戻ります~! No, really!
HM!S: *comes into my doorway*
HM!S: ...
HM!S: Jesus Christ, it's cold in your room.
Me: ...Are we living in the same house?!
I have my air conditioner cranked all the way up and I still start to sweat if I move too quickly. Third floor of an uninsulated house = Megcicle in winter, Megmelt in summer. I've never had a problem with cold weather until I lived here and it hit the forties in my room for a full week. I've always been weak against heat. I take one step outside my bedroom door and just kind of *ooze* down the stairwell like a lava flow, I am that wilted.
In other news, I freaking love that HM!S and I are the only two on the top floor. He was away visiting a friend in NYC this past weekend and I got to use his iPod dock and speakers in the common room and leave my music playing EVERYWHERE. I partially cleaned the bathroom (which neither of us makes a tremendous mess in, so isn't much of a chore) just because I could. I erected a barricade at the top of the stairs to keep my cold air from vanishing entirely downstairs, cranked the temp down as much as possible, and sprawled out in the common room just because it was comfortable. I had friends over Saturday for incredibly, embarrassingly, irredeemably geeky things, and didn't have to worry about disturbing anyone else in the house because HM!J and HM!R live downstairs.
Not that HM!S would have minded the company; they were his friends first and he's the one with the character builder on his computer.
>_>
Ahem.
I am going to give you all a moment to sigh in despair at my ever becoming a functional, down-to-earth human being.
Ready? Ok, siiiiiiiiiiiiiigh.
Now get ready to point and laugh.
Really ready?
WE'RE PLAYING DUNGEONS & DRAGONS ON SATURDAY AND I AM SO EXCITED THAT I'VE SPENT EVERY NIGHT FOR THE PAST WEEK AND A HALF LYING ON MY BEDROOM FLOOR DRAWING PICTURES OF MY CHARACTER AND COLORING OUTFITS FOR HER TO WEAR.
I have never played D&D before. When I was twelve, my uncle told me he thought I'd really enjoy it (and if anyone would know, he would - this conversation happened on our way to Cornell to view a prescreening of a Monty Python tribute film with special guest speaker John Cleese). I was intrigued but I never had the time to look into it and eventually I forgot about it.
Eleven years later, I met this crazy group of people in Boston who said, hey, have you listened to the Penny Arcade podcasts? [[I am now an ardent Wil Wheaton fan and I'm tempted to go watch Star Trek: The Next Generation just so I can watch him breaking his own Don't Be A Dick commandment. <3]] Now, double the age I was when I first heard of D&D, I've slipped into a group of friends who are casual tabletop gamers. Woo!
When people came over on Saturday, it was so they could glance through my downloaded D&D information and talk through some choices for making characters. AK, who is attempting his first ever run as Dungeon Master, took one look at the color-coded statistics sheets, the copies of my character portrait scattered across the floor with different colorations, and my ring of index cards printed with abilities and battle conditions and had one thing to say: "I'm sorry we did this to you."
[[Quoth my father, in a high-pitched warbly croon, "Obsessi~~ve compul~~sivvvvve disor~derrrr!" Why do I call you, Dad?!]]
I'm super excited to get smashed to pieces by a golem or something. :D This is going to ROCK.
Ahem.
The most entertaining part of Saturday's hangoutage was when E inadvertently called me "Megan" then backed up and apologized, saying, "Your name's not Megan, right, it's Margaret?" Which promptly destroyed AK's brain. Apparently he'd always thought that I was a Megan or a Meghan or something? For several hours he would burst out randomly with, "Your name is Margaret?! REALLY?" and mutter something about how distressing it was when his view of the world didn't jive with reality.
It ranks right up there with C's shock a couple of months ago.
C: "Meg, you're VEGETARIAN?"
B: "Dude, not a spoiler alert."
C: "Seriously? For how long?!"
Me: "Since fourth grade."
C: "Oh my god, what?!"
B: "Still not a spoiler alert."
Um...what else to say? I live in Boston, so the Fourth was awesome as a matter of course, natch.
I wish I'd been able to get in touch with magwana while she was in town, it would have been awesome to see her again. Maybe someday I'll be able to make a trip down to Washington and see her there. (Miss you, dearie!)
Oh my lord, the new ONE OK ROCK album makes me explode with love for them. Morimori makes the best hidden tracks ever. There's still no song that can compete with my adoration of 努努 〜夢夢〜 though.
I'm...several hundred posts behind on my flist, guys, I'm sorry for failing at the Internet. Catch me up on things?
HM!S: ...
HM!S: Jesus Christ, it's cold in your room.
Me: ...Are we living in the same house?!
I have my air conditioner cranked all the way up and I still start to sweat if I move too quickly. Third floor of an uninsulated house = Megcicle in winter, Megmelt in summer. I've never had a problem with cold weather until I lived here and it hit the forties in my room for a full week. I've always been weak against heat. I take one step outside my bedroom door and just kind of *ooze* down the stairwell like a lava flow, I am that wilted.
In other news, I freaking love that HM!S and I are the only two on the top floor. He was away visiting a friend in NYC this past weekend and I got to use his iPod dock and speakers in the common room and leave my music playing EVERYWHERE. I partially cleaned the bathroom (which neither of us makes a tremendous mess in, so isn't much of a chore) just because I could. I erected a barricade at the top of the stairs to keep my cold air from vanishing entirely downstairs, cranked the temp down as much as possible, and sprawled out in the common room just because it was comfortable. I had friends over Saturday for incredibly, embarrassingly, irredeemably geeky things, and didn't have to worry about disturbing anyone else in the house because HM!J and HM!R live downstairs.
Not that HM!S would have minded the company; they were his friends first and he's the one with the character builder on his computer.
>_>
Ahem.
I am going to give you all a moment to sigh in despair at my ever becoming a functional, down-to-earth human being.
Ready? Ok, siiiiiiiiiiiiiigh.
Now get ready to point and laugh.
Really ready?
WE'RE PLAYING DUNGEONS & DRAGONS ON SATURDAY AND I AM SO EXCITED THAT I'VE SPENT EVERY NIGHT FOR THE PAST WEEK AND A HALF LYING ON MY BEDROOM FLOOR DRAWING PICTURES OF MY CHARACTER AND COLORING OUTFITS FOR HER TO WEAR.
I have never played D&D before. When I was twelve, my uncle told me he thought I'd really enjoy it (and if anyone would know, he would - this conversation happened on our way to Cornell to view a prescreening of a Monty Python tribute film with special guest speaker John Cleese). I was intrigued but I never had the time to look into it and eventually I forgot about it.
Eleven years later, I met this crazy group of people in Boston who said, hey, have you listened to the Penny Arcade podcasts? [[I am now an ardent Wil Wheaton fan and I'm tempted to go watch Star Trek: The Next Generation just so I can watch him breaking his own Don't Be A Dick commandment. <3]] Now, double the age I was when I first heard of D&D, I've slipped into a group of friends who are casual tabletop gamers. Woo!
When people came over on Saturday, it was so they could glance through my downloaded D&D information and talk through some choices for making characters. AK, who is attempting his first ever run as Dungeon Master, took one look at the color-coded statistics sheets, the copies of my character portrait scattered across the floor with different colorations, and my ring of index cards printed with abilities and battle conditions and had one thing to say: "I'm sorry we did this to you."
[[Quoth my father, in a high-pitched warbly croon, "Obsessi~~ve compul~~sivvvvve disor~derrrr!" Why do I call you, Dad?!]]
I'm super excited to get smashed to pieces by a golem or something. :D This is going to ROCK.
Ahem.
The most entertaining part of Saturday's hangoutage was when E inadvertently called me "Megan" then backed up and apologized, saying, "Your name's not Megan, right, it's Margaret?" Which promptly destroyed AK's brain. Apparently he'd always thought that I was a Megan or a Meghan or something? For several hours he would burst out randomly with, "Your name is Margaret?! REALLY?" and mutter something about how distressing it was when his view of the world didn't jive with reality.
It ranks right up there with C's shock a couple of months ago.
C: "Meg, you're VEGETARIAN?"
B: "Dude, not a spoiler alert."
C: "Seriously? For how long?!"
Me: "Since fourth grade."
C: "Oh my god, what?!"
B: "Still not a spoiler alert."
Um...what else to say? I live in Boston, so the Fourth was awesome as a matter of course, natch.
I wish I'd been able to get in touch with magwana while she was in town, it would have been awesome to see her again. Maybe someday I'll be able to make a trip down to Washington and see her there. (Miss you, dearie!)
Oh my lord, the new ONE OK ROCK album makes me explode with love for them. Morimori makes the best hidden tracks ever. There's still no song that can compete with my adoration of 努努 〜夢夢〜 though.
I'm...several hundred posts behind on my flist, guys, I'm sorry for failing at the Internet. Catch me up on things?