They can call it "Die-Not-So-Hard"
We were discussing this essayist in class who never seems to connect the titles of her essays to their content. People were wondering if maybe there was some hidden content that they just weren't picking up on and someone said "I mean, she wouldn't just pick a random quote with not connection at all would she?" and I said "why not? It's what I do on my blog posts"
Anyway. I really really need to be working on my presentation for my essay class. It's looking like I'll be doing it pretty much all on my own and I've done nothing so far...and I really have no idea what I'm even doing. But I guess I'm writing this first instead. But I can't take longer than 20 minutes to write it. That is the rule!
Two things. Kanga and The Pixie seem to have bonded very deeply over their shared experiences with DBFB Juan and they seem to want to include me in their little cult. I confess, I can't see their "you're so awesome!" posts on facebook without thinking of that line from "The Importance of Being Earnest". You know: "Women only call each other [sister] after they've called each other a lot of other things first." And if you listen to Lil' Brudder, that is certainly the case. But I'm not so interested in joining their club. A.) I don't actually have a reason to hate Juan, just observations that cause me not to trust him and B.) I think all they're doing is still spending all their time thinking about him, which is not good for anyone involved. But, the point of that is that DBFB Juan does come slinking around now and then. He keeps talking about us flying together, which I keep telling him would be awesome. I really doubt its ever going to happen, but maybe I'll be proved pleasantly wrong. This guy makes an art form out of slithering around...just anything! Its amazing just listening to him talk. He can't help but slither even when it isn't remotely necessary. He should be a politician. Heaven help me if he ever realizes that he could manipulate me much more effectively if he just mixed a grain of honesty in with all his shmooze. I think Lil' Brudder gets worried when he sees me talking to him, bless his heart.
Speaking of Lil' Brudder. I go through phases with him. Sometimes I just get irritated with him and wish he'd grow up. And other times I am so thankful that I have such a great friend. Just now happens to be one of the latter phases. We've started watching Doctor Who together. It's been a year since I watched them all so it is super fun to go back again. I'm constantly amazed by all the little allusions they drop, even in season one, to things later on. But the problem with this is the fact that we neither of us ever have times except late at night. The first night we watched we were in his apartment, and I was there till 3. And this is the part where I trust you all not to judge me. But Lil' Brudder is such a comfortable person to be around, so I make myself comfortable, which that particular evening meant cuddling up with my head on his shoulder. Pair this with the fact that the room was dark and it was 3 am, it is not altogether surprising that his roommates jumped to certain conclusions when they came in. I guess they've been heckling him ever since that we're a "thing". And I'll be honest, after I left I decided that I wasn't altogether comfortable with things either. I have since come to the conclusion that, while my physical contact horizons are currently being broadened exponentially, I still feel that head's on shoulders ought to be reserved for significant others and post-sobbing comfort sessions (both of which I have been completely free in my life). However, the next night he came over...last Saturday I believe...I discovered my new favorite thing in the world. This sounds so odd when I actually put it into words. But its true. Anyway, the point is that he sat next to me on the couch, but I was all turned around doing homework, so I ended up just putting my legs across his lap. His hands rested on my legs, and that's how we stayed. And it was just so...comfortable! I mean, not actual physical comfort, though it was that too, but more a physical, non-romantic companionship that made my soul feel very happy. I guess...it's kind of like having a dance connection, but you're not dancing. Urgh. I can't explain it without having it sound not quite right. He stayed till 5 in the morning. We watched a few episodes of DW, but then we just sat and talked. It was happy. But do you want to know what I would like to know? Why the heck can't I have a relationship that is a real relationship?! Why do they all have to be like this--so close people wonder how we can NOT be dating, but dating we definitely are not. I wonder sometimes if it is a good idea, the way I live this life of mine...
Anyway. I really really need to be working on my presentation for my essay class. It's looking like I'll be doing it pretty much all on my own and I've done nothing so far...and I really have no idea what I'm even doing. But I guess I'm writing this first instead. But I can't take longer than 20 minutes to write it. That is the rule!
Two things. Kanga and The Pixie seem to have bonded very deeply over their shared experiences with DBFB Juan and they seem to want to include me in their little cult. I confess, I can't see their "you're so awesome!" posts on facebook without thinking of that line from "The Importance of Being Earnest". You know: "Women only call each other [sister] after they've called each other a lot of other things first." And if you listen to Lil' Brudder, that is certainly the case. But I'm not so interested in joining their club. A.) I don't actually have a reason to hate Juan, just observations that cause me not to trust him and B.) I think all they're doing is still spending all their time thinking about him, which is not good for anyone involved. But, the point of that is that DBFB Juan does come slinking around now and then. He keeps talking about us flying together, which I keep telling him would be awesome. I really doubt its ever going to happen, but maybe I'll be proved pleasantly wrong. This guy makes an art form out of slithering around...just anything! Its amazing just listening to him talk. He can't help but slither even when it isn't remotely necessary. He should be a politician. Heaven help me if he ever realizes that he could manipulate me much more effectively if he just mixed a grain of honesty in with all his shmooze. I think Lil' Brudder gets worried when he sees me talking to him, bless his heart.
Speaking of Lil' Brudder. I go through phases with him. Sometimes I just get irritated with him and wish he'd grow up. And other times I am so thankful that I have such a great friend. Just now happens to be one of the latter phases. We've started watching Doctor Who together. It's been a year since I watched them all so it is super fun to go back again. I'm constantly amazed by all the little allusions they drop, even in season one, to things later on. But the problem with this is the fact that we neither of us ever have times except late at night. The first night we watched we were in his apartment, and I was there till 3. And this is the part where I trust you all not to judge me. But Lil' Brudder is such a comfortable person to be around, so I make myself comfortable, which that particular evening meant cuddling up with my head on his shoulder. Pair this with the fact that the room was dark and it was 3 am, it is not altogether surprising that his roommates jumped to certain conclusions when they came in. I guess they've been heckling him ever since that we're a "thing". And I'll be honest, after I left I decided that I wasn't altogether comfortable with things either. I have since come to the conclusion that, while my physical contact horizons are currently being broadened exponentially, I still feel that head's on shoulders ought to be reserved for significant others and post-sobbing comfort sessions (both of which I have been completely free in my life). However, the next night he came over...last Saturday I believe...I discovered my new favorite thing in the world. This sounds so odd when I actually put it into words. But its true. Anyway, the point is that he sat next to me on the couch, but I was all turned around doing homework, so I ended up just putting my legs across his lap. His hands rested on my legs, and that's how we stayed. And it was just so...comfortable! I mean, not actual physical comfort, though it was that too, but more a physical, non-romantic companionship that made my soul feel very happy. I guess...it's kind of like having a dance connection, but you're not dancing. Urgh. I can't explain it without having it sound not quite right. He stayed till 5 in the morning. We watched a few episodes of DW, but then we just sat and talked. It was happy. But do you want to know what I would like to know? Why the heck can't I have a relationship that is a real relationship?! Why do they all have to be like this--so close people wonder how we can NOT be dating, but dating we definitely are not. I wonder sometimes if it is a good idea, the way I live this life of mine...