In Just Seven Days...
I can make you a mmmaaannnn!
Thank you, RHPS, for that arousing introduction.
Yes, friends, it's been seven days since I updated. And what a mother loving week it's been. Gay men, pyramids and Newsies--oh my! So let's start with the most logical point--the last thing I remember.
um...
This could take a while.
WHERE AM I?
Okay, so it's Wendesday and I'm feeling a bit down...I'm exhausted, but excited abotu karate. I'm in the process of joining the karate...club? team? league? The title is so silly...the karate club. From now on I refer to this group as the Ballroom Kickers (as we practice in the ballroom...I know, I'm clever).
*momentarily distracted by my lips*
Anyway, the guy helping me, Nick, told me that I was a fast learner and was doing very well-he encouraged me to come back, saying I'd have no problem. *SQUEAK!* AH! I was so pleased with myself (didn't hurt matters that Nick may or may not have been lookin' at me). I'm going back tonite, for which I am truly pysched.
I know you're going...Leyla? Physical Exertion? VOLUNTARY?! Has the world gone mad!?
I like moving. :)
So then I drude back to my room, upset over something, I forget exactly what...And Francesca bursts in saying her gay friend Kyle is going to a gay bar called Woodys and we HAVE to go meet him. For a brief second in time, she played the "How am I gonna get there?" game when we all know as soon as she said gay bar I was already picking up my keys.
Despite the queerness of the situation, I almost didn't want to go. My mood was less then gay.
There was much booty shakin, and watching guys kiss gave me an imaginary stiffie the size of a full grown fag. Francesca was in a man sandwich (ENNNVIOUS!) and I got my ass drummed on by a gay guy who incidentally goes to LaSalle. Oh and guess who else we ran into...
THE ENTIRE LASALLE BASKETBALL TEAM.
They grabbed me and called me Sweeney.
Crazy jocks.
Francesca and I slept for 2 hours, then went to New York with the roommates.
Maybe it was the exhaustion, or my pants losing a button, or the piss smell on the bus, but I sank into a funk that I could not break for the rest of the day. My one happy moment was the Halloween store that no one wanted to go into but me. I spent the day walking behind my roommates who think I walk too slow and pretending like I didn't care that I couldn't keep up with them.
Hey shame, what's up? Oh, I see you brought your buddy, humiliation!
The mad dash to get back to the bus, however, was the worst. They were completely gone. My legs were made of acid and my pants were falling down but the most effort was poured into not crying. I hadn't felt so ridiculous since grade school.
Apparently, I snored really loud on the bus.
*sigh*
And then I went to work.
Yah, good times.
Hmm. Friday? Friday I went to see Simone. Her apartment is stupidly awesome. I kind of hate how much prettier her room is then mine. Just wait...townhouse time approaches...alcohol and interior design, baby.
I took Megan with me, and she told embarassing stories about my freshmen year, which Simone was more then happy to listen to.
I can't believe Simone's coming here this weekend. I can't believe we're gonna drink together. This is so surreal.
Then I got trapped in the parking garage. 16 dollars to leave, 12 dollars in my pocket. And Simone bitched about contributing four bux to my cause. See if she gets anymore cheesesteaks.
Then there was drinking. Lots of it. With the Bernard Boys. Oh, man was that awesome. Can I just say one more time how much I ADORE Bernard Guy? Drinking with him is the best thing I will ever do in my life. My accent is unstoppable. Yah, baby, don't fuck with the accent. You'll get burned.
Or get beer spilled on you, which is probably worse.
Oh, I forgot we went to South Street (Jen, Francesca, and two of Franny's friends). We got dinner. South Street Diner, you're almost Holly Brook.
But not quite.
Saturday I got a haircut, a piercing, and no contacts. *sad* Ninety dollars just for the eye exam? How difficult can it actually be to put glass in someone's eye? Pfft, come on now.
And then there was shoes, and lots of them. To be fair, at least an hour was me bullshitting on the phone while half heartedly...no, no heartedly, ringing up customers. Do you know how HARD it is to keep a straight face when ringing up 27 dollar boots while Derek Moench is singing Fly Me To The Moon in your ear?
It's downright impossible. "No, no, I'm sorry ma'am...I'm not laughing at you...there's a man...singing...and...um...here's your reciept have a nice day."
Saturday night, I slept. I slept real good.
Sunday morning I went to the Barnes museum with DAAAAVVVEEEE. *SIGH* HE did something new and strange to his beard, and he makes me think of a conquistador, and all I know is I really want him to ravage my continent. He can storm my temple. He can conquer my civilization. He can give me new European diseases for which I have no immunity.
Too far? Yes.
The Barnes is awesome. The kid we drove with? Not so much. I hopped in the car with Greg (thor!), Brianna, Francesca and this kid Micheal who was certain that driving this many people in a five passenger car was very dangerous and stupid. THERE WERE FIVE OF US. Every turn Brianna made sent this kid into hyperventilations. Every stop caused him to grip the seat like it was a roller coaster.
We were doing 30.
And he kept talking about his Father.
There's issues there I don't wanna know about.
So then I made my way up to lovely Doylestown (uh, I think)...it really is gorgeous up there, jesus christ. I cannot imagine living in a place where there's more trees then street lights. Jersey's not so bad, really in terms of nature, but it's not THAT good either.
I had a touching reunion with Macy (I think that's her name) Derek's dog. I wanted to steal her.
We went to the Q-Mart, after looking at pyramids erected by the Order of the Rosy Cross.
Secret societies...always a good time.
The QMart is JUST LIKE COLOMBUS! I got out of the car and was like, Jersey? *blink blink*
I was so happy. It felt just like home.
Then we went for a spontaneous stroll to a rock overlooking this dam, and it was a mighty fine dam. It was so fuckin pretty I could barely stand it.
The wind over the water, the dying leaves drifting on a breeze, the guy on the other side of the lake with a cheetos bag...it was lovely. I didnt even care that in white pants I sat on a muddy rock.
Oh yah, I'm a rebel.
I bought at the q mart a cd (the coral), 2 movies (trojan war and newsies), and 2 buttons (You're a good argument for birth control, and DOWN WITH UNDERWEAR).
We went to Derek's friend's Kevin for a fire.
Yah, a fire.
Kevin's house has A LOT of baskets. They should ahve used some for kindling.
Greg joined us (he's so cute), and we roasted hot dogs over the fire.
They were tasty, actually. I inevitably burnt one end, but it was awesome. I was so pleased with myself-I'm a weiner roastin machine! Then came smores...more smores then I could have imagined were possible. In the immortal words of Frankenstien's monster: Fire good.
We went back to Derek's and watched an episode or two of his show--AHH!
DEREK HAS ELFQUEST!!!
Anyone who knows me from yesteryear knows of my elfquesty love...oh, pointy-eared obsession. There it was, on the side of his bed, just CHILLIN-Elfquest #3. *Leyla rolls around in drooling overjoyedness* ELFQUEST! AHHHHHH! Redlance! Skywise! Oh, Fahr...
Daniel can vouch on this--this is a big deal. Apparently Doug, Derek's Daddy, encouraged Wendy Pini (who does elfquest) to go into comics. Amazing. Simply Amazing.
Then Derek and I played the worst, most mind numbingly difficult game of Scrabble EVER. Augh. I'm still in pain from that game. I was so gonna win...gah!
It's all good...just wait for scattergories.
Yesterday the highlight of my days was Dave complimenting my hand drawing in class..."You have a graceful, beautiful kind of line here..." AH! Davvvveee. *swoon!*
I have two hours to write a paper. I want to call out stupid.
Things have been busy and crazy and insane, and I can only hope it doesn't stop here.
STUPID PAPERS!
Thank you, RHPS, for that arousing introduction.
Yes, friends, it's been seven days since I updated. And what a mother loving week it's been. Gay men, pyramids and Newsies--oh my! So let's start with the most logical point--the last thing I remember.
um...
This could take a while.
WHERE AM I?
Okay, so it's Wendesday and I'm feeling a bit down...I'm exhausted, but excited abotu karate. I'm in the process of joining the karate...club? team? league? The title is so silly...the karate club. From now on I refer to this group as the Ballroom Kickers (as we practice in the ballroom...I know, I'm clever).
*momentarily distracted by my lips*
Anyway, the guy helping me, Nick, told me that I was a fast learner and was doing very well-he encouraged me to come back, saying I'd have no problem. *SQUEAK!* AH! I was so pleased with myself (didn't hurt matters that Nick may or may not have been lookin' at me). I'm going back tonite, for which I am truly pysched.
I know you're going...Leyla? Physical Exertion? VOLUNTARY?! Has the world gone mad!?
I like moving. :)
So then I drude back to my room, upset over something, I forget exactly what...And Francesca bursts in saying her gay friend Kyle is going to a gay bar called Woodys and we HAVE to go meet him. For a brief second in time, she played the "How am I gonna get there?" game when we all know as soon as she said gay bar I was already picking up my keys.
Despite the queerness of the situation, I almost didn't want to go. My mood was less then gay.
There was much booty shakin, and watching guys kiss gave me an imaginary stiffie the size of a full grown fag. Francesca was in a man sandwich (ENNNVIOUS!) and I got my ass drummed on by a gay guy who incidentally goes to LaSalle. Oh and guess who else we ran into...
THE ENTIRE LASALLE BASKETBALL TEAM.
They grabbed me and called me Sweeney.
Crazy jocks.
Francesca and I slept for 2 hours, then went to New York with the roommates.
Maybe it was the exhaustion, or my pants losing a button, or the piss smell on the bus, but I sank into a funk that I could not break for the rest of the day. My one happy moment was the Halloween store that no one wanted to go into but me. I spent the day walking behind my roommates who think I walk too slow and pretending like I didn't care that I couldn't keep up with them.
Hey shame, what's up? Oh, I see you brought your buddy, humiliation!
The mad dash to get back to the bus, however, was the worst. They were completely gone. My legs were made of acid and my pants were falling down but the most effort was poured into not crying. I hadn't felt so ridiculous since grade school.
Apparently, I snored really loud on the bus.
*sigh*
And then I went to work.
Yah, good times.
Hmm. Friday? Friday I went to see Simone. Her apartment is stupidly awesome. I kind of hate how much prettier her room is then mine. Just wait...townhouse time approaches...alcohol and interior design, baby.
I took Megan with me, and she told embarassing stories about my freshmen year, which Simone was more then happy to listen to.
I can't believe Simone's coming here this weekend. I can't believe we're gonna drink together. This is so surreal.
Then I got trapped in the parking garage. 16 dollars to leave, 12 dollars in my pocket. And Simone bitched about contributing four bux to my cause. See if she gets anymore cheesesteaks.
Then there was drinking. Lots of it. With the Bernard Boys. Oh, man was that awesome. Can I just say one more time how much I ADORE Bernard Guy? Drinking with him is the best thing I will ever do in my life. My accent is unstoppable. Yah, baby, don't fuck with the accent. You'll get burned.
Or get beer spilled on you, which is probably worse.
Oh, I forgot we went to South Street (Jen, Francesca, and two of Franny's friends). We got dinner. South Street Diner, you're almost Holly Brook.
But not quite.
Saturday I got a haircut, a piercing, and no contacts. *sad* Ninety dollars just for the eye exam? How difficult can it actually be to put glass in someone's eye? Pfft, come on now.
And then there was shoes, and lots of them. To be fair, at least an hour was me bullshitting on the phone while half heartedly...no, no heartedly, ringing up customers. Do you know how HARD it is to keep a straight face when ringing up 27 dollar boots while Derek Moench is singing Fly Me To The Moon in your ear?
It's downright impossible. "No, no, I'm sorry ma'am...I'm not laughing at you...there's a man...singing...and...um...here's your reciept have a nice day."
Saturday night, I slept. I slept real good.
Sunday morning I went to the Barnes museum with DAAAAVVVEEEE. *SIGH* HE did something new and strange to his beard, and he makes me think of a conquistador, and all I know is I really want him to ravage my continent. He can storm my temple. He can conquer my civilization. He can give me new European diseases for which I have no immunity.
Too far? Yes.
The Barnes is awesome. The kid we drove with? Not so much. I hopped in the car with Greg (thor!), Brianna, Francesca and this kid Micheal who was certain that driving this many people in a five passenger car was very dangerous and stupid. THERE WERE FIVE OF US. Every turn Brianna made sent this kid into hyperventilations. Every stop caused him to grip the seat like it was a roller coaster.
We were doing 30.
And he kept talking about his Father.
There's issues there I don't wanna know about.
So then I made my way up to lovely Doylestown (uh, I think)...it really is gorgeous up there, jesus christ. I cannot imagine living in a place where there's more trees then street lights. Jersey's not so bad, really in terms of nature, but it's not THAT good either.
I had a touching reunion with Macy (I think that's her name) Derek's dog. I wanted to steal her.
We went to the Q-Mart, after looking at pyramids erected by the Order of the Rosy Cross.
Secret societies...always a good time.
The QMart is JUST LIKE COLOMBUS! I got out of the car and was like, Jersey? *blink blink*
I was so happy. It felt just like home.
Then we went for a spontaneous stroll to a rock overlooking this dam, and it was a mighty fine dam. It was so fuckin pretty I could barely stand it.
The wind over the water, the dying leaves drifting on a breeze, the guy on the other side of the lake with a cheetos bag...it was lovely. I didnt even care that in white pants I sat on a muddy rock.
Oh yah, I'm a rebel.
I bought at the q mart a cd (the coral), 2 movies (trojan war and newsies), and 2 buttons (You're a good argument for birth control, and DOWN WITH UNDERWEAR).
We went to Derek's friend's Kevin for a fire.
Yah, a fire.
Kevin's house has A LOT of baskets. They should ahve used some for kindling.
Greg joined us (he's so cute), and we roasted hot dogs over the fire.
They were tasty, actually. I inevitably burnt one end, but it was awesome. I was so pleased with myself-I'm a weiner roastin machine! Then came smores...more smores then I could have imagined were possible. In the immortal words of Frankenstien's monster: Fire good.
We went back to Derek's and watched an episode or two of his show--AHH!
DEREK HAS ELFQUEST!!!
Anyone who knows me from yesteryear knows of my elfquesty love...oh, pointy-eared obsession. There it was, on the side of his bed, just CHILLIN-Elfquest #3. *Leyla rolls around in drooling overjoyedness* ELFQUEST! AHHHHHH! Redlance! Skywise! Oh, Fahr...
Daniel can vouch on this--this is a big deal. Apparently Doug, Derek's Daddy, encouraged Wendy Pini (who does elfquest) to go into comics. Amazing. Simply Amazing.
Then Derek and I played the worst, most mind numbingly difficult game of Scrabble EVER. Augh. I'm still in pain from that game. I was so gonna win...gah!
It's all good...just wait for scattergories.
Yesterday the highlight of my days was Dave complimenting my hand drawing in class..."You have a graceful, beautiful kind of line here..." AH! Davvvveee. *swoon!*
I have two hours to write a paper. I want to call out stupid.
Things have been busy and crazy and insane, and I can only hope it doesn't stop here.
STUPID PAPERS!