Horrorshow.
Hello, flist. I'm here because it is Saturday and I have nothing else to do but go to my friends' and steal wifi and watch television. It is the shiz.
I've not been doing a whole lot... my usual, really. I am the only person who can drag out the novel A Clockwork Orange over three or four settings. Well, I am sure other people can, but that's not the point, really. I'm not sure what the point is, but undoubtedly someone does. Anyway. Seeing as I had no idea what the book was about, I was... surprised. I've listened to Them Crooked Vultures about a thousand times, including four times today, at least. It's fookin' addictive. So undoubtedly if I were to ever reread the book or see the movie I'll be humming "Caligulove" at the same time.
Anyway. Change of subject, because I can.
So yeah. I'm not sure if you figured this out, gentle reader, but I'm incredibly ephemeral and afflicted with a short attention span. It's kind of awesome but difficult to live with. I wish you to not think badly of me for it, I just can't help it: I'm just that way.
That and, I really want a boyfriend.
Backstory:
My mother had a washer and dryer to give to her friends Nancy and Barb, a pair of sisters. They have been living together for a while but Barb is now moving out to be closer to work and needed her own set. My father came home with them in the back of his truck, we watched a movie, and then he tells me that we are going down to their place to deliver them, that night. We rushed through our showers, me debating if I wanted to put make up on or not. I decided that 'eh, you never know who you'll see,' and did my usual little bit of eyeliner and powder. Mom came in, I put on my shoes, and we left.
They live next to one of my friend's from Middle School, who is out of town right now, or I would totally have crashed her place. I briefly considered how fun it would be to break in but as I'm not really into the random criminal acts and didn't think her parents would approve, I decided to just stick with the parents. We parked, walked up the sidewalk, and were met at the front door.
He was short, not much taller than I, with long brown hair that falls nicely around his round, open face. He needed a shave, was wearing a black tshirt with a black button up shirt and jeans, and a pair of knock-off Etnie Airwalks. My knock-off Converse Airwalks fell in love.
Now I had heard of Nancy's son 'PJ' or rather, Paul, before. He was supposed to come up to my house last weekend with her but he was sick. I knew that he had lived with his father elsewhere and had just moved in with her a couple weeks back. What everybody did fail to mention was that he has blue eyes and is into comic books.
The evening was spent unloading the machines into the basement (my father flooded the laundry room down there. Or at least, he was the one that got the blame for it.) After, we had maidrites and potato salad, cottage cheese and cheese puffs followed by ice cream. Nancy gave me more ice cream than I could have eaten if I wanted. Afterward Nancy, Barb and my mother were talking.
Backstory to my backstory:
There was a third sister, Linda, who was my mother's best friend all the way through school and who passed away six years ago this week. They all are within four years of each other in age, and went to high school roughly the same time, Barb being the oldest and Nancy the youngest. For some reason they were reliving past memories, and the high school yearbooks were dug out. They reminisced while my father, Paul and I sat around feeling bored. Eventually he and I, sitting at right corners from each other, flipped through and made fun of the hairstyles, had several 'oh my god he looks just like this friend of mine!' and 'that guy was so the popular kid.' We were all having moderate fun when my father declared it was time to go home.
The night started out kind of weird, though, as all nights should. I said to mom, "I knew she had a son, but nobody told me he was gorgeous!" On further reflection this morning I decided he isn't gorgeous as much as just really rather cute. Same difference. He actually, it was quite bizarre, but he looks like Mitch Hedberg. Which is awesome. If he doesn't know who Mitch is and I get the opportunity I will force him to love the late comic
.
LOVE HIM. NOW.
We talked a little. I was wearing a Superman shirt (My Gay Superman Pride shirt is what my friends call it as it is rainbow colored) and he said that the last movie was terrible and that the Watchmen is the best comic book - based movie. He turned on Nascar coverage and asked if that was alright, and I responded with "eh." But by the end of the evening we were almost carrying on a regular conversation, talking about this one girl's afro (the most epic afro I have ever seen, by the way.) He asked, "I'm sorry, did you just use a Pokemon reference?"
I frowned, thinking. "I... don't... know?"
We flipped the page. "I just thought I heard you say 'It's super effective!'"
I gaped at him. "You mean I'm saying that without being aware of it?!" That made my day, guys. To have proof that I am dropping geeky references like that without even realising it is enough to make me die happy. But being with someone who picked up on my Pokemon reference was even better.
When it was time to leave, I gave Barb and Nancy both a hug, waved at Paul and we said 'it was nice to meet you.'
Tonight Mom went back down to his Mother's house as there was a party of some sort (not a real party, mind you, but one of those oh! buy this product thing!' parties). I felt ill all morning and didn't sleep well last night, so after waking up at 6 to sit out in the heat for four hours with the farmer's market I just wasn't in the mood to care. Paul's mother (who is in with my mother at getting us together) texted mom telling her that he wasn't there tonight but at someone else's house. I decided to not go then and instead went to Ontinia's. But I'll definitely probably see him in two weeks, and if he was interested, he could find my number easily enough. But me, I'm not going to try just to find that he isn't interested. I've had enough of that this summer.
Besides, he wants to be a cop because David Caruso is cool as Horatio Caine.
Then again, it has to be healthier than what I do have right now, which is nothing. And random weepy 'why doesn't he like me?!' moments. But then those have come far less often once my period was over.
But then once again, I think that our mother's had this planned from the beginning.
But then again... this is incredibly long and I think I'll give it up now. Until next time...
I've not been doing a whole lot... my usual, really. I am the only person who can drag out the novel A Clockwork Orange over three or four settings. Well, I am sure other people can, but that's not the point, really. I'm not sure what the point is, but undoubtedly someone does. Anyway. Seeing as I had no idea what the book was about, I was... surprised. I've listened to Them Crooked Vultures about a thousand times, including four times today, at least. It's fookin' addictive. So undoubtedly if I were to ever reread the book or see the movie I'll be humming "Caligulove" at the same time.
Anyway. Change of subject, because I can.
So yeah. I'm not sure if you figured this out, gentle reader, but I'm incredibly ephemeral and afflicted with a short attention span. It's kind of awesome but difficult to live with. I wish you to not think badly of me for it, I just can't help it: I'm just that way.
That and, I really want a boyfriend.
Backstory:
My mother had a washer and dryer to give to her friends Nancy and Barb, a pair of sisters. They have been living together for a while but Barb is now moving out to be closer to work and needed her own set. My father came home with them in the back of his truck, we watched a movie, and then he tells me that we are going down to their place to deliver them, that night. We rushed through our showers, me debating if I wanted to put make up on or not. I decided that 'eh, you never know who you'll see,' and did my usual little bit of eyeliner and powder. Mom came in, I put on my shoes, and we left.
They live next to one of my friend's from Middle School, who is out of town right now, or I would totally have crashed her place. I briefly considered how fun it would be to break in but as I'm not really into the random criminal acts and didn't think her parents would approve, I decided to just stick with the parents. We parked, walked up the sidewalk, and were met at the front door.
He was short, not much taller than I, with long brown hair that falls nicely around his round, open face. He needed a shave, was wearing a black tshirt with a black button up shirt and jeans, and a pair of knock-off Etnie Airwalks. My knock-off Converse Airwalks fell in love.
Now I had heard of Nancy's son 'PJ' or rather, Paul, before. He was supposed to come up to my house last weekend with her but he was sick. I knew that he had lived with his father elsewhere and had just moved in with her a couple weeks back. What everybody did fail to mention was that he has blue eyes and is into comic books.
The evening was spent unloading the machines into the basement (my father flooded the laundry room down there. Or at least, he was the one that got the blame for it.) After, we had maidrites and potato salad, cottage cheese and cheese puffs followed by ice cream. Nancy gave me more ice cream than I could have eaten if I wanted. Afterward Nancy, Barb and my mother were talking.
Backstory to my backstory:
There was a third sister, Linda, who was my mother's best friend all the way through school and who passed away six years ago this week. They all are within four years of each other in age, and went to high school roughly the same time, Barb being the oldest and Nancy the youngest. For some reason they were reliving past memories, and the high school yearbooks were dug out. They reminisced while my father, Paul and I sat around feeling bored. Eventually he and I, sitting at right corners from each other, flipped through and made fun of the hairstyles, had several 'oh my god he looks just like this friend of mine!' and 'that guy was so the popular kid.' We were all having moderate fun when my father declared it was time to go home.
The night started out kind of weird, though, as all nights should. I said to mom, "I knew she had a son, but nobody told me he was gorgeous!" On further reflection this morning I decided he isn't gorgeous as much as just really rather cute. Same difference. He actually, it was quite bizarre, but he looks like Mitch Hedberg. Which is awesome. If he doesn't know who Mitch is and I get the opportunity I will force him to love the late comic
.
LOVE HIM. NOW.
We talked a little. I was wearing a Superman shirt (My Gay Superman Pride shirt is what my friends call it as it is rainbow colored) and he said that the last movie was terrible and that the Watchmen is the best comic book - based movie. He turned on Nascar coverage and asked if that was alright, and I responded with "eh." But by the end of the evening we were almost carrying on a regular conversation, talking about this one girl's afro (the most epic afro I have ever seen, by the way.) He asked, "I'm sorry, did you just use a Pokemon reference?"
I frowned, thinking. "I... don't... know?"
We flipped the page. "I just thought I heard you say 'It's super effective!'"
I gaped at him. "You mean I'm saying that without being aware of it?!" That made my day, guys. To have proof that I am dropping geeky references like that without even realising it is enough to make me die happy. But being with someone who picked up on my Pokemon reference was even better.
When it was time to leave, I gave Barb and Nancy both a hug, waved at Paul and we said 'it was nice to meet you.'
Tonight Mom went back down to his Mother's house as there was a party of some sort (not a real party, mind you, but one of those oh! buy this product thing!' parties). I felt ill all morning and didn't sleep well last night, so after waking up at 6 to sit out in the heat for four hours with the farmer's market I just wasn't in the mood to care. Paul's mother (who is in with my mother at getting us together) texted mom telling her that he wasn't there tonight but at someone else's house. I decided to not go then and instead went to Ontinia's. But I'll definitely probably see him in two weeks, and if he was interested, he could find my number easily enough. But me, I'm not going to try just to find that he isn't interested. I've had enough of that this summer.
Besides, he wants to be a cop because David Caruso is cool as Horatio Caine.
Then again, it has to be healthier than what I do have right now, which is nothing. And random weepy 'why doesn't he like me?!' moments. But then those have come far less often once my period was over.
But then once again, I think that our mother's had this planned from the beginning.
But then again... this is incredibly long and I think I'll give it up now. Until next time...