I stayed with Jimmy and Karl a couple of nights, and I was grateful that those two boys let me stay with them. I was hoping it wouldn't be awkward for them, and mostly, I think it was fine.
I was shocked at how quiet Karl could be in the morning. I couldn't even hear him. At one point, I happened to open my eyes, and there Karl was, standing at the door. I think maybe he thought I was freaked out by him watching me, so he closed the door quickly, kind of like when someone turns away fast because they don't want you to know they were staring at you. Maybe he thought I would be angry at him for staring? Honestly, if it was certain other boys, then yes, I would be, but Karl's trustable, and I saw how he was looking at me, and it wasn't filled with lust or a desire to control or anything.
The only bad thing about staying with those two are the alarms. Those were actually very loud. (Karl had early classes, which made me feel terribly sorry for him, because I hate early classes myself.) At one point, after an alarm went off, I said something really sarcastic to Jimmy. I think I asked him something along the lines of "Are you trying to get up on time or are you trying to break the sound barrier?" Jimmy just sort of vaguely mmph'ed at me, and possibly turned over.
Both of them snore, which didn't surprise me because boys notoriously sleep on their backs and that encourages snoring. It was incredible quiet snoring, though, for both of them. If anything, it was like loud breathing, and I found myself a bit conscious about the fact I was sleeping in the same room with them. But at the same time I was struck by both the intimacy and how peacefully nice it sounded. It made me revel in how calm everything was. I found myself thinking about how I need to get a boyfriend, because these soft noises were definitely something I could enjoy waking up to.
One morning Karl got up before Jimmy and I and head out to a class. Jimmy and I got up around the same time. Jimmy left for class and I went out for a walk. It was a beautiful day, and I put in my MP3 player and admired the day. And then ran into Karl, which surprised me, because I expected him to be on another part of campus, given he's an engineering major. We spoke briefly. He asked me what I was doing and I said I was out enjoying the beautiful day, which it certainly was. The sunshine was making me smiley. I was unsurprised to see he had coffee. I think he was impressed by my choice of music that morning, which happened to be punk. When I pulled my earphones out, he could hear how loud it was.
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Sunday, June 12, 2011
Friday, June 3, 2011
Meetings with Professors
I had a series of meetings with professors. I showed up at a class I wasn't enrolled in and after the class, we went back to his office to talk over my future plans.
He thinks I could make it into graduate school, which is one of the things I want to do with my life. I like academic work. Parts of it are scary, but I like reading and analyzing and talking. I'm excited about teaching. I don't want to teach younger people because there's a lot of hand holding involved, but the idea of teaching students who want to be there and are at least marginally interested in having conversations about art, literature and other related topics excites me. (Maybe I don't even want to teach in the traditional sense where I lecture and students take notes, but where I encourage students to think for themselves and learn to be their own best teachers.)
Anyway, I'm clearly getting away from the story I'm meant to be telling here.
After that first meeting, I happened to wander down the steps of the building, and I passed an office. Just to see what was going on, I poked my head in. I wanted to get a look at the list of current professors to check to see if certain people were around. And lo! A couple were. I started contemplating dropping by their door to see if they had office hours posted. As I was turning, I ran into Cameron.
I hadn't seen Cameron in about a year. He was coming out of a meeting. He looked different, in a subtle way. There was something different about how his hair sat on his head and his face seemed more square than I remembered. We talked briefly, and he told me to call him so we could have a drink.
I went down another set of stairs. I ran into another professor. He told me to come see him the next morning, at eight.
"Eight?" I said. Eight's really early for me, at least these days. I used to get up at eight for work, but since leaving that job, not so much.
I think he could sense my reluctance for that hour. He sort of laughed at me.
I've got mixed feelings about this teacher. He's kind of a jerk. I get the feeling he's one of those people with low self-esteem, because he can't seem to handle anyone knowing anything and there's something very pushy about him. But I could at least consider what he had to say. Maybe it was something good?
I went past the office of the other professor I actually wanted to see, and she told me to come in the next week, and okay, okay, I can do it. She's only available for two hours every week (pretty much no exceptions), which is kind of annoying, because I have a schedule too here.
As I was going down the last set of stairs before I reached the door to the outside, Bobby came through the door. I haven't seen him in about a year, and I was so excited to see him. Bobby is one of those people that I just adore.
Bobby and I mostly talked shop. He told me about the professor he was working with on an honors thesis. It was actually another professor I didn't particularly like, but whatever. He told me about how he's decided to concentrate on early modernism, so stuff around the time of Shakespeare.
He had heard through the grapevine a little about what I had been up to, mostly thanks to Erin. He also invited me to a party.
I have to admit that I have a bit of a crush on Bobby. In addition to being nice and smart, he's obviously into literature, and that's way more than I need to be happy with a boy. (It is a sad statement on boys that even with those two requirements, not many boys are left.) Unfortunately, Bobby's got a girlfriend, so I don't think anything will be happening there anytime soon.
He thinks I could make it into graduate school, which is one of the things I want to do with my life. I like academic work. Parts of it are scary, but I like reading and analyzing and talking. I'm excited about teaching. I don't want to teach younger people because there's a lot of hand holding involved, but the idea of teaching students who want to be there and are at least marginally interested in having conversations about art, literature and other related topics excites me. (Maybe I don't even want to teach in the traditional sense where I lecture and students take notes, but where I encourage students to think for themselves and learn to be their own best teachers.)
Anyway, I'm clearly getting away from the story I'm meant to be telling here.
After that first meeting, I happened to wander down the steps of the building, and I passed an office. Just to see what was going on, I poked my head in. I wanted to get a look at the list of current professors to check to see if certain people were around. And lo! A couple were. I started contemplating dropping by their door to see if they had office hours posted. As I was turning, I ran into Cameron.
I hadn't seen Cameron in about a year. He was coming out of a meeting. He looked different, in a subtle way. There was something different about how his hair sat on his head and his face seemed more square than I remembered. We talked briefly, and he told me to call him so we could have a drink.
I went down another set of stairs. I ran into another professor. He told me to come see him the next morning, at eight.
"Eight?" I said. Eight's really early for me, at least these days. I used to get up at eight for work, but since leaving that job, not so much.
I think he could sense my reluctance for that hour. He sort of laughed at me.
I've got mixed feelings about this teacher. He's kind of a jerk. I get the feeling he's one of those people with low self-esteem, because he can't seem to handle anyone knowing anything and there's something very pushy about him. But I could at least consider what he had to say. Maybe it was something good?
I went past the office of the other professor I actually wanted to see, and she told me to come in the next week, and okay, okay, I can do it. She's only available for two hours every week (pretty much no exceptions), which is kind of annoying, because I have a schedule too here.
As I was going down the last set of stairs before I reached the door to the outside, Bobby came through the door. I haven't seen him in about a year, and I was so excited to see him. Bobby is one of those people that I just adore.
Bobby and I mostly talked shop. He told me about the professor he was working with on an honors thesis. It was actually another professor I didn't particularly like, but whatever. He told me about how he's decided to concentrate on early modernism, so stuff around the time of Shakespeare.
He had heard through the grapevine a little about what I had been up to, mostly thanks to Erin. He also invited me to a party.
I have to admit that I have a bit of a crush on Bobby. In addition to being nice and smart, he's obviously into literature, and that's way more than I need to be happy with a boy. (It is a sad statement on boys that even with those two requirements, not many boys are left.) Unfortunately, Bobby's got a girlfriend, so I don't think anything will be happening there anytime soon.
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Hair Porn
I hate to admit this, but most of the boys* I'm attracted to have nice hair. I should qualify this by saying it's nice hair on their individual faces and it goes with their personality and most importantly, it gets washed regularly, but seriously, I love a boy with a good head of hair.
Among other things, I love the brief moment where someone's hairs all messed up. It makes me fantasize about the very good morning I would have with them. So I love this little bit of Matt Smith. Yum.
*If you're reading this Dan, I don't care what you say about the difference between boys and men. I will call you lot men when you start acting like it. Among other things, this means not having hissy fits over the difference between boys and men.
Among other things, I love the brief moment where someone's hairs all messed up. It makes me fantasize about the very good morning I would have with them. So I love this little bit of Matt Smith. Yum.
*If you're reading this Dan, I don't care what you say about the difference between boys and men. I will call you lot men when you start acting like it. Among other things, this means not having hissy fits over the difference between boys and men.
Friday, April 8, 2011
Told You So
Last night, I was sitting in the lounge watching tv when Ruth came in. She was drunk, and giggly, because her drunk is always giggly. And she had a problem.
A few weeks back, she had gone out with a guy over dinner. And then the next week, drinks. And then the next week, drinks again. I told her this was all a bad idea, because he was paying for things, and that meant there were certain expectations.
Ruth was totally thick when I said that, and I tried to explain to her that going out with a guy multiple times, like this, implied they were dating. Ruth and Jenny decided this was ridiculous, that's not how it works. Lavvy, thankfully, sided with me, saying that this guy (Ruth won't even give me a name because she's paranoid I'll track him down, which is so strange, because I honestly didn't even think that until Ruth made the suggestion) probably does think they're dating, and that's the important bit.
I told Ruth she needed to have a face-to-face meeting, gently tell him she's seeing someone else and that she would like to be friends and drinking buddies. Ruth never likes this idea. She doesn't want to meet face-to-face, she'd rather send an email. (This always causes me to wonder what is wrong with her; who the hell sends emails like that in this day and age? What is this, 1997?) Then I suggested that she just not-subtly mention her boyfriend, as a way of indicating his importance to her to this guy friend. No, she just gives another exasperated sigh.
So last night, after getting drunk together, this guy tried to kiss Ruth.
"I told you so," I said, as I sat there. Ruth apparently told him, in her flummoxed state, that she had a wife, which she explained to me and made no sense. It might have been the drunken state.
Ruth went into a bit of a rant about boys and how stupid they are and how they always manage to find her. She told me about this guy named Ben, who is coming to visit soon.
"I'm going to make Ben and this other guy meet, because then they'll see their stupid behavior within each other and then themselves and then they won't chase after me."
I disagree. I suspect that these guys are not going to get that they are both being ridiculous, and instead, they will just see that the other one likes Ruth and it'll turn competitive.
(As a side note, what do you readers think about this?)
She told me some stories about when her Dad had cancer and she was crying and Ben kissed her, even though he had a girlfriend.
"Wait," I said. "I though crying was a turnoff for guys."
"Really?" said Ruth. "I've found it's a great way to get guys. It probably makes them feel all needed and protective."
Oh great. It's not enough for a guy to like me, I have to make him feel like he's being a man and protecting me.
We giggled for a while, talking about other things like our work, and she complained to me about this essay she's writing and we were relatively merry. Then one of the spazzier women came in wanting to watch a tv documentary about 2012. (I'm so not even kidding.) We let her, even though she apologized twenty times and tried to get us to stay. I explained to her that we were fine and were leaving anyway.
I wish Ruth would have listened to me and nipped this thing in the bud. Something tells me there's going to be a lot more drama on the way, even if she does avoid this guy as she's decided to.
A few weeks back, she had gone out with a guy over dinner. And then the next week, drinks. And then the next week, drinks again. I told her this was all a bad idea, because he was paying for things, and that meant there were certain expectations.
Ruth was totally thick when I said that, and I tried to explain to her that going out with a guy multiple times, like this, implied they were dating. Ruth and Jenny decided this was ridiculous, that's not how it works. Lavvy, thankfully, sided with me, saying that this guy (Ruth won't even give me a name because she's paranoid I'll track him down, which is so strange, because I honestly didn't even think that until Ruth made the suggestion) probably does think they're dating, and that's the important bit.
I told Ruth she needed to have a face-to-face meeting, gently tell him she's seeing someone else and that she would like to be friends and drinking buddies. Ruth never likes this idea. She doesn't want to meet face-to-face, she'd rather send an email. (This always causes me to wonder what is wrong with her; who the hell sends emails like that in this day and age? What is this, 1997?) Then I suggested that she just not-subtly mention her boyfriend, as a way of indicating his importance to her to this guy friend. No, she just gives another exasperated sigh.
So last night, after getting drunk together, this guy tried to kiss Ruth.
"I told you so," I said, as I sat there. Ruth apparently told him, in her flummoxed state, that she had a wife, which she explained to me and made no sense. It might have been the drunken state.
Ruth went into a bit of a rant about boys and how stupid they are and how they always manage to find her. She told me about this guy named Ben, who is coming to visit soon.
"I'm going to make Ben and this other guy meet, because then they'll see their stupid behavior within each other and then themselves and then they won't chase after me."
I disagree. I suspect that these guys are not going to get that they are both being ridiculous, and instead, they will just see that the other one likes Ruth and it'll turn competitive.
(As a side note, what do you readers think about this?)
She told me some stories about when her Dad had cancer and she was crying and Ben kissed her, even though he had a girlfriend.
"Wait," I said. "I though crying was a turnoff for guys."
"Really?" said Ruth. "I've found it's a great way to get guys. It probably makes them feel all needed and protective."
Oh great. It's not enough for a guy to like me, I have to make him feel like he's being a man and protecting me.
We giggled for a while, talking about other things like our work, and she complained to me about this essay she's writing and we were relatively merry. Then one of the spazzier women came in wanting to watch a tv documentary about 2012. (I'm so not even kidding.) We let her, even though she apologized twenty times and tried to get us to stay. I explained to her that we were fine and were leaving anyway.
I wish Ruth would have listened to me and nipped this thing in the bud. Something tells me there's going to be a lot more drama on the way, even if she does avoid this guy as she's decided to.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Dinner at Jimmy's
I stood in Jimmy's room, trying to ignore all the signs of life that I would normally find interesting. I was on the phone with my Dad.
"Can I come home a little later?" I asked. I figured the answer would be no, because my Grandma was in the hospital, again. And to some degree, rightly so.
"Why?"
"I got invited to a brunch with some friends."
"Okay."
I was relieved. I wanted to squeeze out every last drop of goodness from this trip, especially since it looked like I wouldn't be coming home to anything good. I had a bunch of business to attend to immediately coming home.
This trip ended up being far more stressful than I thought it would be, mostly because the problems that I had last semester (my Grandma being sick, friends needing support, my various boy problems) all flared up again. Mostly, it made me think that for all my trying to move on, nothing has really changed yet. It's been a disappointment, to be honest. I steeled myself to go back out to everyone.
Luckily, no one asked what the phone call was about. Maybe, given what they know about me, they could have already guessed.
Paul was working on shredding cheese for our meal. Jimmy was cutting up onions. There was nothing for me to do (though I offered to pay for my bit of the meal), so I watched.
"That's some great cutting," I told Jimmy. It looked like the moves you see on one of those cooking programs.
Jimmy didn't say anything, as usual.
"Jimmy won't take a compliment," I explained to Ben, who was sitting at Jimmy's computer in the living room area. Ben laughed. "I'm working on him."
Ben, meanwhile, was watching YouTube videos, everyone's favorite way to blow off time. He told us he really liked Old Spice commercials, which sort of baffles me, because there's something gross and sleazy about so many of them. We found one featuring everyone's favorite child star, Neil Patrick Harris.
Then Paul got on my political hero, Robert Byrd. After looking awhile, we found what I consider his best speech, where he tells people he's older. Ben watched it and said it was a really good speech.
Once Jimmy finished the dinner, we ate. It was delicious. Everyone fell silent as we ate. Jimmy said that was a huge compliment in itself. I'd be happy to have Jimmy cook for me all the time.
Ben, it turns out, is a fan of Doctor Who. Perhaps someone tipped him off to my love about it, because we got talking about it. He was telling me he had just watched "The Lodger."
"That's the episode right before the two episode season finale." Don't be surprised by this recall of mine. I often am the one correcting people's knowledge of the show.
They were apparently showing that first episode of the finale, which I told him was good. He was all baffled by my geekiness. Get used to it, I thought.
We then started on the dishes.
"Can I come home a little later?" I asked. I figured the answer would be no, because my Grandma was in the hospital, again. And to some degree, rightly so.
"Why?"
"I got invited to a brunch with some friends."
"Okay."
I was relieved. I wanted to squeeze out every last drop of goodness from this trip, especially since it looked like I wouldn't be coming home to anything good. I had a bunch of business to attend to immediately coming home.
This trip ended up being far more stressful than I thought it would be, mostly because the problems that I had last semester (my Grandma being sick, friends needing support, my various boy problems) all flared up again. Mostly, it made me think that for all my trying to move on, nothing has really changed yet. It's been a disappointment, to be honest. I steeled myself to go back out to everyone.
Luckily, no one asked what the phone call was about. Maybe, given what they know about me, they could have already guessed.
Paul was working on shredding cheese for our meal. Jimmy was cutting up onions. There was nothing for me to do (though I offered to pay for my bit of the meal), so I watched.
"That's some great cutting," I told Jimmy. It looked like the moves you see on one of those cooking programs.
Jimmy didn't say anything, as usual.
"Jimmy won't take a compliment," I explained to Ben, who was sitting at Jimmy's computer in the living room area. Ben laughed. "I'm working on him."
Ben, meanwhile, was watching YouTube videos, everyone's favorite way to blow off time. He told us he really liked Old Spice commercials, which sort of baffles me, because there's something gross and sleazy about so many of them. We found one featuring everyone's favorite child star, Neil Patrick Harris.
Then Paul got on my political hero, Robert Byrd. After looking awhile, we found what I consider his best speech, where he tells people he's older. Ben watched it and said it was a really good speech.
Once Jimmy finished the dinner, we ate. It was delicious. Everyone fell silent as we ate. Jimmy said that was a huge compliment in itself. I'd be happy to have Jimmy cook for me all the time.
"That's the episode right before the two episode season finale." Don't be surprised by this recall of mine. I often am the one correcting people's knowledge of the show.
They were apparently showing that first episode of the finale, which I told him was good. He was all baffled by my geekiness. Get used to it, I thought.
We then started on the dishes.
Monday, July 12, 2010
"You Kids and Your Social Life"
Tori and Ashley and I spent the afternoon out together. We ran into Erik, one of the boys we went to school with. Erik and I had been in a gym class together my senior year. I knew him because, at the time, he was dating one of my friends. We had bonded over a mutual love of metal music. Erik is now at MSU with so many of my other friends, though I don't know what he's studying. We run into each other sometimes at MSU, but today we ran into each other at my hometown. It was nice. He is lucky enough to have a job this summer.
I came home. As I was taking off my shoes, my Dad came in. "You want to get dinner?"
"Can't. I have to shower and then I am going to see a show with Madison and some other people."
"You kids and your social life."
I've been thinking a lot about my Dad and his social life, or his lack of it. Everyone else in our house has got stuff to do. My Mom is running a business, taking care of my Grandma, and getting ready for a convention. My sister is taking a class and has a job. I'm working on and off, writing, applying for jobs and internships and catching up with old friends. My Dad isn't doing any of that. He mostly just gets up early and watches tv and go out for drives. I think it's why he balks so much at everyone else being gone. He has nothing else to really think about, which is why I get such frantic calls from him about what I'm doing.
Because of the time, I had to hurry to get ready. I showered, ate some dinner (Lemon Rice soup, a favorite of mine), and got dressed. I had texted Madison to ask what I should wear. She said just a t-shirt and some jeans. I was going to go for slightly fancier, since it is always better to be more dressed up than not. For the first time since my steampunk convention, I used makeup. I almost never wear makeup, and I'm proud of myself for only using it occasionally.
Tori came and got me and we went over to Madison's. When we got there, we found Lisa and Michael sitting in Michael's car outside Madison's house. We chatted a bit. Tori felt my arm and was like "Oh! So soft." She took my arm and stuck it into the car. "Feel." Both Lisa and Michael felt my arm and agreed. With other people, this might have been a weird thing, but we've been around each other for so long that it didn't really faze me. It was like when I spent time with Paul. Paul and I lay all over each other, and neither the two of us or anyone else gets worked up about it. And, to be fair, Tori, Lisa and Michael are not the first people to comment on my soft arms.
We went inside and found Madison and her boyfriend Ted hanging out. I haven't seen Ted since New Years' Eve. He seems like a pretty cool dude. Michael wanted to play some piano pieces he's learning, and he did. He's an amazing piano player.
As we sat around waiting for Ashley, Tori told us that we should have told Ashley a half an hour before we meant her to show. Ashley is notoriously late, and we almost always run late when we get together because of her. I once showed up to something a half an hour late myself, and Tori was like "No worries. You still beat Ashley here."
We sat around and chatted about things. We talked about Michael's Dad, who drives Michael a little crazy. I mentioned to everyone that I had met Michael's Dad, but that his Dad didn't acknowledge me, so maybe he doesn't remember me. Michael laughed and said it was true.
I came home. As I was taking off my shoes, my Dad came in. "You want to get dinner?"
"Can't. I have to shower and then I am going to see a show with Madison and some other people."
"You kids and your social life."
I've been thinking a lot about my Dad and his social life, or his lack of it. Everyone else in our house has got stuff to do. My Mom is running a business, taking care of my Grandma, and getting ready for a convention. My sister is taking a class and has a job. I'm working on and off, writing, applying for jobs and internships and catching up with old friends. My Dad isn't doing any of that. He mostly just gets up early and watches tv and go out for drives. I think it's why he balks so much at everyone else being gone. He has nothing else to really think about, which is why I get such frantic calls from him about what I'm doing.
Because of the time, I had to hurry to get ready. I showered, ate some dinner (Lemon Rice soup, a favorite of mine), and got dressed. I had texted Madison to ask what I should wear. She said just a t-shirt and some jeans. I was going to go for slightly fancier, since it is always better to be more dressed up than not. For the first time since my steampunk convention, I used makeup. I almost never wear makeup, and I'm proud of myself for only using it occasionally.
Tori came and got me and we went over to Madison's. When we got there, we found Lisa and Michael sitting in Michael's car outside Madison's house. We chatted a bit. Tori felt my arm and was like "Oh! So soft." She took my arm and stuck it into the car. "Feel." Both Lisa and Michael felt my arm and agreed. With other people, this might have been a weird thing, but we've been around each other for so long that it didn't really faze me. It was like when I spent time with Paul. Paul and I lay all over each other, and neither the two of us or anyone else gets worked up about it. And, to be fair, Tori, Lisa and Michael are not the first people to comment on my soft arms.
We went inside and found Madison and her boyfriend Ted hanging out. I haven't seen Ted since New Years' Eve. He seems like a pretty cool dude. Michael wanted to play some piano pieces he's learning, and he did. He's an amazing piano player.
As we sat around waiting for Ashley, Tori told us that we should have told Ashley a half an hour before we meant her to show. Ashley is notoriously late, and we almost always run late when we get together because of her. I once showed up to something a half an hour late myself, and Tori was like "No worries. You still beat Ashley here."
We sat around and chatted about things. We talked about Michael's Dad, who drives Michael a little crazy. I mentioned to everyone that I had met Michael's Dad, but that his Dad didn't acknowledge me, so maybe he doesn't remember me. Michael laughed and said it was true.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Shway Fu
Matt and I had dinner tonight. It was a really good time.
We had this whole long conversation where we made fun of Twilight. Matt's sisters are really into it, so he complained to me that he can't even escape it. This is one of the few times I'm grateful that my sister hates reading, so my family is Twilight free. Except for my merciless teasing on it.
I told him all about my whole Mom being dramatic thing. I also went on a rant about how I don't understand what New Age types are talking about when they say that you need to flow with the energy in shway fu. This got him to laugh at me and said I had created a spoonerism of the right word, feng shui. And, at one point, I told him that me and math went together like oil and the Gulf of Mexico: it's a disaster. That last one made him laugh really hard.
Matt thinks I'm really funny, and I would say that I have my moments of wit, but I'm not that impressive. He had this idea to video tape our conversations and then put clips of them up on YouTube. I'm wondering if anyone would actually be interested in that. I think it's a lot of giggling between us, mostly. And if you've ever listened in on other conversations (which I never do...) than you know that they tend to be fairly boring, if not downright stupid.
We ended up getting kicked out of the restaurant we were in because it was so late. There was this moment when I realized that we were the only people there anymore. So we sat in his car and talked. Man, I'm sometimes so embarrassed by my Podunk town sometimes. There's not much to do. Just sit around in the dark night talking.
My sister texted me, asking if I wanted to go get some stuff for Father's Day, and I said yes, thinking we'd be back soon, but it was like the time just disappeared, and poof! she had left without me after giving up. Matt and I spent hours hanging out. Oh well. I also need to get a certain someone a birthday gift, so I was going to that with my sister, but I guess I'll have to try tomorrow.
When I got home, my Mom was all "What do we need to know about Matt?" It made me miss MSU, where I could go out with a boy, and no one would give me a hard time. Any time I hang out with a guy, my Mom has to make it into such a big deal.
We had this whole long conversation where we made fun of Twilight. Matt's sisters are really into it, so he complained to me that he can't even escape it. This is one of the few times I'm grateful that my sister hates reading, so my family is Twilight free. Except for my merciless teasing on it.
I told him all about my whole Mom being dramatic thing. I also went on a rant about how I don't understand what New Age types are talking about when they say that you need to flow with the energy in shway fu. This got him to laugh at me and said I had created a spoonerism of the right word, feng shui. And, at one point, I told him that me and math went together like oil and the Gulf of Mexico: it's a disaster. That last one made him laugh really hard.
Matt thinks I'm really funny, and I would say that I have my moments of wit, but I'm not that impressive. He had this idea to video tape our conversations and then put clips of them up on YouTube. I'm wondering if anyone would actually be interested in that. I think it's a lot of giggling between us, mostly. And if you've ever listened in on other conversations (which I never do...) than you know that they tend to be fairly boring, if not downright stupid.
We ended up getting kicked out of the restaurant we were in because it was so late. There was this moment when I realized that we were the only people there anymore. So we sat in his car and talked. Man, I'm sometimes so embarrassed by my Podunk town sometimes. There's not much to do. Just sit around in the dark night talking.
My sister texted me, asking if I wanted to go get some stuff for Father's Day, and I said yes, thinking we'd be back soon, but it was like the time just disappeared, and poof! she had left without me after giving up. Matt and I spent hours hanging out. Oh well. I also need to get a certain someone a birthday gift, so I was going to that with my sister, but I guess I'll have to try tomorrow.
When I got home, my Mom was all "What do we need to know about Matt?" It made me miss MSU, where I could go out with a boy, and no one would give me a hard time. Any time I hang out with a guy, my Mom has to make it into such a big deal.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
John Barrowman Swings Cole Porter
My friend Matt sent me an email alerting me to the news that John Barrowman has a CD out called John Barrowman Swings Cole Porter. Sounds delightful.
Unlike most people, it wasn't until Torchwood season two that I really fell for Barrowman. I didn't hate him beforehand, I just thought his character was kind of sleazy. But after the Proust thing and how sweet he was to Ianto, I was sold.
Listening to the CD sample bits on Amazon, he has a decent voice. I imagined his voice was rougher and lower than it is here. To be honest, I'm not much for Cole Porter, or musicals in general these days, but I like Barrowman so much.
So, you know, as the Monty Python boys say "nudge, nudge, wink, wink."
Unlike most people, it wasn't until Torchwood season two that I really fell for Barrowman. I didn't hate him beforehand, I just thought his character was kind of sleazy. But after the Proust thing and how sweet he was to Ianto, I was sold.
So, you know, as the Monty Python boys say "nudge, nudge, wink, wink."
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Not Again
Again, I had dreams this morning about that boy. Argh. It wasn't just like a while ago, when I'd be talking to a friend and then feel someone watching me and then turn around and it was him. No, these past couple of times he talked to me. First, I got to meet his girlfriend, which was, as you can imagine, no fun. Then he did the creepy thing where I was walking with a friend, and he was silently following me.
This has got to stop. I've been trying desperately not to think about him in any way, even though that's proving harder and harder. Part of me wants to find his real life counterpart and scream at him until I feel better. (Even though that will be a very short-lived feeling, because four minutes later I'll regret taking out my frustration on a probably-innocent someone.) There's part of me that's wondering if something else is a afoot and my subconscious is trying to warn me. I want to ask this boy if he's determined to leave me no safe harbor on this campus, in this town.
Remember when I complained about not dreaming about boys? I take that back. I don't need to dream about boys, even though what I meant was boys that were attainable and weren't going to make me feel bad about my failings. I would happily go back to the dreams that felt like Salvador Dali writing a summer blockbuster. Really. Or even better, to not dreaming at all, when it would be rare for me to have dreams within six months of each other.
This has got to stop. I've been trying desperately not to think about him in any way, even though that's proving harder and harder. Part of me wants to find his real life counterpart and scream at him until I feel better. (Even though that will be a very short-lived feeling, because four minutes later I'll regret taking out my frustration on a probably-innocent someone.) There's part of me that's wondering if something else is a afoot and my subconscious is trying to warn me. I want to ask this boy if he's determined to leave me no safe harbor on this campus, in this town.
Remember when I complained about not dreaming about boys? I take that back. I don't need to dream about boys, even though what I meant was boys that were attainable and weren't going to make me feel bad about my failings. I would happily go back to the dreams that felt like Salvador Dali writing a summer blockbuster. Really. Or even better, to not dreaming at all, when it would be rare for me to have dreams within six months of each other.
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