Xander ,'Selfless'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I was reading my alumni magazine and I got to the section where people send in their life news (jobs, births, promotions, etc.) and came across the the BEST ONE EVER. A girl that graduated with me is now a human canonball/stuntwoman for Ringling Brothers and Barnum & Bailey's Circus. And it says exactly that--"HUMAN CANONBALL".
Steph, have fun at the party and keep in mind that no news is probably good news.
I have cherries and they are of the yum.
So, Jars has excellent hair, and The Boy Next Door is splendid. Also, I am a total girly wuss in the beer-drinking stakes these days.
Upon arriving in Sheffield, I dove into the Whistlestop shop to buy some water, and so did Jars, but at the same time as we were sort of going 'Hi!' I was being sort of chatted up by a random bloke, and then there was a fleeting moment of puzzledness as to whether he was with Jars, because of the being-awful-chatty, followed by a 'but he doesn't sound at all American, so surely not', and then it was established that, no, he was just being all chatty-uppy. Which is flattering, but I wish it hadn't involved him fleetingly stealing my book and being all 'no, I have to keep it because I want to talk to you', and me being all 'but, but we have to go! And I need my book!'
Actually, thinking about it, this has happened quite a few times with random black guys in Sheffield. I'm always at a loss when random people hit on me and ask for my phone number in public places. Does this ever work? Why would I want to give them my phone number on the basis of three seconds' acquaintance? Still, I suppose it's as good a chat-up technique as any - most people aren't me. Carpe diem, and all that.
It was, nevertheless, a surreal way to meet someone - having the whole awkward chatting up thing and book recovery process.
Very nice day. Although we sort of forgot to get around to the movie, in the end - but, oh, there was VERY nice Chinese food.
but I wish it hadn't involved him fleetingly stealing my book and being all 'no, I have to keep it because I want to talk to you',A random meet/chat-up might work, but I wouldn't want it to work with someone who stole your book, no matter how fleetingly, because that feels like a power play.
A girl that graduated with me is now a human canonball/stuntwoman for Ringling Brothers and Barnum & Bailey's Circus. And it says exactly that--"HUMAN CANONBALL".
I'm nearly certain nobody who graduated with me is doing anything remotely close to this cool.
I haven't heard any more, because Mom and Stepdad are camping (they don't seem overly concerned about Grandpa), and Passive-Aggressive!Aunt won't call me. So, whatev. I have a party to get ready for. I hope he's doing well. I assume that *someone* would call me if he took a turn for the worse.
I hope he is doing well, and that your family smartens up a bit in the keeping-Teppy-in-the-loop sweeps, and that you have a good time on your party.
edit: that should read "at" your party. Whether or not you have a good time "on" your party is between you and your...well, your party.
That sounds like lots of fun, Fay. Well, the meeting up with Jars part, not the chatting-up guy part. (Incidentally, I think I like the phrase "chatting up" much better than "hitting on." I'd try to start using it, except I think I'd just confuse people around here.)
I saw PotC today, and wrote student evaluations. Lots of student evaluations. As of right now, I've got seven done, and six more to do. I should probably try to do one or two more before going to bed, but I just really don't feel like it.
Chatting up seems more descriptive than hitting on. Which seems kind of violent. (Granted, occasionally perhaps "hitting on" is more of an appropriate image, but...ideally, "chatting up" should be how it goes, I think...)
I'm BORED. I don't want to go out tonight, because I have to leave the house by 6AM tomorrow. But there's not a ton on my TiVo, I read the whole internet...bleha.
Back from PoTC with Lee (and Jacqueline, of course).
Afterwards we had free martinis and crabcakes. We're not sure why the waiter didn't charge us for the martinis but Lee tipped him extravagantly so that might be a reason.
We've got guests coming over in an hour. I think we'll just be ordering in some Chinese food. Andy's is very tasty - they make the best kung pao - and they've got those little shrimp dumplings. Smek smek.
I'm BORED. I don't want to go out tonight, because I have to leave the house by 6AM tomorrow. But there's not a ton on my TiVo, I read the whole internet...bleha.
Run to the bookstore and buy Misfortune.
It's a big fat book with gender dysphoria and I know you like Big Fat Books and sexual ambiguity.
I'm also bored. I'm fairly certain that there is nothing to do in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania. Well, there are a few bars and stuff, and a brew pub that looked interesting, and I noticed a door that said "Ripper's Pub," with no other signage or windows, that looked somewhat intriguing, but all of those would require a car and probably other people. I have no car, and the instructors' dorms here are arranged in such a way that there's really no good way to find out if there are other people who want to do stuff. (We have no lounge here! We should have a lounge!)
I am not bored. I am tired, but was hoping to get another e-mail from Possibilities Boy before going to bed.
Stay up? Go to bed? Stay up? Go to bed?
Go to bed, vw. You might get surprised by an e-mail when you wake up.