgusting. I think he's a jealous vindictive type who's going under the disguise as a Wowser (I ADORE that acronym, by the way. Did you make it up? If you did, I'll worship you forever.)
A for the journal being a piece of history. Well, I did go back and copy all the entries onto Word. However, I didn't have time to go back and get all the stuff in LJ-cuts. So I don't know if the waiter guy with the erectile dysfunction still lives or not. He will always live in memory, though, as that was a fairly unforgettable event in my life :P
Ohhhhh, you are EVIL. You nearly gave me a heart attack listing those pairings. I thought to myself, "Oh bollocks. I don't remember her liking those...Okay, I can do it. It's only one one-shot..." And then I read your next line and decided you were evil :P But, if I knew anything about Lois and Clark, I'd do that. But I don't, so I'd only end up botching it up...
Anyways, so that's on the way. I'm nearly finished with the fourteenth chappie of Cheesie Wheelies, as Cath has taken to calling it, so then I'll have plenty of time to write it :) Yay! I'm excited...
YOUR MUMMY IS COMING HOME FROM SCOTLAND!!!! How exciting! Yay!!! I bet ya'll have one of those crying, hugging in the airport reunions. It's going to be so cute :D
I LOVE DVD box-sets! Especially ones with shirtless men in them! Ohhh, that one's hard to be, for sure.
Haha, I do hope he doesn't have marriage in mind. Because if you don't...well, that would be awkward, wouldn't it? But, if you're having second thoughts...well, I'm sure you'll work it out, but if you need anyone to discuss with, I'm around :) Though, considering I have no luck with the opposite sex whatsoever, I might not be the best person to ask. I've just recently been phone stalked by a guy who I DO NOT like, and he wouldn't take the hint, and it was bad. So, you know. It would be NICE if a boy I LIKED would phone-stalk me (to some extent, at least. Phone-stalking tends to get annoying), but no.
Anywho. Enough about me. Good luck with Arshad (that's a really cool name, by the way. You can tell him I said that.)
Yes yes, I'm still going to Vandy. I'm extremely excited. Got my little college card thing recently and it's made me absolutely freak out. I'm like, "I'm a COLLEGE GIRL! Get outta my way." But what about you? I've no idea what an O-level is, besides they're apparently important, so what's next for you?
An O-level, friend dear, is what Harry Potter would call the O.W.Ls. One ramfication of having once being colonised by the British is that we somehow inherited their absurd examination and education system. I mean, in the US as I know it, you have a series of small, intensive, yet kindly tests which are collectively used to determine your grade point average, whereby you are given the chance to prove yourself worthy of higher education in a stress-free environment that tests all aspects of your education. Am I correct? The British system on the other hand (as it is operated in Sri Lanka), do also give small unit tests periodically, for no constructive reason we can discover, other than make the current government look as though they're renovating the school system. However, the child's entire academic and future professional career is determined by two cataclysmic exams: the Ordinary Levels, which we sit for at the age of 16 and will determine the subjects they can study at the Advanced Levels (N.E.W.Ts), which we will sit for at the age of 18 or 19. The British actually have it better, because there, they take O/Ls at 15 and the A-levels are divided into 2 parts. The As levels are taken at age 16 during the first year of the two year advanced level course and the A2 level is taken at the end. Anyway, our eligibilty for any type of employment or higher education is decided primarily by our performance on these exams. So if one of us comes down with pneumonia, breaks a limb or faces a family crisis on that date, we will have to waste one entire year unable to do anything save twiddle our thumbs till we can re-take the exam NEXT YEAR. You cannot believe the pressure! No, you really can't. These exams aren't about education, they're about WAR. And it is a war. You wouldn't believe the half of it. Kids have been known to commit suicide when they don't get the desired results. Now, why am I raving about this? What I do want to rave about is you. A College Girl! I'd be deadly envious if I didn't love you so much! You're Rory Gilmore! Hopefully minus the weird room-mates. You're Judy Abbot! Minus the segregated sex thing. You're Anne Shirley! Minus the cushion-obsessed land-ladys. You're going to be an ADULT! No more can your parents ground you, put you on curfew, or cut off your allowance! Or maybe they can do that last part. I'm taking a year off. I was supposed to go to Leeds in the UK, but my financial plans didn't fall through, and whatever my parents say, I know we can't afford it. So I'm takng a University course right here and going to work part-time. That sounds glamourous, but it's not really. I'm still living with my parents, after all. Closely monitored for unusual activity concerning males. :-) But you are the College Girl! The real thing! I warn you, I’m gonna live vicariously trough you, so make sure you do lots of sex and booze and late-night partying. (har, har) And keep the old LJ updated! Have you decided what courses you’re taking yet? English, obviously, but what else? I take your inexperience with the opposite sex as further proof that adolescent boys are completely clueless. They don’t know a girl worth having when they see one. Instead, all the nice, well-mannered, non-phone stalking, guys whose mothers have spanked them well in their formative years, are going out with scheming little chits. (Sorry, I’m lapsing into a personal vendetta again.) I don’t think it’s possible to actually like a guy who phone-stalks you. I mean, they might as well go around with a sign around their neck saying: “I’m a creepy goon-in-training”. The sad thing is, I know a lot of guys think a girl finds that sort of behaviour FLATTERING. They do! I mean, forget the internet as the source-of-all-misinfo. It’s probably chicken-feed compared to what goes on in the boys locker room. Would that Judy Blume were a boy!
But don’t worry, Holly. I’m sure the cosmos are saving up somebody extra-special for you! Actually, since Arshad is Muslim and I’m a Sinhala Buddhist, we always knew there was no chance of us getting serious. (The two communities are quite cordial, but avoid inter-marrying like the plague. We’re just too different in some ways and dangerously similar in others.) In fact, we threshed that out in the beginning. It’s a running joke between us that one day, when he’s married to a beautiful, wonderful woman he’s proud to call wife, he will have to introduce her to me and say “honey, this is the woman who made me worthy of you,”. So we care for each other, we’re good friends, and we want to date but we’re both so new to the whole thing that I don’t know how I can casually date him without ruining my reputation or giving out all the wrong signals. The social protocol for dating is ridiculously complicated here. I’m gonna rant more about that on my LJ in the near future. Plus, he’s prettier than I am. That’s dangerous! ;-) I wish I lived in the US, sometimes! You don’t know how lucky you are. I don’t know about a teary, huggy re-union. Our family is notoriously reticent. I’m the only demonstrative one. But there’s gonna be lots of happiness going around, I’m sure! Now, if I could only convince her to bring me an iPod… Oh, please, give me some credit! I mean, Draco/ Ron?! *ROFL* You’re too easy! But I shall not deign to tease anybody sweet enough to gift me with my own one-shot! I’m going through your FFnet page by the way. Have I ever told you that you are screamingly hilarious? Like, in the last five minutes or so? As for the friend’s boyfriend thing: elementary, my dear Watson. You’re by nature a sweet and funny kid who only makes enemies through her fierce protectiveness toward her friends. I’ve seen how you get when you’re up in arms about guys trying to hurt your friends. It’s a very different side to the sweet Holly-Molly we usually see. That’s usually the cause of most of your male-related troubles. So it seemed natural that a guy was out to get you for getting between him and his girl. Case solved. *smug* Alack-a-day, no! Wowser has been around for quite a few decades. It pre-dates SNAG (Sensitive New Age Guy), and even NIMBYs (Not In My Back Yard). I love it too! Wowser is such a descriptive word for them! Anyway, I hope your friends realize what a treasure they have in you. I’ve a lot of really great friends whom I love madly, but very few would be willing to stick their neck out so publicly as you seem to. I love that in you. I used to be the same way, but then I grew foolish and cynical. Be careful, Holly darling. It’s very easy for people to take advantage of that trait. You know, I never did get this Oompa-lampa business. What IS an Oompa-lampa? And I’d love to chat and go along with your idea, but what about the time difference? We don’t even know what that is. I mean, you and Toni at least live in the same country. Paro’s in UK and I’m 6 and a ½ time zones ahead of her. A few difficulties to overcome. Say, can I have your e-mail add? I’ve to get busy now. Spring-cleaning in anticipation of the imminent arrival of Mumsie! And don’t think I’m going to let you off the hook about Rome!
Okay, but what? Two and a half weeks? TWO AND A HALF WEEKS!? ARE YOU TELLING ME I MISSED THAT TOO!? Alright, NOW I'm really pissed. But, your journal said on Friday...ah, but I didn't look at the DATE on that journal entry. I'm such an idiot sometimes. Goodlord. But still *sniffle* I missed it :( You must now tell me what all you recieved present wise. Spill. Now.
And BY THE WAY! are you still dating the no-reply email guy? Yes? No? It's complicated?
And, it's not your fault. You had exams, remember? Plus computer trouble. If that's not a good excuse I don't know what is.
AND, we are NOT having a party celebrating my safe return. We are having a belated birthday party for YOUR turning nineteen. Or, if you won't accept that, we could have a joint birthday party. Belated for you, early for me. I'm nineteen in August. And quite honestly I never pass up an opportunity to have a party for myself.
But, no matter what you say, you aren't getting rid of the birthday present I'm making you. Tell me, which pairing would you rather have in a one-shot? I'm guessing Lily/James, but I could be wrong.
Yes yes, I have a beef with that dude too. I positively despise him. Positively. My temper isn't necessarily hugely volatile, and usually it doesn't really show itself unless something's happened to piss me off extraordinarily, but I can tell you something, every time I see him, I have a hard time not ramming my fist into his face. And that's saying something, since I've literally only openly lost my temper, as in lost control and SCREAMED at someone, and broken a clay pot, twice in my life. And those were for good reasons.
So. I'm pissed at him. I think a Grande Olde Bitch-fest is a Grande Olde idea.
I adore chocolate. You? Chocolate person?
Ah yes, well, circumnavigating the globe...not quite, just Rome, but that was amazing. The problem is, writing all that down is a rather daunting task...but it shall get done. This I promise.
Ha! The Bridesmaid Brigade! I'm so naming a chapter that...
Ah, Hasini. This brings back such wonderful memories. Long LJ conversations. Oh, I'm squeeing in delight *squees*
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Are you kidding? I'm a chocolate junkie. I can't function without my morning mug of hot chocolate, and my evening mug of chocolate. I always top my chocolate ice-cream with chocolate syrup. And usually keep a bar of chocolate in my purse, in case I experience a dangerous drop in my blood-sugar level without warning. I may appear to be in perfectly good health, but then,you can never tell with these things. ;-)
I have an idea. Since Paro and I crowned ourselves Princess Paro and Her Highness Hasini of the Royal family of Pom-pomdom, you can join me in being her lady-in-waiting and a Grand duchess. Tonya is queen of course, since she is the eldest. To use the High Quenya of Atlantar (I'm a JRR Tolkien buff. My friends and I learned to speak and write in Elvish when we were doing our O/levels) Toni, shall be Tari-Tonya. That's Queen Tonya. And we shall all be The Grande Olde Dames Of Pom-Pomdom. Now all we need is a secret handshake.
'Course, I'm only the lady-in-waiting, so you have to get Tonya or Paro to what-dyou-call-em/ ordain/ crown/ thingy. Geesh, my vocab is going to the dogs!
Oh, you know who it is? I thought you didn't. Tell me, is he one of those plain vindictive, malicious types or a self-righteous Wowser(We Only Want Social Evils Redeemed) types? I put my money on Wowser. Evil and spite are interesting, and I can deal with it, but this kind of petty-minded, bourgeois, self-righteousness is the root of everything that's really wrong with the universe. That journal was a piece of history. I especially mourn the story about the waiter and your phone call about his prescription for erectile dysfunction. I came across that on Miranda's flist and thought right off, "I must friend this girl immediately". And all the funny stories I put off reading for when I was really in the dumps, so I'd have something to cheer me up. Are you sure you can't deck him for all of us, Holly? Why did he do that, anyway?
It wasn't one of your friends' ex-boyfriends, was it?
Aww, you don't have to do that! But F.Y.I, my favourite pairings are Harry/ Hermione, Ron/ Draco, Ginny/Luna.
HAHAHAHA!! Well, no. Tee hee! But you're right, I do adore L/J. Tonya gave me some really SUPER Lois and Clark icons! I mentioned that I was reverting to my old fixation with that show, until HP picked up again, and voila! How can you not love that girl? That was my very first gift, because my birthday celebrations have been postponed to July, when my Mum will come home from Scotland. She's coming on Sunday afternoon, in fact, and it'll be a great birthday present in itself for me! It's hard being without my Mommy for five months. But she's going back at the end of July.
So far, I've got one more birthday present from my Dad, and that was such a great present, it made up for having to postpone my birthday! He got me the Lois and Clark complete second season DVD box-set! It rocks! It has no fewer than seven episodes that show Dean Cain without a shirt on! *swoon*
And of course, birthday present number three is having you back here on LJland! *huggles*
Yeah, I am dating him. Actually, I agreed to date him. We've been in touch since last October and we both decided to wait til after the exams to go out, but so far, we haven't been able to get our schedules to mesh. Plus, I haven't got up the courage to tell my folks yet. It's like Paro said, dear, people in our culture don't generally date unless they have marriage in mind. And I don't. Neither does Arshad. I hope. To be honest, I'm having serious second thoughts.
Oh gee, Rome! I tell you, girlie, I am gonna badger you about that till you Spill All! But what about the stuff on the romance/ friends/ college department? You're still going to Vandy, right?
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But, anyways, I've asked Paras about becoming a lady-in-waiting Grand Duchess of Pom-pomdom, and am eagerly awaiting her ruling. I am a monarch with her, over the Oompa-loompas. We have axes and scepters and everything. It's quite exciting. As for pom-pomdom, I've yet to be appointed to any position in that realm, but we shall see :)
Speaking of secret handshakes, and despite the fact I just mentioned it in your journal, I'm going to say that I am one-hundred per cent deadly serious about this meeting we are to have to appoint nicknames and such. Because the thought of being in a real-life (cyber-life? Whatever. It's real enough for me) group reminiscent of the Marauders makes me nearly faint with joy.
As for the evil boy from hell who printed out my journal. Well, you've nailed him. Because he's a combination of all those things. When you asked if he was my friend's ex-boyfriend, I nearly collapsed in amazement. He's not, exactly, as she never dated him, but that's not for his lack of wanting to. He's obsessed with her, and completely jealous of her boyfriend, and takes any opportunity available to try and make her not like her boyfriend anymore and it's absolutely disgusting. I think he's a jealous vindictive type who's going under the disguise as a Wowser (I ADORE that acronym, by the way. Did you make it up? If you did, I'll worship you forever.)
A for the journal being a piece of history. Well, I did go back and copy all the entries onto Word. However, I didn't have time to go back and get all the stuff in LJ-cuts. So I don't know if the waiter guy with the erectile dysfunction still lives or not. He will always live in memory, though, as that was a fairly unforgettable event in my life :P
Ohhhhh, you are EVIL. You nearly gave me a heart attack listing those pairings. I thought to myself, "Oh bollocks. I don't remember her liking those...Okay, I can do it. It's only one one-shot..." And then I read your next line and decided you were evil :P But, if I knew anything about Lois and Clark, I'd do that. But I don't, so I'd only end up botching it up...
Anyways, so that's on the way. I'm nearly finished with the fourteenth chappie of Cheesie Wheelies, as Cath has taken to calling it, so then I'll have plenty of time to write it :) Yay! I'm excited...
YOUR MUMMY IS COMING HOME FROM SCOTLAND!!!! How exciting! Yay!!! I bet ya'll have one of those crying, hugging in the airport reunions. It's going to be so cute :D
I LOVE DVD box-sets! Especially ones with shirtless men in them! Ohhh, that one's hard to be, for sure.
Haha, I do hope he doesn't have marriage in mind. Because if you don't...well, that would be awkward, wouldn't it? But, if you're having second thoughts...well, I'm sure you'll work it out, but if you need anyone to discuss with, I'm around :) Though, considering I have no luck with the opposite sex whatsoever, I might not be the best person to ask. I've just recently been phone stalked by a guy who I DO NOT like, and he wouldn't take the hint, and it was bad. So, you know. It would be NICE if a boy I LIKED would phone-stalk me (to some extent, at least. Phone-stalking tends to get annoying), but no.
Anywho. Enough about me. Good luck with Arshad (that's a really cool name, by the way. You can tell him I said that.)
Yes yes, I'm still going to Vandy. I'm extremely excited. Got my little college card thing recently and it's made me absolutely freak out. I'm like, "I'm a COLLEGE GIRL! Get outta my way." But what about you? I've no idea what an O-level is, besides they're apparently important, so what's next for you?
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The British system on the other hand (as it is operated in Sri Lanka), do also give small unit tests periodically, for no constructive reason we can discover, other than make the current government look as though they're renovating the school system. However, the child's entire academic and future professional career is determined by two cataclysmic exams: the Ordinary Levels, which we sit for at the age of 16 and will determine the subjects they can study at the Advanced Levels (N.E.W.Ts), which we will sit for at the age of 18 or 19. The British actually have it better, because there, they take O/Ls at 15 and the A-levels are divided into 2 parts. The As levels are taken at age 16 during the first year of the two year advanced level course and the A2 level is taken at the end. Anyway, our eligibilty for any type of employment or higher education is decided primarily by our performance on these exams. So if one of us comes down with pneumonia, breaks a limb or faces a family crisis on that date, we will have to waste one entire year unable to do anything save twiddle our thumbs till we can re-take the exam NEXT YEAR. You cannot believe the pressure! No, you really can't. These exams aren't about education, they're about WAR. And it is a war. You wouldn't believe the half of it. Kids have been known to commit suicide when they don't get the desired results.
Now, why am I raving about this? What I do want to rave about is you. A College Girl! I'd be deadly envious if I didn't love you so much! You're Rory Gilmore! Hopefully minus the weird room-mates. You're Judy Abbot! Minus the segregated sex thing. You're Anne Shirley! Minus the cushion-obsessed land-ladys. You're going to be an ADULT! No more can your parents ground you, put you on curfew, or cut off your allowance! Or maybe they can do that last part.
I'm taking a year off. I was supposed to go to Leeds in the UK, but my financial plans didn't fall through, and whatever my parents say, I know we can't afford it. So I'm takng a University course right here and going to work part-time. That sounds glamourous, but it's not really. I'm still living with my parents, after all. Closely monitored for unusual activity concerning males. :-) But you are the College Girl! The real thing! I warn you, I’m gonna live vicariously trough you, so make sure you do lots of sex and booze and late-night partying. (har, har) And keep the old LJ updated! Have you decided what courses you’re taking yet? English, obviously, but what else?
I take your inexperience with the opposite sex as further proof that adolescent boys are completely clueless. They don’t know a girl worth having when they see one. Instead, all the nice, well-mannered, non-phone stalking, guys whose mothers have spanked them well in their formative years, are going out with scheming little chits. (Sorry, I’m lapsing into a personal vendetta again.) I don’t think it’s possible to actually like a guy who phone-stalks you. I mean, they might as well go around with a sign around their neck saying: “I’m a creepy goon-in-training”. The sad thing is, I know a lot of guys think a girl finds that sort of behaviour FLATTERING. They do! I mean, forget the internet as the source-of-all-misinfo. It’s probably chicken-feed compared to what goes on in the boys locker room. Would that Judy Blume were a boy!
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Actually, since Arshad is Muslim and I’m a Sinhala Buddhist, we always knew there was no chance of us getting serious. (The two communities are quite cordial, but avoid inter-marrying like the plague. We’re just too different in some ways and dangerously similar in others.) In fact, we threshed that out in the beginning. It’s a running joke between us that one day, when he’s married to a beautiful, wonderful woman he’s proud to call wife, he will have to introduce her to me and say “honey, this is the woman who made me worthy of you,”. So we care for each other, we’re good friends, and we want to date but we’re both so new to the whole thing that I don’t know how I can casually date him without ruining my reputation or giving out all the wrong signals. The social protocol for dating is ridiculously complicated here. I’m gonna rant more about that on my LJ in the near future.
Plus, he’s prettier than I am. That’s dangerous! ;-)
I wish I lived in the US, sometimes! You don’t know how lucky you are.
I don’t know about a teary, huggy re-union. Our family is notoriously reticent. I’m the only demonstrative one. But there’s gonna be lots of happiness going around, I’m sure! Now, if I could only convince her to bring me an iPod…
Oh, please, give me some credit! I mean, Draco/ Ron?! *ROFL* You’re too easy!
But I shall not deign to tease anybody sweet enough to gift me with my own one-shot! I’m going through your FFnet page by the way. Have I ever told you that you are screamingly hilarious? Like, in the last five minutes or so?
As for the friend’s boyfriend thing: elementary, my dear Watson. You’re by nature a sweet and funny kid who only makes enemies through her fierce protectiveness toward her friends. I’ve seen how you get when you’re up in arms about guys trying to hurt your friends. It’s a very different side to the sweet Holly-Molly we usually see. That’s usually the cause of most of your male-related troubles. So it seemed natural that a guy was out to get you for getting between him and his girl.
Case solved. *smug*
Alack-a-day, no! Wowser has been around for quite a few decades. It pre-dates SNAG (Sensitive New Age Guy), and even NIMBYs (Not In My Back Yard).
I love it too! Wowser is such a descriptive word for them!
Anyway, I hope your friends realize what a treasure they have in you. I’ve a lot of really great friends whom I love madly, but very few would be willing to stick their neck out so publicly as you seem to. I love that in you. I used to be the same way, but then I grew foolish and cynical. Be careful, Holly darling. It’s very easy for people to take advantage of that trait.
You know, I never did get this Oompa-lampa business. What IS an Oompa-lampa? And I’d love to chat and go along with your idea, but what about the time difference? We don’t even know what that is. I mean, you and Toni at least live in the same country. Paro’s in UK and I’m 6 and a ½ time zones ahead of her. A few difficulties to overcome. Say, can I have your e-mail add?
I’ve to get busy now. Spring-cleaning in anticipation of the imminent arrival of Mumsie!
And don’t think I’m going to let you off the hook about Rome!
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