Grumpy.
So today was a Sunday, filled with the typical ill-will toward your fellow man. I decided I pretty much hated my roommates today, and the feeling was probably mutual. But that's what we get for the three of us spending the entire day together in this apartment. The two of them watched tv, I sat in here and attempted homework. Keyword being 'attempted.'
But I think it's really just because it's Sunday. It's to be expected. You earn it after what you do Saturday night, after all.
Yesterday afternoon I texted Brett. He had said he wanted to take a new picture for his facebook profile and I volunteered my camera. Upon review I didn't take any pictures of him that he liked (I disagree, there is one that I like a lot) but he did get a couple of me that are alright.
I really like the lighting in the first one. And the second one is just silly. The couple making a cameo in that one probably thought we were incredibly lame, but I think we enjoyed our experience. As much as you can, anyway. I also got a picture of our campanile. And a squirrel.
Those trashcans left over from the festivities the night before foiled our picture taking experience. Damn them.
We then walked back to his apartment, hung up his posters, sat around, and then went back to my apartment with Reed in tow to make supper. Well, finish supper, I had it started when we decided to go take pictures. Then we had to watch Red, a SyFy movie starring Felecia Day. Every time she was on screen one or more of us would break out into "Do you want to date my Avatar?" It was rather pathetic, but so was the movie. It was a SyFy original, after all.
After that we dropped Reed off at their apartment -"Physics homework"- and went over to Casey's to go to Campus town. I considered a dress that she wanted me to wear, decided against it, painted my nails black, and put on eyeliner, going as a College student. I didn't feel like attracting attention. Brett was a "Non-stereotypical Native American." Casey was "Lady Death" - meaning, she put on a black dress, a velvet cape, and some other things that were, added together, 'all the things that kill young people.' I didn't quite get it, but that's kind of how I feel around her anyway. A friend of theirs since their freshman year and his girlfriend, Charlie and Sarah, joined us and drove us over to Campus town. They both were wearing leather jackets. Casey was mad at us all for not putting any effort into the evening.
Campus town was predictably insane. Costumed and street clothed people alike stumbled about in various states of inebriation. Standing waiting at a popular outdoor vendor we saw some amazing costumes. A lego couple waited in line to get into a bar. Cookie monster wandered around narrowly avoiding getting ran over multiple times. Lady Gaga from Poker Face and Katy Perry from her newest video (California Girls, is that what it is called? I only knew because of the cupcakes, to be honest) walked past us. What felt like thousands of Waldos, Mario and Luigi's, and babies, doctors, cowboys, indians, prison inmates, and cops walked by. There were a lot of slutty costumes, some that were actually kind of cool, like the group who were Tetris blocks, and some that were bizarre. A pair of Asian students were in these long silky brightly colored things that I didn't understand until they stopped and started flailing about madly- they were those air up floppy men car dealerships and stores put outside on occasions.
But the best was when Brett, Sarah and I were standing waiting for Casey and Charlie. We were huddled in the usual circular shape, and I was looking around when I became aware of someone standing to my left. Expecting it to be Casey or Charlie I didn't pay much attention until I realise it was a man in a belly dancer costume, glaring at me and looking like he was going to vomit on me. We looked at him and back at each other for a second or two before he realised he didn't know who we were and disappeared, never to be seen again. We laughed about him all night.
Casey's new roommate was at a Frat somewhere and we decided to go see her. I'd never been inside a frat house, and was apprehensively looking forward to the experience. We wandered several blocks, found the house, wandered around it, jumped some snow fence, climbed some narrow stairs, and went into a narrow hallway where we found her. We then wandered down the stairs inside, met some more people (including a guy who was in full on Airbender costume, which even though I've never seen it before really impressed me.) Then Casey and Charlie disappeared into the basement, with Brett shortly behind them. Sarah and I decided to wait them out topside. Fifteen minutes later they reemerged, Casey with a can of Keystone in her hand. Apparently it was packed down there, something that I expected and was glad I had skipped. Brett held her beer as she readjusted her dress- somehow she had spelt it down inside her cleavage. I was relieved when they agreed it was time to go. When we attempted to climb over the fence an angry guy came and yelled at us, putting the fence back up. Only one person out of our party was left on the inside of the fence.
That one person was me.
I considered pleading but instead took the long way around, crowding past some drunk people waiting to get inside. Brett waited for me and as we jogged to catch up to the rest of the group, he made a point of walking behind me, something I rather appreciated. He always stayed close by, often walking close enough that we would bump elbows, something that was not lost but did perplex me. I vowed to keep silence and observe the situation more before broaching the subject. More on that later.
We made it back to the 'clown car'- a minuscule Geo Tracker. We sat far to close for comfort, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't appreciate the contact of my leg against his, even if I felt like a middle school girl, being excited at the prospect. A friend of theirs that they hadn't hung out with since Freshman year was having a party- one that was more along my pace. It was in some apartments off campus (but still on campus, somehow- I don't understand them at all) and was just a group of people watching a movie.
Yeah, the movie was Paranormal Activity, a film I had declared I would never watching willingly. But when no one else said they wanted to go back to our apartments I willingly decided to watch the movie. (If you don't want to read my spoilers, skip forward six or seven paragraphs to the word 'fuck'.)
We didn't come in at quite the beginning, but it must have been close to the beginning. Brett was the only one in the group of about a dozen who had seen it. Someone made a joke about it being a perverted ghost. By the end there were ghost penises everywhere. It was incredibly funny, but probably because we could point things out and scorn them as a group. I would never see something like that in theater if I could help it. Casey is much the same way, apparently, because she was sitting by Charlie, who would grab her by the shoulders and yell "WHAT WAS THAT!" He was slapped multiple times. There was a tense moment toward the end when he yelled out and got several people in the room to jump, and he got slapped even more.
We came to the second to last bedroom scene when the ghost drags her out of bed by her foot and out into the hallway. We had to watch it twice for some reason. Looking back I couldn't tell you why it was so funny, but we all were rolling. Then when she was laying in bed smiling, someone said she looked pleasurable; I thought she looked like a kid going to bed on Christmas eve and knows she has a big gift waiting for her in the morning. Epic Shit was going to go down.
When the timer in the corner slowed to a normal pace and she sat up, the Epic Shit was going down. Her feet were all wrong, the toes turned inward. Then she stood up in the most awkward way possible, walked around the bed, and stood over her boyfriend. I stifled a laugh- it reminded me of my home friends so much. I kind of wanted her to have a plastic ax, but alas, she didn't. Then she stood there for hours. Finally, at 3:14, she moved toward the bedroom door. I called out "I'S PI TIME!" which made people laugh all around the room. Then it was 3:15 and she was downstairs. Then she was screaming, and he was running across the room, and then he was screaming, then silence. Then a heavy thumping noise as someone climbed the stairs. Then silence.
THEN HE WAS FLYING AT THE CAMERA!!!!
We all jumped and yelped. She was covered in blood in the doorway. I felt my pulse start to race. She stooped and sniffed him. We all said "...Why...?" Then she jumped at the camera. We discussed it for a minute or two before rewinding it again to watch from her smiling to the bedroom scene, laughing and evaluating it- "There's a shadow on the door!"
Then we said goodbye, piled into a different person's car with different people, and rode back to our apartments. Brett went to bed, I went to my apartment to think about what we actually are doing, and felt a need to read some feel-better about life fic- basically, something with Jon and Stephen being cheerful and happy. I wasn't feeling cheerful or happy after the movie. Because even though I know full well it was fictional, I still had to see the disclaimer at the end with the word 'fictitious' before I could start to feel at ease.
I had a slight adrenaline rush still, so I reread an older fic, a Jon/"Stephen" crossover with Ten/Rose that I like. They are prisoners living in an alternate future but are saved by the Doctor and Rose. Basically not feel-good at all. I then realised that I am pretty sick and twisted, but I like my sick and twisted, not horror but more thriller. And I don't know why it's acceptable. But eventually I was just so tired that I couldn't hardly keep my eyes open, so when The Doctor threw open the cell door, I quit reading, considered responding to an email telling me someone had posted in a forum, and closed firefox. Then I looked at the clock.
It was 3:14.
Well, fuck...
But then I firmly pushed aside the thoughts, reassuring myself that I wouldn't hear anyone scream in a minute's time. And as I crossed the room to lock my door, I reasoned with myself that if it was the middle of the night and someone screamed my name, I would not run to save them. So you better not get attacked in the middle of the night if you want my assistance. I then stayed awake for a couple minutes, reading about the Physics of Ant Man shrinking himself down.
And all this worry was for naught- I didn't see her face when she jumps at the camera once in my sleep.
In fact, I didn't see anything until my mom accidentally forwarded a picture to my cellphone at 7:30 this morning. I blearily looked a picture of a group of kids in halloween costumes before turning the ringer off and rolling over, reflecting on how much the church had changed since I was a kid that they let them come in costume to sunday school. It was a picture of my niece and nephew with the kids of my brothers' friends from last night at trick-or-treat. Mom had been laying in bed this morning messing around with her phone and realised that she could forward pictures. Somehow it sent without her realising it and she couldn't stop it. I didn't mind too much; later I wasn't even sure it had actually happened.
I woke up at ten or eleven, didn't come out of my room until sometime in the noon hour, and made breakfast as my roommates decided to clean the place. Awesome. They were bitching about some spilt uncooked Coco Wheats on the stove top, and all I could see in my mind's eye was Brett's kitchen, where something was on the counter for several days and he washed a plate with his bare fingers. I don't want to live in a sty, but I don't want to have a strictly regimented place either. Can't I just have something relaxed and comfortable?
So I like how my nails look painted, but for some reason I cannot stand how it feels. I don't know what it is about fingernail polish, but it's weight is not comfortable on my fingertips. Maybe my nails need to breathe, I don't know. All I can say for sure is that I am trying to resist picking it off. And failing to an extent. Ah well.
But I think it's really just because it's Sunday. It's to be expected. You earn it after what you do Saturday night, after all.
Yesterday afternoon I texted Brett. He had said he wanted to take a new picture for his facebook profile and I volunteered my camera. Upon review I didn't take any pictures of him that he liked (I disagree, there is one that I like a lot) but he did get a couple of me that are alright.
I really like the lighting in the first one. And the second one is just silly. The couple making a cameo in that one probably thought we were incredibly lame, but I think we enjoyed our experience. As much as you can, anyway. I also got a picture of our campanile. And a squirrel.
Those trashcans left over from the festivities the night before foiled our picture taking experience. Damn them.
We then walked back to his apartment, hung up his posters, sat around, and then went back to my apartment with Reed in tow to make supper. Well, finish supper, I had it started when we decided to go take pictures. Then we had to watch Red, a SyFy movie starring Felecia Day. Every time she was on screen one or more of us would break out into "Do you want to date my Avatar?" It was rather pathetic, but so was the movie. It was a SyFy original, after all.
After that we dropped Reed off at their apartment -"Physics homework"- and went over to Casey's to go to Campus town. I considered a dress that she wanted me to wear, decided against it, painted my nails black, and put on eyeliner, going as a College student. I didn't feel like attracting attention. Brett was a "Non-stereotypical Native American." Casey was "Lady Death" - meaning, she put on a black dress, a velvet cape, and some other things that were, added together, 'all the things that kill young people.' I didn't quite get it, but that's kind of how I feel around her anyway. A friend of theirs since their freshman year and his girlfriend, Charlie and Sarah, joined us and drove us over to Campus town. They both were wearing leather jackets. Casey was mad at us all for not putting any effort into the evening.
Campus town was predictably insane. Costumed and street clothed people alike stumbled about in various states of inebriation. Standing waiting at a popular outdoor vendor we saw some amazing costumes. A lego couple waited in line to get into a bar. Cookie monster wandered around narrowly avoiding getting ran over multiple times. Lady Gaga from Poker Face and Katy Perry from her newest video (California Girls, is that what it is called? I only knew because of the cupcakes, to be honest) walked past us. What felt like thousands of Waldos, Mario and Luigi's, and babies, doctors, cowboys, indians, prison inmates, and cops walked by. There were a lot of slutty costumes, some that were actually kind of cool, like the group who were Tetris blocks, and some that were bizarre. A pair of Asian students were in these long silky brightly colored things that I didn't understand until they stopped and started flailing about madly- they were those air up floppy men car dealerships and stores put outside on occasions.
But the best was when Brett, Sarah and I were standing waiting for Casey and Charlie. We were huddled in the usual circular shape, and I was looking around when I became aware of someone standing to my left. Expecting it to be Casey or Charlie I didn't pay much attention until I realise it was a man in a belly dancer costume, glaring at me and looking like he was going to vomit on me. We looked at him and back at each other for a second or two before he realised he didn't know who we were and disappeared, never to be seen again. We laughed about him all night.
Casey's new roommate was at a Frat somewhere and we decided to go see her. I'd never been inside a frat house, and was apprehensively looking forward to the experience. We wandered several blocks, found the house, wandered around it, jumped some snow fence, climbed some narrow stairs, and went into a narrow hallway where we found her. We then wandered down the stairs inside, met some more people (including a guy who was in full on Airbender costume, which even though I've never seen it before really impressed me.) Then Casey and Charlie disappeared into the basement, with Brett shortly behind them. Sarah and I decided to wait them out topside. Fifteen minutes later they reemerged, Casey with a can of Keystone in her hand. Apparently it was packed down there, something that I expected and was glad I had skipped. Brett held her beer as she readjusted her dress- somehow she had spelt it down inside her cleavage. I was relieved when they agreed it was time to go. When we attempted to climb over the fence an angry guy came and yelled at us, putting the fence back up. Only one person out of our party was left on the inside of the fence.
That one person was me.
I considered pleading but instead took the long way around, crowding past some drunk people waiting to get inside. Brett waited for me and as we jogged to catch up to the rest of the group, he made a point of walking behind me, something I rather appreciated. He always stayed close by, often walking close enough that we would bump elbows, something that was not lost but did perplex me. I vowed to keep silence and observe the situation more before broaching the subject. More on that later.
We made it back to the 'clown car'- a minuscule Geo Tracker. We sat far to close for comfort, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't appreciate the contact of my leg against his, even if I felt like a middle school girl, being excited at the prospect. A friend of theirs that they hadn't hung out with since Freshman year was having a party- one that was more along my pace. It was in some apartments off campus (but still on campus, somehow- I don't understand them at all) and was just a group of people watching a movie.
Yeah, the movie was Paranormal Activity, a film I had declared I would never watching willingly. But when no one else said they wanted to go back to our apartments I willingly decided to watch the movie. (If you don't want to read my spoilers, skip forward six or seven paragraphs to the word 'fuck'.)
We didn't come in at quite the beginning, but it must have been close to the beginning. Brett was the only one in the group of about a dozen who had seen it. Someone made a joke about it being a perverted ghost. By the end there were ghost penises everywhere. It was incredibly funny, but probably because we could point things out and scorn them as a group. I would never see something like that in theater if I could help it. Casey is much the same way, apparently, because she was sitting by Charlie, who would grab her by the shoulders and yell "WHAT WAS THAT!" He was slapped multiple times. There was a tense moment toward the end when he yelled out and got several people in the room to jump, and he got slapped even more.
We came to the second to last bedroom scene when the ghost drags her out of bed by her foot and out into the hallway. We had to watch it twice for some reason. Looking back I couldn't tell you why it was so funny, but we all were rolling. Then when she was laying in bed smiling, someone said she looked pleasurable; I thought she looked like a kid going to bed on Christmas eve and knows she has a big gift waiting for her in the morning. Epic Shit was going to go down.
When the timer in the corner slowed to a normal pace and she sat up, the Epic Shit was going down. Her feet were all wrong, the toes turned inward. Then she stood up in the most awkward way possible, walked around the bed, and stood over her boyfriend. I stifled a laugh- it reminded me of my home friends so much. I kind of wanted her to have a plastic ax, but alas, she didn't. Then she stood there for hours. Finally, at 3:14, she moved toward the bedroom door. I called out "I'S PI TIME!" which made people laugh all around the room. Then it was 3:15 and she was downstairs. Then she was screaming, and he was running across the room, and then he was screaming, then silence. Then a heavy thumping noise as someone climbed the stairs. Then silence.
THEN HE WAS FLYING AT THE CAMERA!!!!
We all jumped and yelped. She was covered in blood in the doorway. I felt my pulse start to race. She stooped and sniffed him. We all said "...Why...?" Then she jumped at the camera. We discussed it for a minute or two before rewinding it again to watch from her smiling to the bedroom scene, laughing and evaluating it- "There's a shadow on the door!"
Then we said goodbye, piled into a different person's car with different people, and rode back to our apartments. Brett went to bed, I went to my apartment to think about what we actually are doing, and felt a need to read some feel-better about life fic- basically, something with Jon and Stephen being cheerful and happy. I wasn't feeling cheerful or happy after the movie. Because even though I know full well it was fictional, I still had to see the disclaimer at the end with the word 'fictitious' before I could start to feel at ease.
I had a slight adrenaline rush still, so I reread an older fic, a Jon/"Stephen" crossover with Ten/Rose that I like. They are prisoners living in an alternate future but are saved by the Doctor and Rose. Basically not feel-good at all. I then realised that I am pretty sick and twisted, but I like my sick and twisted, not horror but more thriller. And I don't know why it's acceptable. But eventually I was just so tired that I couldn't hardly keep my eyes open, so when The Doctor threw open the cell door, I quit reading, considered responding to an email telling me someone had posted in a forum, and closed firefox. Then I looked at the clock.
It was 3:14.
Well, fuck...
But then I firmly pushed aside the thoughts, reassuring myself that I wouldn't hear anyone scream in a minute's time. And as I crossed the room to lock my door, I reasoned with myself that if it was the middle of the night and someone screamed my name, I would not run to save them. So you better not get attacked in the middle of the night if you want my assistance. I then stayed awake for a couple minutes, reading about the Physics of Ant Man shrinking himself down.
And all this worry was for naught- I didn't see her face when she jumps at the camera once in my sleep.
In fact, I didn't see anything until my mom accidentally forwarded a picture to my cellphone at 7:30 this morning. I blearily looked a picture of a group of kids in halloween costumes before turning the ringer off and rolling over, reflecting on how much the church had changed since I was a kid that they let them come in costume to sunday school. It was a picture of my niece and nephew with the kids of my brothers' friends from last night at trick-or-treat. Mom had been laying in bed this morning messing around with her phone and realised that she could forward pictures. Somehow it sent without her realising it and she couldn't stop it. I didn't mind too much; later I wasn't even sure it had actually happened.
I woke up at ten or eleven, didn't come out of my room until sometime in the noon hour, and made breakfast as my roommates decided to clean the place. Awesome. They were bitching about some spilt uncooked Coco Wheats on the stove top, and all I could see in my mind's eye was Brett's kitchen, where something was on the counter for several days and he washed a plate with his bare fingers. I don't want to live in a sty, but I don't want to have a strictly regimented place either. Can't I just have something relaxed and comfortable?
So I like how my nails look painted, but for some reason I cannot stand how it feels. I don't know what it is about fingernail polish, but it's weight is not comfortable on my fingertips. Maybe my nails need to breathe, I don't know. All I can say for sure is that I am trying to resist picking it off. And failing to an extent. Ah well.