What You Waiting For?
[mood|
pissed off]
My journal is officially caught up. And do you know what that means? That's right. It is time for the Angriest Angry Rant of them all. It's been building up to this for months, and now, I bring you...
Megan.
Yes, Megan. My girlfriend.
So I'm sitting at my job a couple of months ago, and Liz points at something and says nothing but "Ethan."
And what do I see? It looked something like a beached whale in a Mana dress.
With acne.
Not only that, but a very small, squirrel-like face was staring at me from her messenger bag, proudly proclaiming "MYV ROCKS!". I had to go talk to her. And so I did. I walked right up to her, pointed at her pin and said "You like Miyavi?"
She turned to me, and her bovine-like face lit up. You could see the thoughts forming in her head. "omfg... boi.. shounen.. kawaii.. yaoiomglolzzzzzzz!!!!!" After gaping at me open-mouthed for about five minutes, she went "Whaaaaat?", and looked down at Meever. "Oh, is that how you pronounce it? Huh. I just found it in a bin, and it looked J-rocky, and I like J-rock. Japanese rock. Have you ever heard of it?"
I put down my copy of Angel Sanctuary in Japanese, and mentally sighed.
I asked her name. She said it was Megan, but I could call her 'Miyuki-chan'. "Like, Miyuki-chan In Wonderland!" she exclaimed, giggling and doing some little apparent Japanese-girl pose I'd never seen in my life.
She then pulled out her little dress and went "Do you like my dress? I'm a Gothic Loli!"
Now.
I have heard of Gothic Lolita, Elegant Gothic Lolita, EGL, FRUiTS, Elegant Gothic Aristocrat, GothLoli, in fact I now work for an expo program that sells Japanese fashion based on J-rock, and I have never, never, ever heard it called "Gothic Loli". Ever.
She then began coming into work every day and lurking near me, asking me stupid questions, and inquiring about whether or not I had a girlfriend. I said no and left it at that.
The next few weeks were filled with questions like "Do you like Gwen Stefani? She is so hot." "Can you hang out this weekend? I have some things I want to show you... some of them see-through." and "So what's your favorite position?" While I'm at work.
All while decked out in a circus-tent sized K-mart dress with bows sewn on.
So today, after I had mercifully quit my job and was enjoying time away from people and Miss Hart, I was having a nice cup of tea in the little cafe in the book-music-superstore that I did not work for. Ie, I was alone where nobody knew me at a cafe near the manga section of a place that was not Borders. Okay, I was at Barnes & Noble.
So my teacup started to shake a bit, and the bookshelves fell over. Lo and behold, Little Miss Gothic Loli was running (ie, lumbering) over to me, sending issues of Naruto flying.
She sat with me and struck up a conversation about how she'd missed me and attempted to get me to speak with her in Japanese. I didn't because I'd frozen in place and was staring and attempting to plot my escape.
She was wearing a circus tent of a dress with some "punk" (big finger quotes) stripes and little bows like butterflies, which made me cringe. She noticed me staring in horror at her dress and mistook it for lust.
"Do you like my dress? It's Gothic Loli."
"No, it isn't."
"You said you liked Gothic Loli's!"
"I never said that."
"You did."
"I like it on guys." I let slip out. I wasn't allowed to really outright tell her I was gay at work, but since I wasn't at work and since she was obviously too lost in her Gwen-Stefani-Gothic-Loliness to, I don't know, look at me and figure it out, she had to know.
She paused.
"Gothic Loli's can't be guys!"
I stared.
"Yes. They can. The whole fucking thing was practically invented by a guy." Okay, so I didn't swear or elaborate as I usually do, but you get the idea.
"Nuh-uh! Wasn't it invented by... Gackt?"
Now.
Gackt never was, is, or will be a Gothic Lolita, and... he's a man. I don't think she was aware of this.
I stared.
"Yeah. Gackt. From that old band... you know. With the girl and the clown-looking guy."
I stared. And then I excused myself.
I excused myself like I will now, since my hand is cramping and my rage levels are at an ungodly high measure.
Mad love, baibi.
pissed off]
My journal is officially caught up. And do you know what that means? That's right. It is time for the Angriest Angry Rant of them all. It's been building up to this for months, and now, I bring you...
Megan.
Yes, Megan. My girlfriend.
So I'm sitting at my job a couple of months ago, and Liz points at something and says nothing but "Ethan."
And what do I see? It looked something like a beached whale in a Mana dress.
With acne.
Not only that, but a very small, squirrel-like face was staring at me from her messenger bag, proudly proclaiming "MYV ROCKS!". I had to go talk to her. And so I did. I walked right up to her, pointed at her pin and said "You like Miyavi?"
She turned to me, and her bovine-like face lit up. You could see the thoughts forming in her head. "omfg... boi.. shounen.. kawaii.. yaoiomglolzzzzzzz!!!!!" After gaping at me open-mouthed for about five minutes, she went "Whaaaaat?", and looked down at Meever. "Oh, is that how you pronounce it? Huh. I just found it in a bin, and it looked J-rocky, and I like J-rock. Japanese rock. Have you ever heard of it?"
I put down my copy of Angel Sanctuary in Japanese, and mentally sighed.
I asked her name. She said it was Megan, but I could call her 'Miyuki-chan'. "Like, Miyuki-chan In Wonderland!" she exclaimed, giggling and doing some little apparent Japanese-girl pose I'd never seen in my life.
She then pulled out her little dress and went "Do you like my dress? I'm a Gothic Loli!"
Now.
I have heard of Gothic Lolita, Elegant Gothic Lolita, EGL, FRUiTS, Elegant Gothic Aristocrat, GothLoli, in fact I now work for an expo program that sells Japanese fashion based on J-rock, and I have never, never, ever heard it called "Gothic Loli". Ever.
She then began coming into work every day and lurking near me, asking me stupid questions, and inquiring about whether or not I had a girlfriend. I said no and left it at that.
The next few weeks were filled with questions like "Do you like Gwen Stefani? She is so hot." "Can you hang out this weekend? I have some things I want to show you... some of them see-through." and "So what's your favorite position?" While I'm at work.
All while decked out in a circus-tent sized K-mart dress with bows sewn on.
So today, after I had mercifully quit my job and was enjoying time away from people and Miss Hart, I was having a nice cup of tea in the little cafe in the book-music-superstore that I did not work for. Ie, I was alone where nobody knew me at a cafe near the manga section of a place that was not Borders. Okay, I was at Barnes & Noble.
So my teacup started to shake a bit, and the bookshelves fell over. Lo and behold, Little Miss Gothic Loli was running (ie, lumbering) over to me, sending issues of Naruto flying.
She sat with me and struck up a conversation about how she'd missed me and attempted to get me to speak with her in Japanese. I didn't because I'd frozen in place and was staring and attempting to plot my escape.
She was wearing a circus tent of a dress with some "punk" (big finger quotes) stripes and little bows like butterflies, which made me cringe. She noticed me staring in horror at her dress and mistook it for lust.
"Do you like my dress? It's Gothic Loli."
"No, it isn't."
"You said you liked Gothic Loli's!"
"I never said that."
"You did."
"I like it on guys." I let slip out. I wasn't allowed to really outright tell her I was gay at work, but since I wasn't at work and since she was obviously too lost in her Gwen-Stefani-Gothic-Loliness to, I don't know, look at me and figure it out, she had to know.
She paused.
"Gothic Loli's can't be guys!"
I stared.
"Yes. They can. The whole fucking thing was practically invented by a guy." Okay, so I didn't swear or elaborate as I usually do, but you get the idea.
"Nuh-uh! Wasn't it invented by... Gackt?"
Now.
Gackt never was, is, or will be a Gothic Lolita, and... he's a man. I don't think she was aware of this.
I stared.
"Yeah. Gackt. From that old band... you know. With the girl and the clown-looking guy."
I stared. And then I excused myself.
I excused myself like I will now, since my hand is cramping and my rage levels are at an ungodly high measure.
Mad love, baibi.