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I'm rereading a book I haven't read in four of five years, and struggling. It gets awfully intense and somewhat depressing. There are some books I can read, and promptly reread them, no worries. And then there are some books I read and I can't pick them up for years after, until most of the memories and feelings evoked from the book have faded away. I've become very accustomed to the books I read having at least SOME comic moments.
I didn't keep Matt up 'til nearly five in the morning role-playing like we did the first time. But we did role-play some more last night. Funny that when it was really time I ought to be in bed, we ended the first session with the characters going to sleep. When I had to leave for dinner yesterday, we paused just as Andra was sitting down to breakfast. But then last night when Matt had to go, we just cut off while Andra and Daryn were talking before their dinner. I'm expecting she's going to have to smooth things over once the innkeeper's sons notice she's in the company of some other guy, who just might be competition. *smirks* That's what I get for playing a Domani.
After Matt left I went back to my hall and had a moment of indecision. Did I want to stay in, and watch Hidalgo--forgetting I'd miss the first hour as Kate took over the TV to watch bloody McLeod's Daughters. Meh. Anyway, it was that, or maybe go out on the town despite the fact I wouldn't be buying any drinks. But in the end I decided to go out, and it was pretty cool. The Scarfies guy wasn't at the bus stop when the first bus got there though, so no freebie drink for me, alas.
I headed straight to Scarfies anyway, because at the very least I needed to ask Brad if he'd made copies of the CD with the body painting pictures yet. Turned out he hadn't, but next week maybe I'll be able to acquire a CD of body painting pics, as well as wet t-shirt pics. (Oh god.) Talked with some girl, no idea who she was. Chatted with Liesa. Caught up with Adrian's friend Joel, who didn't know I'd been ditched. I ended up hanging out with him a lot last night.
Had some random Asian guy buy me drinks and ask me to dance and to play pool. I lost. And then I lost him. (hee!) Scored a drink off of Joel as well, which, when I thought about paying him back, realised I didn't need to. Way back at the foam party, when I spent my last $50 bar tab, I bought him a beer, so it cancelled out. And then eventually I ended up on the dancefloor with Sarah G, Annalise, and Victoria. I think we made some guys vair happy when we engaged in some rather sapphic moves. Even if we were mostly doing it so they would stop trying to dance with us.
It was funny when we all left, Kirsty and Kate having joined us somewhere along the way, because Annalise is hilarious when she's drunk. Kirsty was pretty pissed too, more fun for us less drunk types. Sarah got v. confused at one point, because I'd given Annalise my jacket to keep warm, and Sarah hadn't noticed & wondered where the hell she'd nicked it from. We were going to go to Highflyer's for the half hour we had until the last bus came, but realised we'd never get Annalise in, and Kirsty was a doubtful one too.
And Annalise puked while we waited for the bus. She puked again when we got back to the school and got off the bus. She got some of it on my jacket that time, although I didn't realise until, as Victoria and I supported her, Victoria's hand ended up on that part of the sleeve much to her disgust. Had this HUGE sense of deja vu as Victoria and I walked Annalise up the stairs--and then realised it was because of the time, way back when I first got with Peter, that Kirsty and I carried her up those stairs after she'd puked on the bus coming back. (Worse than that, that time we'd had to walk Annalise all the way back from the main terminal because the bus hadn't stopped for the Moginie Villagers)
I had to laugh when, just as we'd reached the top of the stairs and were walking to our hall, I suddenly felt Annalise's mouth on my shoulder--she'd wiped her mouth on my shirt! Of course, I went "ewwww" first, which caused Victoria to panic and bolt since she thought Annalise was going to puke again. But I laughed, because Annalise was just so completely out of it.
And she's totally jealous of me today because while she woke up wanting to die for the headache like I wouldn't believe--I've never ever had a hangover. She swore at me for that.

You scored as Aramis. You are Aramis, the Musketeer priest. Two natures war within you: one full of high-minded ideals and the other a sensualist. Your love life is an art form, and you are a Romantic who places great importance on the perfect date. Sometimes you manipulate people and events a little too much, but your heart is good nevertheless. </td> Aramis 90% Richelieu 80% Mercedes 70% Edmund Dantes 70% Porthos 60% Rochefort 55% D'Artagnan 50% Athos 50% Which Dumas character are you? created with QuizFarm.com

Fin.

Edit: I totally forgot to mention: naturally, just about ran into Adrian last night. When I say just about, I mean that I saw him, & he could not have missed me, yet not a single comment was exchanged nor eye contact made. Joel and I were laughing, because Adrian was clearly refusing to acknowledge my presence liek whoa. Funniest was when Adrian put his empty glass on the bar and had to reach between Joel and me to do so. I have never been so ignored in my life! I bet he knew Joel and I were laughing so hard because of him, too. He didn't end up staying very long, unlike his mates.

How did I get myself into doing this? No, really. How on Earth did I get myself into this stuff? It's like... it's... I mean when mum tells people back home what I've been doing they often can't believe it of me! Me, Little Miss Shy and Polite Girl? Doing that? Never.
But yes, I've gone into a wet t-shirt contest. I bared my breasts to a crowd of horny drunk males. And shock of shocks... I made it to the finals. I mean, who would've thunk it? And then! Then, because I've already flashed my boobies not once, but TWICE to a crowd, oh, it's nothing to accept the challenge of the body painting competition. So then I'm parading in front of the crowd, mostly sober, in naught but a thong and some paint. Freezing my nipples off in the middle of winter at night. And would you believe? I made it to the finals again.
I figured maybe some of you expected an entry immediately after to say how it went. Did I win? Are there pics? Can we see them? No, yes, and when I get them, yes. Before they announced the three winners, they had six parade about in front the judges to decide from, and I was one of those six. So, I almost placed. And I got another $50 bar tab. I've got $180 worth of bar tabs from doing these competitions.
Well I got a call from Brad from Scarfies again today. This time for the bikini contest. Well. After parading about practically naked twice, and having flashed my boobies to the crowd twice... what's a bikini contest? It's so tame compared to that! So with a quick hunt through my wardrobe to determine I have the necessary clothes... I'm in.
Tomorrow night I'm doing the bikini contest, for another bar tab at the very least.

( The Movie List of D00m )

Fin.

After dealing with catcalls, leers, and strange boys dancing up to me when Peter's not around, I've been thinking over things guys have done in the past to express their appreciation of my looks that annoy me. Mostly, I despise it when a guy says to me, "You're so beautiful."
They say it the same way, in a sort of reverant whisper. Like he is so utterly awed by me, and it's the best compliment to be given, as if he doesn't say something worshipful I will laugh at him and disappear in a puff of smoke. When it happens, I end up possibly smiling coyly, torn between laughing at the sheer ridiculousness of being worshipped, or being the stuck-up ice queen who doesn't care if he finds her beautiful or not, because she knows she is. I was even more prone towards laughter when it was uttered as we lay in darkness once. (Oh Mr. One Night Stand, thank the gods I will never see you again)
I get a sick feeling in my stomach every time they say it. It feels so sleazy. It's not that I'm being called beautiful, but the implication that I'm the most beautiful woman they've ever seen. And it feels trite, because I can't believe they've never said that to a girl before, to flatter their way to whatever they want. One of the things I like best with Peter is how he's never done this. I'd hate to be wooed by poetry and flattery. He'll compliment me sometimes, but it's not like he's done it in a way that makes me want to throw up in my mouth a little.

Fin.

I tweaked my profile just a little bit. Again. Added some stuff, shifted some stuff. Nothing major, but it passed the time. I got lots of books from the library today. I'm finally starting Ender's Game. I would have grabbed the rest of the quartet, but I couldn't find the second book.
A new friend sent me a Percy/Oliver story from the Quidditch and Quills archive that they liked. It was nice enough, but mostly I just wanted to fix the errors in it. *twitch* One or two mispellings is forgivable, but there was just a handful too many for me to truly appreciate the story.
Spending my $50 bar tab tonight. This should be fun. I wonder if those pictures are ready yet? The ones from the body painting. They're supposed to be on a free CD for us. But they weren't ready when I asked on Thursday. That made going out seem pretty much pointless. And yet I went anyway. Eh, bien.
Gyarg. I have "Don't phunk with my heart" stuck in my head. I rather hate that song. Bleh.
Oh, yeah. David Krumholtz has gone from being geeky Michael Eckman in 10 Things I Hate About You to rather good looking geek Charlie Eppes in Numb3rs. It's not a bad show, really. I quite like it. And damn he looks good. *pervs*



( yo )

"To die is to forget you ever lived. To die is to forget you loved, or suffered, or got and lost things you wanted. Tomorrow, you say to yourself, I won't remember anything, won't remember this face, this knee, this old scar, or the hand that wrote all this." - André Aciman, 'Lavendar'

Fin.

Thank you, all of you who wished me a happy birthday. Even if you just thought it :P Thanks for the mail (that I have received and that I will receive). For the presents. Chocolate. Money. And the alcohol. (even if I puked, and I have a cut on my thumb I have no idea how I got)

Ha! More Cori-art. Woo!

Fin.

I am addicted to kissing. Like, crazily so.
Because I know you're all dying to know, no, alas and alack, I did not place in the wet t-shirt finals. But I still got free drinks (how many vodka cruisers was it now?), and I had a good time. It was cool that Liz was there too, although she was having a case of the nerves and despising her body. (I was tempted to hate mine, but figured I have no room to talk) It's not fat, it's skinniness bunched up! -one of Liz's friends when another was calling herself fat (she had even less room to talk than me).
Haha, my neck is kinda tender. Again.
And I've got a scratch on my back. It looks horrible, but it doesn't hurt, didn't hurt. I just caught my back on the bottom corner of a metal shelf when I was trying to get my bag without pushing too many people. Everyone's reaction to seeing it is so funny. I'm with Lynds on the awesomeness of war wounds from being out on the piss. The more unexplained bruises and cuts, the better. Who cares if it hurt or not? All in good fun!
I was so happy last night. Just carefree and feeling all good. It was beautiful.
(Stupid, stupid alcohol having to make me pee so much.)
I will get free stuff for being in the contest. The $200, $300, or $1000 would have kicked ass, but, eh bien, as Julien is wont to say. I'm not sure yet what said free stuff will be; the guy is supposed to text us later to say come pick up this or that. It'll be Woodstock Bourban gear or more bar tabs, I know that much.
I should be forbidden from talking when I've been drinking. Honestly. I don't think before I say anything. I can be tactless and I don't like thinking back and going, 'Shit, did I actually say that? *facepalm*' Being half-conscious probably doesn't help matters much either.
Thank the gods I had no 8:00 lecture this morning. I probably would have skipped it.

Fin.

For some reason going out late and drinking leaves me wired and I have a hard time sleeping. Although I'm not tired today, I've only had maybe three hours of sleep, and none of it very deep I don't think. I kept going over the night's fun in my head... There was a wet t-shirt contest at the bar I went to, and the only way to enjoy that, to really enjoy that, is to participate.

Er.

*blushes and hides grin*

And of course the other two girls from my hall didn't join in, just egged me on to do it. And I figured, what the hell? $50 bar tab at the very least, right? So I signed up. I told everyone else I knew that I was going to be in it. I missed catching up with Peter before I had to disappear and do all the fun dressy-uppy stuff before going out on stage.
First they brought us out at about quarter after eleven or so, not dressed up yet, just to let the crowd get a gaz at what was coming. Then again, at about midnight-ish I guess--I wasn't paying attention--they paraded us out again only this time we were in the white t-shirts, which had not been altered yet. We had some 20-30 minutes to get our tops and such altered to our desire, and do whatever else we wanted to pretty up.
When we were in the office thingy that served as the changing room we had free drinks brought to us and that was great. Not to mention all the half-drunk sapphic perving and the like from some of the girls. It was all good. I donated my hair tie in there somewhere to some girl after I'd taken Peter's texted suggestion earlier that I wear my hair down because it was sexier. And finally some time after midnight we were brought for the actual wetting of the t-shirts. (Oh yes, my top had been cropped and cut down the centre then tied together, and the mere act of lifting my arms served to flash people; we were all braless by this point.) Well I must have done something right, at any rate. Of the twelve of us, four got cut, and I wasn't one of them.
Two weeks from now I'll be back there for the final stuff, and have my chance at winning $200, $300, or (I wish!) $1000. But we all of us got a $50 bar tab just for participating. So some time next week maybe... Or whenever. I will be buying my mates several rounds methinks. Not hard when double shots are $2 apiece, yeah?
And then afterwards I found Peter and Simon, and poor Simon felt like such the third wheel. He came with us to High Flyers but then ditched us because he obviously wasn't really having fun. And so... danced with Peter for a while, then we sat on a couch and talked for a while, drinking more bourbon and coke. At about twenty after two we went outside so I could wait for the two-thirty bus back to Massey, and made plans to see Kingdom of Heaven together next week. We're probably going to hang out on Saturday night as well as I'm going to be meeting up with Liz anyhow, and she'll likely have her boyfriend with her, so at least this way I won't be the third wheel or anything.
I have a Chem lab test later today. This should be so much fun. It's in the afternoon on a Friday, which rather sucks sometimes. Mostly in that last hour, when my stomach is rumbling and I know some sort of fish and chips or pizza awaits me in the dining hall. Eh bien, as Julien is wont to say. I'll do all right, I'm sure.

Fin.

P.S. Yes, this means Shan is officially out of the picture as a crush, and has lost all chance of becoming more.

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I have been tagged by macjinx...

Total # of books owned? Beyond counting. Around 500 would be my guess. They just stack up. All I know is that when I packed them into the boxes (spreading them through all six, to even out the weight), I was only able to part with a measely five.
Last Book I Bought? Faerie Wars by Herbie Brennan
Last Book I Read? Willow (a novelisation by Wayland Drew), but I just started reading Order of the Pheonix this afternoon.
Five Books that Mean a Lot to Me:
1. Interview With A Vampire by Anne Rice. I found it on sale in a bargain bin outside the library in Kent or something, but it was one of the first books I found as I began my journey into the vampire thing. I didn't realise I'd had it recced to me some days/weeks previous by a guy who I didn't like, and I couldn't even remember her name when I mentioned it to Judah (who got me started on the vamp thing). But I love it, as a a good book, and just where it led me in life.
2. Angela's Ashes by Frank McCourt. Another book picked up randomly this time at somewhere like Value Village. I love his style, even if it took me a few pages to understand it, not to mention the stories he tells. It was enough that I persuaded Mum to acquire me a copy of 'Tis as well.
3. Wizard's First Rule by Terry Goodkind. Even when I found Richard falling in love with Kahlan to be terribly clice, the the wizard's rules are so wonderfully applicable to real life. I see these rules and I want to remember them and try to keep to them, for the betterment of my life as well as others.
4. The Horse and His Boy by C. S. Lewis. It's my favourite of the Narnia chronicles. I love the characters, the challenges they face, and how things come through in the end. It's just a wonderful, simple tale with all the right stuff.
5. Angus, Thongs, and Full-Frontal Snogging by Louise Rennison. Where, oh where would I be without the confessions of Georgia Nicolson? Without here there would be no SG's, nor snogging scales, ear snogging and nip libbling, no fabbity-fab-fabness. Even if she does not want to live in Kiwi-a-gogo land like moi.
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For the record, 6 & 1/2 double shots of bourbon and cola or vodka and whatever is enough to get me pretty damn drunk, but not enough to puke, pass out, or get a hangover. (Well, I've never had a hangover) I fell asleep somewhere between 2:30 & 3 in the morning but was bright eyed and bushy tailed at 7:30 for my 8:00 lecture. I was up 'til two again this morning but then I slept until 12:30. It's almost dinner time now though.

Fin.

They held a cocktail party for hall residents in the vet program tonight. Got to see our Rugby Institute. Wasn't all that impressed, but damn the wine was nice. White. Especially the chardonay. That was strong. I'm all numb lips, flushed cheeks, tingling fingers and weak legs. Plys my typing is off. See? Too lazy to fix that mistake. Make several more talking to Rhibber I'm sure.
Hehehehe.
Oh yeah. Am giggly. Thank the gods I don't have tog et up early tomorrow. Should remember to turn off alarm... one of my watches died. It's not fair my digital watch that broke its strap like three years ago still works while I've had three analog watches have their batteries die in the last three years. Wtf?!
Nyahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Hehehehehe.
I'm so happy. Oh so happy. Damn I want more of that wine. It was nice. Nice. *works carefully with the HTML* My gods so happy. Can't sit still. Of course when we were walking back to the institute it wasn't slowly, it was all fast so I felt kinda heady. And I was downing that third glass of wine and tilting my head back for the last part made me feel all heady all over again.
I like this.
Just every now and then.

Fin.

So I've decided it's more fun to be pleasantly buzzed for an entire evening than to get rip roaring drunk and pass out half way through the night. Andrea and I finished off a bottle Timarri wine between us. It was wonderful and I love how someone always seems to have a bottle of wine handy. Even Eileen, although hers is always white because she's allergic to red (migraines from hell). As it was it meant I spent the entire evening happy, and finding most things funny, and feeling flushed, but it was wonderful.
I got Andrea some chocolates to go along with having seen Finding Neverland (ulterior motives to both; I benefit as well). There were scorched almonds, and these irish cream chocolate sticks. I smelled them; I smelled the alcohol and they were rich but not too rich and oh so divine.
I ended up spending the night. I wasn't so drunk I couldn't think straight, but it meant I didn't have to worry about getting home on the off chance I did. It also meant showing Andrea bash.org, and us laughing at terrible Mary-Sues (my boysmut I read is so much better), and she even got a glimpse of shoebox_project. Will see how long it takes to get her to be a true Remus/Sirius shipper.
I want to have a t-shirt that says, "I do believe in commas. I do, I do." (Easist way to find fellow SBP cultists: publicize my own obsession)
Today I got two ties from Dad as he never uses them and I told him I wanted one for a belt. (It looks as good as I imagined) I will have to hit up second hand stores and the like if I want to avoid paying $30 or more for a tie. I wore my red flares today, which is why I thought of the tie-belt again, and even looked into avg. tie prices. Alas, I am too poor for the time being.
Eileen and Andrea approve of my description of Hugh Grant... that no matter what movie it is, he always seems to play the same character, the 'charming shmuck.' (About a Boy is on tonight, which is why I remember)
Strange bugs are flying inside. I'd better close the door. It's so hot, so muggy. The rain was no relief today. Too soft to loosen the dirt, not enough to take away the heat, just opressive cloud and mist and heat inside and out... screwed if you don't have A/C. Even in the dark it isn't all that chilly. I'm craving ice cream all the time.
(Break out, break out. Drink more water but the skin's still oily and the hair frizzes and clings refusing to do what it's told...)
I need to wash my sheets. And clothes. Oh, the pile the grows. Trying to remember to do it. Hoping it's warm and dry and sunny. Having the patience to wait 'til it's done, to remember to hang it up. Fussing. (It's that or melt. Melt in clothes built for winter not summer, dryer climes not this swamp)
Don't ask.
Suzie still hasn't said yes, yet. Not that I've heard. And they ask, and I can't say, and I wish I could. I don't want it to be no. Hurry up and be yes already.

Fin.