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Today I was looking at my f-list and I had this total moment of deja vu. I'm sure I had a dream once, about reading my f-list (sometimes I dream about livejournal. I'm weird, mmk?) in this new layout and colour scheme. Given that said dream was long before I ever conceived of changing to this...? Yeah, uncanny. But not the first time I've had a dream come true.

The odd thing about my precog dreams is that they usually concern everyday situations--it's never really been something significant that I've dreamed about it, and then gone, "Woah" all Neo-style when I witness it happen before my eyes. And I never can tell a dream is actually a precog, in fact, often times the dream lays half-forgotten until such time as the event occurs. And then I get this awesome sense of deja vu.

I've never really cared to try and focus the ability, or to try and be more aware of it in action... I prefer to let my mind do its thing. Like I said, it's not as if I've ever dreamed about something big, or that I can predict the future in any way. I simply have these moments where it turns out part of me knew what was coming long before the rest of me sat up and took notice.

Anyway, it was just a little thing that made today rather cool. Although I was already feeling rather good, since last night I--how does the Purity Test put it?--"gave a back or neck rub or massage with an ulterior motive" and it totally worked. *smirks* Tequila was involved. And other alcohol, too. For shame, Hana.

Actually, I've been thinking about looking into massage therapy classes, maybe. I mean, mum's a massage therapist, but I really don't remember a whole hell of a lot from her, which is terrible. It also shocked me to realise recently, that I haven't had a full body massage from her since I was...14? A couple back/neck rubs with her Hands Which Know No Mercy, but no, I sort of fell out of practice at playing massage therapist because she wasn't doing it very often herself. Mum's really good at it though, and I know I used to do fairly well. I can do better, which is why I'm thinking classes might be a good plan, sometime in the near future.

Fin.

Current Mood: peaceful
Current Location: home
Current Music: silence

Okay, so, um, Saturday was my best mate

pandoras_evil_t's birthday. Her 21st, in fact. Big shindig like thing planned. Ish.

Well, dinner at Valentines where we all dressed v. v. nice and somehow managed not to get pished or spend a hell of a lot on the bar tab. And then Damo, Ange, Anita and I were off out on the town (after Ange and I did some creative changing in the car to clothes more fit for bar crawling).

But, let me start at the beginning.

Early afternoon found me frustrated and swearing, as my attempts at ironing the wrinkles out of my dress appeared to be... nonexistant. Given that it's a dryclean only dress and I had to use the low setting on the iron, I mean, I don't know. I don't know a fucking thing about ironing, but the wrinkles were not fucking off. And then Ange texted me asking if I wanted to come over early, watch some SG-1, and still hang out while she and Damo were off at Zuki's where she was getting all sorts of pampered.

I still hadn't straightened my hair. But okay. Shoved things into a bag, and headed on over. A couple streets away from her place, I looked down and, to my shock, disovered a Samsung mp3 player that, while clearly having been run over at least once (the headphones were crushed) was still intact and working. And whoever it was that lost it has a fairly decent taste in music. Now I just gotta find myself the software, somewhere, somehow...

Watched SG-1. Ange came home in time to just about cry over Daniel dying after pulling a Spock. And then we had a minor Danielgasm at the special features tribute to him. Hee.

Dinner was fine. She got lots of cool gifts, and I was almost (but not quite) tempted to try the baby octopus they had on offer... but they were just a little too disturbing. And Ange wasn't nearly drunk enough for us to trick/dare her into trying one. No matter.

First bar we were at, decided to play some pool, doubles--Me and Anita vs. Ange and Damo, which was mostly us against Damo. Ange had only played pool once before, and, well, she's never really been known for her gaming prowess. But it's not like Anita and I kicked ass. We did win the first game, and then rather spectacularly lost the second game. And owe our final victory to Ange, although the chances of us winning that one seemed a mite better than theirs, any how.

Highlights of the game include:
Ange sinking the white ball plent of times, but the only times she sunk any other ball was the black ball to bring them, and then us, to victory.
Damo being the only one to knock the white ball off the table.
Damo aiming for either two of balls and bouncing the white over both of them straight into the middle pocket.
Not to mention a couple of shots I made that, well, it was a fluke I actually sunk a ball. But still, we had a lot of fun.

Also, while we were playing, we were... approached by a group of guys on a Stag night. They each had a list of things they had to do, and, well, we helped them out a little. Um. I helped them out most. See, the groom needed to acquire a pair of women's panties.

So I sold mine to him for $20.

And then I ended up giving up my pantyhose to one of the other guys, while Ange gave another her stockings.

This may be whiy I oughtn't go out on the town anymore. I do crazy stuff that involves a fair amount of shamelessness, and, usually, a lacking of sobriety. I go and do it stone fucking sober. Go me!

We wandered around a couple other places, but the music was rather shite and I didn't have a real hankering for getting pished. Also, I forgot to think about the fact that straightening my hair and not wearing my glasses makes me not resemble my passport photo so much. Once place I had to give my name and birthdate and have both bouncers look at me vs. my picture. Anyway, we went home about one something in the morning.

Slept late; missed Anita leaving but found $20 she dropped by the door. Um, decided to watch Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure 'til Ange and Damo got up. Not long afer they got up and the movie finished, we went to the Base to look into acquire Season 6 of SG-1. Well, first we had lunch at BK, where I had possibly the best burger I have had in ages. The Ultimate Double Whopper? It's... a proper size burger. With, like, all sorts of tasty ingredients. I was very satisfied.

Anyway, Wharehouse at the Base didn't have Season 6, but the Hilcrest store did, so we went over there and got it, plus a couple of movies, and some meat for dinner, then we went to Ange's mum's. She'd taken most of Ange's presents and the leftover cake home just so we didn't have to worry about them in the car while we were out on the town. Grabbed all that stuff and then went back to their place.

Yay, watched the first couple discs... had kinda forgotten how cute in a lost puppy kind of way Corin Nemec/Jonas Quinn can be. Also was amused at the return of McKay, after the poor guy got shipped off to Siberia (although he was being a right royal prick, that time). Still, I love me some SG-1.

And now I'm caught up on my f-list. Yay.

Fin.

Current Mood: crazy
Current Music: BEP - Let's Get Retarded

This is kind of a fun one.

...a random fact of your early childhood: Once, my brother, two of our neighbors and I were messing around in this storm drain pretending to be the TMNT (I was so Donatello) and we heard some kids passing by, so my brother yelled, "Kowabunga!"

...a fond musical memory: Listening to Savage Garden really loud in our conservatory at Pearson's Ave, and daydreaming about my Stargate SG-1/Gargoyles/Star Wars crossover. *laughs* Or slut dancing to "Lady Marmalade" with

murkeye at Homecoming senior year even though we were not speaking to each other at the time.

...why you think you would or wouldn't like your 15 year old self if you met them: I'd like my 15 year old self 'cause I was so happy and just truly starting on the path to becoming how I am now.

...something slightly unusual that you do: I neatly arrange chips on the tray before I put it in the oven.

...something people don't always believe about you: my age? My taste in alcohol? The things I'll do for bar tabs? *shrugs*

...something that confuses people about you: my accent.

...what's been one of the highlights of the year so far: only one of them? Hmmm... doing the wet t- contest.

...whether there's someone you're glad to have met though dislike: Shit. I don't know. I want to misread that 'though' to say 'through' which would be easy to answer--

pandoras_evil_t--but someone I'm glad I've met though I now I dislike him/her? Well...

mintkisu, I guess.

...something about the person who started you on LJ: Well... technically Leah is the first to have introduced me to lj, not that I can recall her username. But then

d_e_l_i_r_i_u_m told me about

paris_cafe which is how I found

virginhuntress who gave me the code to get myself an lj. How fucked up is that? :P

...a recent thought of yours: "Pigs sweat, men perspire, women glow." Fond memories of a visit to Dawn's where I said something about how girls don't sweat, they glow, and her dad started laughing 'cause of the other reason girls can be glowing.

Fin.

Current Mood: accomplished
Current Music: Tadpole - "For me"

Who says you need to go out on the town to have a good time? Oh. My gods. Last night was such a crack up. I was on the computers chatting to Matt and playing Hexic until about ten. I was tired, so I thought I'd go back to the hall. I didn't really expect I'd go to bed and get to sleep--who could sleep when people were bound be loud and everywhere for the next several hours in their inebriated state? So no. I came back to the hall, and joined the people sitting out on the porch. I think at that time it was only Annalise, Victoria, and Liz.
Texting conversations with Liz's ex ensued. For one thing, Liz was texting Anthony. But Annalise was also, anonymously, texting him and giving him hell. We decided to fuck with him a little bit. Liz pretended to have no idea who was harassing Anthony. Annalise was pretending she must have got a wrong number but was going to be rude 'cause he was being rude. But then he decided to be all nice to Annalise so she hit on him just to see how he'd react. It didn't get too out of hand or anything, but it was amusing.
Then we were joined by Sarah G, Donald, Lisita, and Lisita's friend Sarah Gray. Sarah and Lisita were both v. v. drunk. At one point Lisita sat on my feet because she didn't see them resting on the chair. And she sat on Annalise's foot once. She'd keep knocking her chair off the deck and onto the grass when she went to sit down. It's so funny because Lisita gets quite defensive when she's drunk. Always ready to get into a fight if someone says something she takes offense to.
Annalise taught Donald a version of "up a tree" he'd never heard before... "Donald and Sarah up a tree, doing what they shouldn't be." 'Cause.... well, I'm not quite sure what's going on, if anything, with Sarah G and Donald. Maybe it's nothing. And maybe there's something to what Annalise and Victoria seem to be hinting at.
Gods, we talked about so many things. I just ended up laughing so much. Or I chased after Liz. At one point, she went out front of the hall, and she ended up showing off to these guys from Wally D, well, not just her nipple piercing. Oh no, she unded her belt, pulled down her pants, and let them see her clit and labia piercings. *shakes head* And I thought I was shameless. Her only complaint was the fact she hadn't shaved in a while 'cause she hadn't been getting laid, so there was quite the pube growth going on. Lisita's friend also helped me when Liz wanted to throw up, and then she got distracted by eating. *shakes head*
Liz was almost falling asleep on the floor... she was lying down in the door to the common room. I had her in giggles when I came over and started tickling her exposed belly. Then, Sarah Gray tried to help me lift Liz to her feet and possibly get her to bed--and then we nearly tripped over Sarah G who lay down on the floor of the entrance hall right behind us. Liz tried to tickle her. Victoria got pictures on her phone.
And then, for whatever reason, Sarah G handed out two cans of whipped cream. One was vanilla, the other chocolate. *dies* And thus ensued a huge cream fight. She has no idea how, when, or where, but somewhere in there Sarah G got hit on the head quite hard. Remember this. Anyway, I got cream all over my face and on my sweater. I ended up having a bit of a battle with Sarah G which involved putting cream in our hand and then smushing it all over the other person's face. She chased me around with the can of chocolate cream trying to get me back. It was about that time I decided it was time to just retreat totally, and clean up. The sweater went into the laundry box, and I decided to do a bit of late night washing.
Annalise was all tired, so she ended up getting a bit stroppy. She was the first to go to bed so she wouldn't snap and be a total party pooper. It was kind of funny 'cause she got so irritable but knew she couldn't reason with the drunks. Thus, she went to bed.
I was cleaning up, but Sarah G, Liz, and Lisita all were so covered they needed showers to get clean. *laughs* Three drunk girls using the three showers. Two of them musically inclined. Ensue singing, joined by Sarah G, that was really, really fucked up. And then they were just talking. But Sarah G couldn't remember my name. It made me laugh so hard. She suddenly got it into her head that I hit her in the head with cream, which is why she had the bruise. But, my name eluded her. I became "the American girl" (as I've always dreaded. Gah!). Lisita was confused and asked what American girl. "She lives by the kitchen!" was the reply.
I couldn't let that down, so I wrote on the whiteboard, "Sarah G- I am not American! no love, Hana. P.S. I only lived there for 5 years!" Of course there were other things written on the board. Like, "What do you think of cock?" --one of Annalise's txts to Anthony. And Lisita wrote, "I don't drunk." whatever the hell THAT was supposed to mean.
Five of us ended up going over the Bindaloe--OMG could we smell the weed in the corridor between their hall and the dinint hall--and going around on the balcony to their common room. Thankfully James was in there (probably stoned out of his mind as he watched Hellboy)(sidenote:

abe_kroenen is love) and he let us in through a window so we could nick back the PS2. Then we trekked all the way back the way we came (instead of going into the hallway and out the door, oh no). Set up the PS2, put in Love Actually... and then just about everyone went to bed. Sarah Gray and I stayed up to watch Love Actually though. *dies* Love, love, love that movie, and those men!
Kate and Kirsti went to the school uniform party. I love how we can depend on at least one guy from Wally D to end up at a dance wearing a dress. At the ball it was Chunky. This time it was Brad. Kate had brought her whip and had it taken off her because it was a 'weapon.' Apparently some girls scolded the pair of them for what they were wearing--or rather, not wearing. Neither had skirts or pants on. Kate made Kirsti moon us because she has such a fine ass. (she does, really.)
Finally the movie ended, and I went to bed at four in the morning. *grins* Only got seven hours of sleep 'cause Victoria was in the kitchen regalling Sarah G about all the shenanigans in a loud voice at about eleven. So I got up, and gave her hell, and Lisita hell. 'Specially 'bout the fact Lisita had told us that if we told anyone what she did, she'd kill us. They amuse me so, so much.
We're supposed to, pretty much all of us, go out on Saturday night. Ought to be a blast.

Fin.

Current Mood: jubilant
Current Music: No music. I am in the ~worst~ computer chair ever...

To spellcheck:

'Chittering' is so a word. Leave me to take artistic liberties in peace. But otherwise, keep up the good work.

Sincerly yours,
Another fucking writer

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To the boy who threw a chocolate bar at me as he drove past:

Thanks, mate! The chocolate was nice, if broken by the fall. The girls were envious. I've never had boys throw anything at me when they drive past, all admiring-like. Does this mean I should take more evening strolls wearing a dress?

Gratefully yours,
Chocolate Fiend in a Dress

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To the spider who picked the wrong room to invade:

You're not as big as the spiders that tried invading my parents' house last autumn. Yet you still served to reconfirm my arachniphobia. You're black, largish, and too near my bed. That's why you had to die.

My condolences,
Your Executioner

P.S. To the cockroach who got away: your thorax is mine if I ever find you.

P.P.S. Don't you ants get comfortable. And stay away from my honey!

-

To the hot water tap:

Work properly damn you. I need to do my dishes before the ants find them.

Impatiently yours,
One of the less messy inhabitants

-

Dearest Father:

Your text said 9. I missed SVU to talk with you, but you didn't show. I refuse to skip the last ep. of Numb3rs for anything. I'll get back to you later.

Reproachfully yours,
Your daughter

P.S. Your texts in all caps leave me with the feeling I'm being shouted at, even when you're not.

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Yo, ~~Army Boy~~ Adam

No, I am not Came the French girl. I am Hana the wet t-shirt contest girl. Her hair wais black, and she went back to Frog-a-go-go land three months ago.

No flashing for you,
Not-Came

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Dear Hana's Brain:

You let me dream about sexing up Viggo Mortensen? THANK YOU! Was it as good for you as it was for me?

Love from,
Hana's Body

P.S. V. nice of you to let

macjinx to sex Viggo up too.

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TO ALL MY FRIENDS:

I love you. Consider this a geneneral expression of my contnuing affection and loyalty. More specific reinforcements of this sentiment may ensue. Letting you know, in case I haven't said anything lately and you were wondering. Even if you weren't. If I have done anything to make you feel neglected or unappreciated, I hereby apologise.

Much, much love,
Hana

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I was talking to

diea last night, discussing phobias. Agoraphobia came up. And thus we began talking about space and how there's just so much of it. And she asked, "Which is worse? That the universe may go on for ever and ever without end, or that there is an end to it all out there somewhere?"
Immediately an image came to my mind of someone in an EVA suit, poking at the edge of the universe. I laughed. Another thought ocurred to me, so I said, "Hahahaha, wouldn't it be funny though, if we got to the end of the universe and it was patched up with duct tape?" After all, duct tape, like the force, has a light side, dark side, and binds the universe together. She laughed too, before replying that that, in turns, begs the question of just who put the duct tape there.
Come on. It's the end of the universe! There's going to be grafitti. There'll be these alien glyphs, and they won't translate to something ideal like, "You're not alone." Oh no. It will say something like, "Mike wuz here." It won't just end there, though. There'll be some more glyphs that have an arrow pointing to that and say, "Mike iz a faggot." But then it's like, Mike came back to check it out: "Wtf is this? I wuz here but not as a faggot. I'm trying to make a statement here!!!!1"*

Heh, when I told that to Matt last night, he was amused as well. And then he started telling me about just about every single joke and fun thing about Fallout 2. Which, well, I don't own and have never played. But I would apparently enjoy because the humour appeals to me. Not to mention all the Star Wars references. Hee.
One of the Bindaloe Boys shaved his head for Canteen. Donald. Heh, the others call him Donza. *shakes head* Remember when I had that big crush on Giles? Good thing it's dead or I'd probably be hating Kate. I think she's got... something... going on with him. Liz thinks Kate's hot. I wouldn't say Kate's hot. I wouldn't say she's hideous or anything, she's just not my definition of a hot woman. (Although, in general, the handful of women I actually find hot do have dark hair. But Kate doesn't do it for me.)
So there's all this maintainence going on our hall. They're repainting and everything. It makes me laugh 'cause we're an all girls' hall and we have the painters in. None of the other girls get that though, so I don't say anything about it to them. Georgia is an unknown in Kiwi-a-go-go land. In fact, until I mentioned it to Liz, using "having the painters in" as a euphemism for the menses isn't something she'd heard before. *laughs* I have the painters in right now. And we're getting painted. Oh I kill me.
Still. The other day I was reading Soul Music. I love Disc novels. But omg, I could have done a headdesk when I got one of the jokes. It wasn't so much that I'd not caught the joke before. It's that it took me hours later, as I lay down getting ready to sleep, that it suddenly hit me. Imp y Celyn. He changes is name to Buddy. 'y Celyn' is supposed to mean Holly. Buddy Holly. *hits head repeatedly on desk* I felt so dumb for not catching that on the spot.

galindaupland is doing a hate meme if you feel like ranting anonymously. Okay I think that's all for now. *goes off to read a Cate-fic*

Fin.

*Joke shamelessly borrowed from Dane Cook. But it wuz perfect.

Edit: Some chick on the bus into town had a box with a baby bird in it. It was funny because it was hungry and had its mouth wide open for food as it twittered and stuff... and when the girl finally got off, I heard these two women up front discussing their surpise 'cause they hadn't been able to figure out where the cheeping came from before they saw the girl with the box.

Edit II: Fuck it. ( Quiz result )

Current Mood: creative
Current Music: Dane Cook - "Speak 'N Spell"

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.

Current Mood: restless
Current Music: Aqua "Aquarius"

I am so sick of homosexuals trying to push everything onto us. And it really has just started to happen within oh say the past 20 years. You would NEVER see this happening before maybe the 80's. And another thing. In no way shape or form can you relate this to the black situation back in the 60's. Black people have no control over their skin color. Homosexuals have a lifestyle choice. It is their choice.
link

Bull. Shit.

I don't know if it's PMS or not, but damn, things I've been reading lately seem to be setting me off. If it's not a book about the bloody Crusades pissing me off because of the stupid fucking Church and the arrogant bastards on the crusade... then it's idiotic homophobes railing against the 'gay agenda'. For them, I offer this icon:
STFU

Ignorant fucktards.
Remind me not to tell my parents when I'm sick. One tells me to go to the doctor. The other gets all nurse on me and asks lots of questions and suggests it might be half a dozen different ailments, and if this or that doesn't help it, to go see a doctor. I hate getting perscribed medicine for illnesses. At the very least, I'm going to need to get over this hate by the time I have kids of my own because I can't demand they tough it out like I do if they get sick. That would be unreasonable. And risky.
Anyway. Tonight's a good night for TV watching, yay. Scrubs + CSI (NY) + Numb3rs. And tomorrow is the body painting finals. None of the girls will be there offering support, though. They're all going to be at the Fitz cheering on Kate as she's in that body painting competition. Pah, I don't need their cheers anyway.

Fin.

Current Mood: lethargic
Current Music: so dense

I officially gave Peter the boot. No response. This might be because I did it over text, but considering he was avoiding me pretty much, it was going to be a mission to see him to break up with him. What a pussy bitch. I'm severly disappointed in how he handled this. Quite honestly I prefer if a guy is straight upfront about ditching me. It might sting, but it's quick and eventually I'll respect him for it. If it gets drawn out or he uses pretty words to spare my feelings, I'm going to end up more pissed off and vengeful than if he'd just said, "Listen, I don't us want to be together anymore."
So I went out last night, a free and independant woman, with Sarah, Victoria, and Annalise. It was really cool; we were the only people on that bus into town, and we had TWO security guards. And when we got there we managed to persuade the Scarfies guy to give us two free drink tickets instead of one, and give us a ride to Scarfies itself. For some reason, my order of a double bourban and coke was... misheard? Because I got given a beer. It was nice beer, but still. Wtf?
We all went and played pool (Annalise & Victoria vs. me & Sarah). And we stuck to vodka drinks for the rest of the night like Sarah. In the first game Sarah pulled off this brilliant move that sunk three balls in one go. I screwed up at one point and sunk one of the wrong balls on accident. We lost that one. And then in the next game we almost had our asses thrashed but we managed to catch up so the loss wasn't nearly as painful as it could have been. At one point I figured I really need to trim my nails as when I snatched Vic away from distracting Sarah I accidentally stabbed her. But then Victoria and Annalise wanted to dance, and I didn't want to risk having my ass kicked by playing Sarah alone.
Unfortunately for Vic and Annalise the dance floor wasn't open yet (for some reason they only seem to open it a few minutes before the first round in the body painting comp. This makes the rest of the place really crowded) so they went out to have a smoke. While getting a drink I spotted my friend Liz but then I couldn't find her to talk to her once I had my drink. Wandering around with Sarah for a little bit until the dance floor opened up where we met up with Liz and her friend Mel. And Annalise and Victoria found us.
Sometime after when we got bored with dancing, lost track of Annalise and Vic, and didn't really want to wait around to see all the body painting contestants (haha, I ran into one of the girls who painted me and we consulted on a new idea since the other idea I'd had got used by someone else), well, Sarah and I disappeared out back to the pool tables again. It was really quite amusing and kinda scary how these two guys quickly came and sat opposite us at the table we were at.
Ended up in another game of pool, this time it was me and one of the guys (Adrian, who bought me a drink, who totally had his eyes on me, who only turned 18 nearly five months ago...) against Sarah and if I knew his name, I completely forgot. We lost, but I sunk a lot more balls than usual--amusing and strange, given my inebriation--and never sunk the white in any of the games I played. And then Annalise, Vic, Sarah, the guy she was hanging with, Adrian and I all wandered off. We ended up in Diablos.
And then Adrian and I lost track of the others (don't look at me like that. :P) but we ended up meeting a few of his friends outside later and all of us walked home. It was really cold last night. But at some point I took of my shoes. My laces had come loose on one shoe and when I went to untie them they knotted, so I was said "screw that!" and took them off. I was all right for a while, but eventually I slipped them back on.
I was too wired to go to bed immediately so I came into the comp lab (where there were still two people, ha) and messed around for a little bit. I almost made a drunken post but decided not to. Did make a drunken comment but I took care and I think there was only one error that I didn't fix. Finally I felt tired enough that I pretty much passed out. I was really cold though, despite all my blankets, the heater, and wearing a sweater and socks to bed (which I don't usually, because I get too hot in the night). Ehh. Woke up early enough.

Fin.

Current Mood: mellow
Current Music: nahnahnahnahna...

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.

Current Mood: thoughtful
Current Music: argh

I was amazingly not nervous or self-conscious at all last night. I mean, you'd think, just the thought of parading about on stage in my underwear and little else but paint would cause a case of the nerves. Mno. I don't get it. I used to hate being on stage, in front of people, being looked at, let alone having all that done with me barely dressed! When, oh when, did I abandon my self-consciousness to the point of being just a tad bit insane to do this shit stone cold sober? At night. In the winter. Fuck it was cold.

As per Brad's instructions, I got to Scarfies at around 8:30 just like everyone else. He introduced me to this one girl who'd also been in the wet t- contest, not that I remembered her, and she promptly introduced me to her girlfriend. So I hung out with a pair of lesbians, which wasn't bad, except for the moments when they made out and I felt like such a third wheel. Not to mention I was cold, and dancing wasn't making me warm.

( And what happened next? )

Fin.

Current Mood: awake
Current Music: Aqua "Aquarius"

So, yeah, I'm not going to make a post-reading-HBP-opinion post. I've left comments strewn about, yes, but I'm not making an entry. I've developed my opinions, theories, and hurrah'd my true predictions. It's something I'd much rather discuss with someone than turn into another somewhat ranty entry. Nevertheless, despite the fact that on occasion I felt like I was reading a fanfiction, I did still enjoy the book. Particularly chapter two. And that is all I will say here. For now.
Wednesdays are my new easy day in my schedule. We lost three girls in the hall from last semester, and gained two others. I'm not sure what the other two are studying.
I got a call last night about the body painting. Yes, I'm doing it. I have to be there really early, like. Hope I get a decent artist to paint me. No idea WHAT I'm going to have painted on me, but hopefully it will turn out well. Free bar tab, anyway!

Fin.

Current Mood: sleepy
Current Music: clickety clack

Used up all but 11c of credit on my phone last night. That's 11 cents from an original $35 that I got way back a Christmastime. So I topped it up today. Now I can flirt and tease Peter again (although the last two texts were about the news, actually. It was interesting going online to see how lj was taking it). I also got a text this morning from the guy at Scarfies asking if I was interested in being in their next promo: body painting.
Will think about this. Will ask for details, too, methinks. *does so*
Ooh, hey, House is on tonight. Yay for snark. "I know why you like it." "Yeah?" "Because of the snark." From going to asking what, exactly, IS snark to knowing why I like many of the shows I like without me having explicity stated as such... Alright, no more waxing eternal and reminsiscing about times with the boy.
Had Andrea over last night, to watch some movies. Equilibrium, Spawn, and O Brother Where Art Thou. Had quite a nice night. I even managed to make somewhat decent French toast. Or is that Freedom toast now? I think it could have been better, but it was passable. And smothered in butter and maple syrup as mine was (I love that word. Smothered. *snicker*)
Haha, every time a text comes in, the computer speakers static a little, and you just have to sit there and see which phone is going to beep/click/vibrate. Body painting: "Starts on thursday nights in 2 weeks time. There is 2 prizes. One for best boy and one 4 best girl. You can get any one you want to paint you or I can get some one 4 you. You get painted out the back and only come on stage after you're painted and most are usually nude although some wear a g string. Every person gets a bar tab just like the last time. The prizes are $1000 cash."
Oh bloody fucking hell. If only I could borrow

pandoras_evil_t's boy Damian to paint me--he's a bloody good artist. Hmmm. I will have to think about this.

Fin.

Current Mood: flirty
Current Music: Ehhehehe....

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.

Current Mood: sleepy
Current Music: honoured, really.

Sitting at the bus stop, huddled with Peter for warmth, we got one call for PDA--they must have thought we were makin' out, though we weren't b/c of his damned coldsore. Later Peter heard someone saying, "It's the same couple from last time!" Hah, yes, last time, where my hickies came from. They probably recoginsed us because of my sweater, but the notoriety was amusing.
Didn't really intend to drink, but of course the Scarfie's guy was at the bus stop when the lot of us (a grand total of six) arrived from Massey. He gave us all two free drink tickets where usually we only get one. And he kindly gave us girls (don't know who they were, one of them knew what hall I was from though) a ride to Scarfies since it was pissing down with rain. So, when Peter showed up I got us each a free drink, but that was all we had.
My friend Liz showed up with her perfect boyfriend (he treats her like a queen) and Shan in tow, as she decided to enter the second heat of the wet t-shirt competition for the bar tab. I saw one of the girls from last week who didn't make it; she re-entered (and didn't make it again... how depressing). Shall be amusing next week since both Liz and I will be in the finals.
Last night when I was waiting for it to be time to go I caught most of this movie, Fear, and thought of

macjinx. Because it had William Peterson. It also had Reese Witherspoon, Mark Wahlberg, & Amy Brennerman, but whenever I see WP I think of our dear Olivia. It was hard not to call him Gil Grissom though.

Oh look, a meme:

1. I _____ Hana.
2. Hana is _____.
3. If I were alone in a room with Hana, I would _____.
4. I think Hana should _____.
5. Hana needs_____.
6. I want to tell Hana _____.
7. I want to _____ Hana.
8. Someday Hana will _____.
9. Hana reminds me of _____.
10. Without Hana _____.
11. Memories of Hana are _____.
12. Hana can be _____.
13. Worst thing about Hana is _____.
14. Best thing about Hana is _____.
15. I am _____ with Hana.

I don't know if I'll be online at all this weekend, as I shall be down in Wellington visiting my brother. Dad and Suzy arrive today to spend the night with me and then I go down with them tomorrow. Thankfully the option to hang out with Iain over them was offered so I don't end up too bored. :D It will be cool to see Iain again. Maybe I'll meet up with a friend of his, Joss, that

pandoras_evil_t used to have a class with way back in first form (6th grade), who remembers the pair of us.
So, have a good weekend everybody, I shall miss you and hopefully catch up with you on Monday or Tuesday (my time). :D

Fin.

Current Mood: rushed
Current Music: *yawn*

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.

Current Mood: flirty
Current Music: heeeyyy, hey baby