... in which there is lunching.

I'd like to start by demonising the bus service. However, that would stroke its ego and make it think it had more control over the lives of people than it really does. So I won't.

Instead, I would like to thank everyone who helped pass notes in class today:
- Miss Amy, for her stellar efforts (oh, the pun-age) as general organiser of trade routes
- K, the crucial connection in the circuit that is our circus, and backstage manager, goddess of what goes on behind the scenes
- B, the mute Cassandra who gesticulated wildly from the window
- and Sjazz, the ball of squee, subject of today's dramatic suspense and silliness.

Newcastle didn't happen for me today. But, some day soon, something similar will.

Also: it's a zombified teddy bear playing the ukulele!
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Or, rather, it's a t-shirt of mine with that graphic printed on it. Either way, though, I think you'll agree that it's damn fine. His name is Hannah (because Hannah has played the uke at both SUMS camps now), and his nickname is Momo (I don't know why... Full Metal Panic comes to mind).
... in which there is a spotlight in an otherwise shadowy room, a chair, and two rather angry smoking men who want some damn answers.

Or one pretty non-smoking girl who would like to interview me. Take your pick.

1. Your favourite music when you were thirteen?
Hmm, 13 would make me a Yr 8 kid... to be honest I don't know. I know I sung in the musical Oliver that year. Does that count?

2. First crush: fuzzy memory or embarassing nightmare?
Option three: a girl! "What? Ew!" I hear you say, but I tell you honestly that my first crush was female. Or at least, the first time I thought I had a crush, I thought I had a crush on a girl. I was in Yr 4 though, so it probably wasn't actually a crush. Hmm, I wonder howmany times I can say crush in one answer... CRUSH CRUSH CRUSH. My first proper boy crush still sort of tingles with crushiness. The second and third crushes were closer to nightmarish embarrassment than memoric fuzz, though.

3. Wonderjocks? Good idea or barking mad?
The WONDERJOCK!! [livejournal.com profile] highlyeccentric and I once spent an entire thread detailing a stall we would set up inside/outside/inside/on Bosch (a building on campus) at which we would conduct Serious Scientific Experiments on the effects of the Wonderjock. It claims to enhance the appearance of the male package (read: size of bulge), so I'm sure you can all imagine the sorts of experiments and hands-on research we would have had to conduct.

As for my answer: I don't see the point - as soon as your boy or girl gets them off (or you get them off for your boy or girl), the illusion would be shattered and disappointment would be had, thus ruining the moment and ending any possibility of sex occurring between you and said boy or girl that night/day/time period. Clearly then they are barking mad. Also, I would be worried about how obvious they made things while fully clothed.

4. Fictional character you'd happily marry?
Assuming I lived in California OH WAIT NO THAT DOESN'T APPLY ANYMORE. Assuming I lived somewhere gay marriage was all good, I'd marry Peter from Bare (once he was old enough :p). Sadly, there really aren't enough heroes who are queer. Actually, I can't think of too many male characters, gay or straight, for whom I swoon. I'd love to marry someone like Spider (Anansi Boys - Neil Gaiman) if I were of the right gender he were of the right persuasion, but I'd constantly be wishing that I had those kinds of powers and he'd probably get sick of me asking him to do stuff for me. I might go for Tristan (Stardust - Neil Gaiman), actually - we'd be on equal footing, magically speaking, but we'd get to live in a world where even not-particularly-magical beings get to use magic. I'd prefer running water, though, actually.

5. What's your Happy Music?
I actually don't have Happy Music. There's Katie Noonan and a couple others who I'll play when I'm positively charged, but nothing I have undoes a negative charge. Some of my music gets me dark and supercharged (mainly The Butterfly Effect or, oddly enough, Evanescence - there's just something in there that I respond to), making me feel like I should be looking up at people from my hung head while smiling twistily, demonically, with eyes rolled back into my skull - it's a power trip. Some of my music gets me to the brink of tears (Absolution from Bare being a prime example), which can be cathartic I guess. And there's some stuff that just makes me feel like writhing in my skin in a solo dance of aural, mental sex (Army of Me by Bjork, and also Play Dead, come to mind; don't ask me why). But I don't really have Happy Music for use in cases of emergency. I might try Pilgrim's Hands next time I need Happy Music, actually - it's so heart-warming when Peter jumps in to help. Sigh...

If anyone would like to interviewed by me, feel free to ask!
phrasemuffin: Bare: A Pop Opera (bare)
( Nov. 14th, 2008 12:53 am)
OH! The other thing I meant to mention about the CD Assignment was that I used BARE!!! Twice! Legitimately! And Academically! WOOT!

Track Listing
phrasemuffin: Bare: A Pop Opera (muffins invade)
( Nov. 13th, 2008 02:19 pm)
... in which David is the worst university student EVER!

Why, you ask? Because for my last essay, which I handed in two days late (incurring a 4% penalty), I referenced Wikipedia. Not once, not twice, but thrice! (Also, for one of them, the reference was bogus; I did not get my information there, but could not remember which page I had seen it on.) So while the late fee costs me practically nothing, given that my essay on the post-Beatles works of John Lennon is full of references to a dodgily verified Participatory Media source, four songs, a YouTube clip of an interview and only one real, actual, proper source... well, I think you get the picture. The other essay I had due on Monday was not actually an essay; it was liner notes for a compilation CD of songs related to a political issue. Mine? Prop 8 and Gay Marriage. 46 minutes of music (though I would have liked to have had a lot more on there), 1500 words discussing how the music relates to gay marriage (both lyrics AND the actual music). Was one of the best assignments I've ever had to do.

In other news, I'M FINISHED! Sure, I still have two subjects to complete next year, but they're basically just performing in SUMS and writing two essays (total - one each semester)so I'M FINISHED! Graduation ceremony is ONE YEAR AWAY! (+/- small fragments of time)

Thirdylymost, my braces come off in two weeks from yesterday. You do not know how many kitten-like balls bundles of joy this fills me with. Four years of orthodental torture, prepare to be smited... smoted... smitten?

High fives? :D
phrasemuffin: Bare: A Pop Opera (abominations)
( Nov. 6th, 2008 12:17 am)
where and when should I be looking for results on Prop 8? While I don't really need to know, per se, it would be helpful for my Music and Politics final essay.

Am yet to even think of a topic for 60s. Eep; only four days left!

Oh, and Margaret Cho is pretty damn awesome. Find and osmote her, people!
Last week I was likened to an accessory - something pretty that everyone wants to play with. I suspect it was meant as a compliment. It was not received as such, possibly because I feel like that sometimes. Then again, maybe it just wasn't a nice thing to say.

Yesterday, while I wasn't there, someone else told another someone else that I help with matters of the brain, and then told me (when I got there) that I always get her out of trouble. I like that that trumps the accessory analogy.

Paintball was fun, but painful. We went for Theodora's 21st, and it required waking up far too early because it was in Rouse Hill, but it was good. Some of the group were scarily into it; Cyn and I contemplated what games like paintball reflect from society, and then went and shot people. I think I got one or two people the entire day. I was only 'killed' twice, but I kept running out of ammunition, so I had to get off the field. Most of the hits on me just bounced off, which meant they hurt more than when they explode (which is how you're 'killed' - they leave a "wound"). Theo got me on the visor across my left eye; she was on my team; it may have been ricochet as she was behind me. Thankfully, the only marks I have on me are a bruise on my right shin bone and maybe two on my left side across my lower rib, however my legs are killing me today. Also, the army-style onesies didn't fit anyone except Cyn.

I had another interview on Tuesday, before uni, for a calls job. They were supposed to call me by Thursday to let me know what's going on with training this Wednesday, but I haven't heard from them, so I'll call tomorrow. Also have to call about my 21st venue. Anyway, hopefully this means I have a new job with decent pay. After that, I had a group presentation for Politics; Julie and I wanted to kill Andrew because he'd pretty much looked at what we were doing and decided to go off on a completely irrelevant tangent designed to illustrate how evil and wrong the organisation we were looking at is, purely to start a fight. Pretty sure we hurt his feelings half an hour before we were up only to get him to realise he was damaging the group, which did deflate him for the better, but he still energised the audience; most of them didn't like him to begin with, so what he said was still enough to get them to fight him. Wish he'd just listened in the first place.

Oh, and the Dead Letter Chorus album launch was last night! WOOT! It went swimmingly, if you ignore the sound guy (who should have been shot for Violence Against Music). Almost the whole family was there, which was really nice, and we ended up buying both the album and their EP. We bought the EP once before, but it was mysteriously lost the same night before we got home. I really wish Mike was the vocalist, not Cam, but I guess Cam can't help not being as tonal as others. And Gabby's voice is still amazing :D
phrasemuffin: Bare: A Pop Opera (hidden camera)
( Oct. 24th, 2008 11:11 am)
... in which things are not as they seem.

Interview was a load of crap this morning. I'm not just saying that because I didn't get the job (though I probably wouldn't care as much if I had); I'm saying it because it was a load of crap.

"Hey guys, come in. We're just going to ask you to stand up, tell us your name, and then answer the five questions on your sheets of paper. And we want you to be stupid; don't take this seriously."

First, I have a problem with them telling us they want us to act stupid.

Second, I have a problem with the questions they asked: Why is a manhole cover round? Italian or Mexican? Do you sit in the front seat of a cab or the back and why? If you randomly found $10,000, what would you do with it? Etc?

Third, I have a problem with the fact that it lasted all of five minutes, at which point we were asked to leave so they could discuss our answers. A minute later they pop out, pick two guys (the first to answer questions, who was a goofball from what I could tell, and the guy before me who didn't even dress for the occassion - where was his shirt and tie, and why was it not important for him to be wearing them when we had to?), and tell the other three people that we should all reapply next time... which is when? WHO KNOWS!

Alex was cute though. One of the other guys applying. Footballer, though. Still, eyecandy is eyecandy, and it did soften the blow. I'd have preferred the job, though.
... in which David has to build himself a new disposition.

This week I've been looking for a new job. Harry's only been able to give me one shift a week, so it's been pretty bad lately for me, especially with the crazy numbers of 21sts I've had/will have soon. I still can't believe I spent $500 in one week... I just don't do that! Well, not usually; clearly I have done it. But that is a slight detour - I have been looking for a job, and therefore have been handing out resumes.

To be accurate though, I have actually only given out two, and one of them was given back to me. The first place that was accepting resumes was my localest Angus and Robertson; it was the first place I hit, and I was completely unprepared mentally, which I didn't realise until I was there talking to the girl behind the desk. It didn't help that she just popped up as I was walking up to her - I'd thought I'd have at least a minute to figure out what I'd say while she walked over from whatever dark corner she'd been lurking in. But no. Still, she took the resume and it actually looked promising.

Then I hit EB Games. I think I said something like "Hey, um... ... I'm looking for a job... I was just wondering if you guys have a... special way of doing that..." (as in hand in a resume, application form, or online, but I didn't say that) (and yes, that double ... was an exceptionally long pause); clearly I was still unprepared. Dude Behind Desk was cool though, and told me that I should come back the next day when the manager was in and hand in my resume directly to him. Also told me I should wear shirt and tie to look confident (I'm pretty certain that was because I didn't SOUND confident AT ALL).

Next hit was Dick Smith Electronics, where the guy I spoke to was as much a noobescently bumbling fool as I. Apparently they only work with online applications. I still didn't explain that question, but at least this time when I asked it made me sound like I knew what was may or may not have been going on... sort of. Online, I found that there aren't actually any jobs there anyway, despite Nooby Guy referring to the job I was looking for as 'the' job; not 'a' job, 'the' job.

Everywhere else was kinda lame, and there was no way I'd get a job there anyway; they're all family-run or similar.

Next day I went back to EB and gave the manager my resume. Was completely prepared, and was in shirt and tie, and I have a group interview tomorrow. The idea of a group interview still sort of irks me - mainly because i don't really know how it's going to work - but I have it nonetheless. I asked what I should bring, and Manager said nothing except a copy of my resume, and then handed mine back to me. I found that really really odd, but there you go. Also said I should bring a bright, sunny disposition, but where the buggery am I going to find one of them?

Yesterday and today I was going to go to Burwood and hand out more resumes/applications, but to be honest, I really don't want to. I might go next Monday afternoon. I should; I know that the interview isn't a guarantee that I'll get the job, but I'd like to see how it goes before I move any further in the hunt. It's probably stupid, but there you go.

Tuesday, I might pop down to the Marly to check out their function room after uni. I really need to get on top of my 21st. I might have a chance to check it out tomorrow after the interview, seeing as it's at Broadway and the Marly is Newtown, but I have work at 2 so... we'll see how it goes.
phrasemuffin: Bare: A Pop Opera (Default)
( Oct. 19th, 2008 02:05 am)
Fuck! I wish I could just say the things I want to say! But no, that would end in suicide, and we can't have that; that would be bad. So I'll just bottle everything up and slowly build up resentment towards you, until one day I snap at the wrong person, you blame yourself anyway, and then, what? You go and commit suicide. Yeah. And then I've gone and fucking wasted three years of tolerance on you.

It'd be really nice if I wasn't the only Ear around, you know? FUCK! It'd be one thing if I was getting paid for it, or if, I dunno, my advice and/or suggestions and/or encouragement was ever ever ever listened to, but no; I'm just wrong, I couldn't possibly know how to handle things. It's not like I've ever been Depressed. It's not like I have crippling phobias. It's not like I have your best interests at heart. It's not like your Depression is creeping under my skin, turning into my own. It's not like I have an iota of intelligence, or experience. It's not like you could take a fucking stand for something, just once, step outside of your comfort zone, just once, change one tiny thing for the better, just. once. and benefit from it. No; it's all just too fucking hard.

... in which I expose myself.

1. My second biggest fear is of suddenly waking up. Mainly because I think that I'll find out I blacked out while walking, and that I'll have woken up in hospital with tubes every whichwhere, covered in blood. (Would it all be mine?)

2. My third biggest fear is that my memory is not complete. (Where was I when that girl went missing?)

3. Sometimes - this is going to be one of those "David is a freak" moments, by the way - sometimes I feel a sort of second skin surrounding me; when I've mentioned wings and tails and snakes and those spider-like legs that protrude from my back and... all the ones I can't remember, those were second skins. It's sort of like I'm wearing a suit, but it's also me, to the extent that I can sort of lose my mind to it, go a little bit primitive. Necks look particularly delicious at moments such as these. (I can practically taste your skin, smell your sweat from here.)

4. My fourth biggest fear is that I'm not as Good as I think I am. Sometimes, I wonder what I'm capable of. Sometimes, I think I could just sink my teeth in and not let go. (Those moans sound almost sexual. Almost... but not quite.)

5. Sometimes, I'm filled with this hunger. It's a like a gaping cavern in the pit of my soul that I know won't ever be filled. I don't know what it wants, but in the quiet moments, I hear it. It yawns in silence, but it echoes. (God I need to eat some... thing.)

6. My biggest fear is that, when I hit my head last year, when I knocked myself out on the road, I woke up wrong. (Better.)
... again.

Facebook makes finding people you met on elevators a little too easy, no?

Also, Oscar's apparent manliness is... disconcerting; I now feel he is completely not my type, yet... I still think he's cute and he's obviously musical (he plays the clarinet!), so if randomly bumping into him doesn't work, I can truly say I always had facebook. I just wish I knew if he were single (and a confirmation of his persuasion would be nice, too)! Sigh.

phrasemuffin: Bare: A Pop Opera (Ditz)
( Oct. 16th, 2008 11:25 pm)
I'm a member of MUSE now, the musical theatre society. Kenny asked me to join and attend their AGM so they could achieve quoram (?) and get people sworn in, so I did. I think I'm now auditioning to be in Pirates of Penzance for next year as an added side effect. Woot?

Hannah's been freaking out about being Camp Officer for SUMS again next year, but three minutes before rehearsals started, she told me she wants to do it. Weird. So, as we were having our AGM too, I was elected Co Camp Officer (Deputy) with her (Sheriff). I'll do the stressful things, she'll do the fun things. And drive the trailer. I probably won't stress like she has, at least that's our thinking. If I am affected by it, though, I won't know until I wake up with big, bright red Acne Face again like Year 12. I swear I didn't know I was stressed until that hit... and lasted two years. I had such pretty skin up until then.

Also, because I told a friend I would ask around: Is anyone in need of kittens? There are four apparently up for grabs in a little while - they're still too young to leave their mother, but soon they'll be old enough to be pimped out. Because kittens are the whores of the petverse.
... of which I only have about -0.21%

Internet has been acting up a bit lately. I was only told tonight when I asked my brother what he was sounding upset about during a conversation with my dad. It turns out that we've been going over our limit because of crazy amounts of uploads. Not downloads; uploads. And crazy; crazy like 13.5 gigabites in the space of 8 hours. Crazy like a fox being bitchslapped by upload costs.

It also turns out that there's a pretty big chance it was me. Well, my computer. Well, a stupid program that I have installed that isn't actually supposed to upload when I tell it to stop but sort of does anyway. Well, me, because I didn't know how to fix said problem even after talking to my brother about it and therefore sort of left it to fix itself. Well, my brother, seeing as he didn't fix the damn problem when I told him about it.

Well, me.

It's quite possible that said program uploaded 55+ gigabites in one month. Our plan caps at 60. Oops. Oops I say, while throttling said program, which has finally been uninstalled. Of course, if this had been mentioned a little earlier, I would have gotten rid of said program then and there and we wouldn't have just half our cap left for this month. This month that started about three days ago. Apparently said program was running, uploading against my will, from midnight Wednesday morning to 8am.

There's a chance it could have been pirates, or even people stealing our internet. My dad's friend used to do that a lot, as did my cousin. I don't like that, because it leads to things getting blamed on me. Well, my computer. Well, a stupid... well, you know where this is going.

In happier news though, while I didn't actually see Oscar on Tuesday (which bummed me out rather a bit too much considering I'd only spoken to him once, a week before), I did see him on Wednesday. He was running to get something printed, and there are no printers in the music library, and I had Hannah on my left and long story short she was having a bad day, and we all know that I'm a coward. So, we talked, but not a huge amount (though I think I scored points for both a) taking Music in the Sixties, and b) being enthusiastic about a Credo he may or may not know... actually, I think may have lost points if he did know it, purely based on the way I was enthusiastic), and I was a complete and utter moron and I didn't get his details or give him mine. I did, however, recognise him at first sight, so I give myself points for that.

[livejournal.com profile] areyoustrange, I believe you were right; I am terminally single. And by my own hands, or lack thereof. Dear Neopagan Girl's gods, I hope I get another chance. I haven't asked for any, but I've been given heaps already... I hope I haven't gone over my cap for this boy.
... in which boys find themselves alone in an elevator.

A Chapter To Start An Argument By
... in which there is a first chapter proper.

A Chapter To Begin By
phrasemuffin: Bare: A Pop Opera (abominations)
( Oct. 12th, 2008 06:53 pm)
"she's not a woman; she's a lesbian." - my uncle.

Just one more to add to the list of homophobic things my relatives have said over the years.
... in which there is listage.

We have new additions to our Household Appliance List! A new fridge and a new iron. The fridge is MASSIVE and is one of those combo deals - fridge/freezer in one. It's pretty neat. Sounds as if it's got some pretty heavy machinery behind it's clean lines and smooth surfaces, but that's cool.

The iron, however, while also pretty neat, is also pretty funky. I mean, how many irons do you know that smell like couscous? And how many of them double as sound effect machines? Seriously, today alone I've heard Cat's Purr and Rainforest Insects, and every time you switch it on, you can hear a little steel worker in there banging out his hot rod. It's a little disconcerting. But I love the thing anyway; fuck, it actually works and doesn't burn everything it touches, which is more than I can say for the iron it replaced.

End listage!
... in which we cross the bridge to cut our hands.

Holly's 21st is tonight. Cyn and Matt were supposed to be coming but probably aren't now... which means I'll know no one but Holly (and sort of Luke, her boy); Cyn's sick and Matt had a big night last night. So... fuck. I hate when this happens. At least at Quang's I had Cyn, and at [livejournal.com profile] highlyeccentric's I sort of had [livejournal.com profile] goblinpaladin, and I met [livejournal.com profile] kayloulee. Maybe I can rope Kelly in... it is pretty late notice but

scratch that. Kelly just called; she'll come with. WOOHOO!
phrasemuffin: Bare: A Pop Opera (abominations)
( Oct. 10th, 2008 01:55 am)
... in which questions. (i.e. no)

The squirrels have left my stomach! Yay! I was worried I was still sick this morning when I first woke up; turned out I was just hungry. Score!

Also, the essay I handed in on Tuesday has already been marked. This means I now have Legitimate Reasons for going to the Seymour Centre around 12pm next Tuesday to stalk stalk randomly bump into Oscar again.

Which somehow led my brain to thoughts of Erin's 21st and the whole homophobia thing that happened. Now, I wasn't actually there when That Which Was Said was said, so I don't know how it really went down, but I swear I cannot help but think that Kelly might have been wrong. If I remember correctly, That Which Was Said was something like:
"Manager's friend": Hey, is you're friend gay?
Kelly: Why do you want to know?
"MF": 'Cause my mate behind the bar wants his number.
K, detecting homophobic joking being made at my/Bartender's expense: *glares* If you're mate behind the bar actually wanted my friend's number he'd have the balls to ask himself.
(may or may not have actually been said to his face...)

Now, as I was being told what had gone down, I was admittedly excited - Bartender was cute to boot - and obviously flattered. But Kelly tells me "No, David, he was being a prick, making fun of you because you're gay" which then proceeded to slowly rot my insides and ruin my night (not because of the rotting - I got over that; that it kept coming up in conversation, apologies and war stories is what really dragged me down). I love Kelly, and I know she's extremely intelligent, but... I honestly can't see the jump from "Bartender wants his number" to "snide comments about his sexual preferences". Sure, Bartender was cute enough to have pulled just about any guy he wanted, but that doesn't always make people as self-confident as you'd expect (and I bet you were expecting a "so why would he pick me" :P). And, yeah, I didn't see the guy's face as he said it, or hear the way he said it, so there may have been geographically important clues that I'm just missing, but that doesn't explain why Bartender couldn't look me in the eyes all night after that when he'd been fine beforehand; doesn't that sort of suggest that he was at least aware of what went down? And how would he have known if he hadn't been talking to the guy? Also, Kelly was rather unimpressed with the guy to begin with - he'd been trying to pick her up, we think, but in doing so was talking about his girlfriend... odd.

I dunno, it just never really sat 100% with me. Which is annoying, because it's me and it means that I'll be thinking about it for years to come. It's possible that it happened just as Kelly said, but there's been a niggling doubt ever since she told me "No, David...".

... in which David has a newfound appreciation for elevators.

Saturday - Quang's 21st. Really good night, and I love some of the photos that were taken. Cyn and I spent the day in the city putting together his present (he's in chocsoc, so... we made a bit of a hamper for him). Met some really cool people at the party, and then a couple of us went to Pancakes on the Rocks after.

Sunday - Had dinner with Amy and Kelly and Rosanna and her kid. Thai was pretty good. Rosanna took Alec home while the three of us went drinking. Champers at the Ashy - is there anything classier? Did something really stupid on the way home.

Monday - woke up feeling like crap. Wasn't just a hangover - I've been feeling sick for three days now. Wonder if it's a reaction to the Thai or anxiety over the Stupidity. Or both. Both started AND finished my essay for Music and Politics.

Tuesday - still feeling sick, went to uni. Had to drop off an essay for Politics to the Seymour Centre, and on my way in, Pete, the guy behind the front desk, told me to cheer up. "Just for you, Pete." Went up, did my stuff, and got back into the elvator. Another guy got in with me and, as he was kind of cute, I checked him out a little bit and looked away. And then he looked over at me and looked away. And then I looked over at him and he looked over at me and we shared a smile. And it was nice. Then we got off the elevator and I let him go through the door first, which I guess he found cute because it made him turn around and laugh and say thanks. Then we started talking, but we were interupted by someone from one of his classes walking down the corridor the other way; he totally tried to steal the guys attention! So I thought I'd just bow out gracefully and head out on my own, but every time I took a step, the guy sort of came with me, so I got the impression he wasn't ready to leave me just yet. So we walked out of Seymour still talking, but our paths had to part (looked like he was going to go down to Redfern, while I was going to Ralph's to meet Alex), sadly. So we said quick goodbyes and left.

However! Upon getting to the other side of Seymour, there I see him coming my way. Awesome. So we talk as we cross City Road. And then we talk our way through Victoria Park ("Oh, I can go through this way, yeah. Just have to move my car.") And we talk our way up to the front lawns. That's when we decide to introduce ourselves (his name is Oscar), but it's also where we have to finally part ways, because it'd be even more obvious if he'd said that he could go my way <i>via Manning</i> to get to his car which was probably on the other side of the footbridge.

The annoying thing is, though, that I could have spent the next while with him. Turns out Alex had to cancel on me for lunch, which I understand, but I wish she'd let me know about ten minutes earlier, i.e. before I left Oscar. Still, I know where he'll be next Tuesday at 12, so...

Oh, and to finish off the story, I ended up going back to the Seymour Centre with the biggest grin on my face. Ok, so it's kinda lame (but very me) to admit that, but I had such a good time in that ten or fifteen minutes that I couldn't help it. Plus, I didn't feel sick while I was with him. At all! Which was an extra happy bonus.

Wednesday - felt like crap when I woke up again for about ten minutes, then I got really hungry. Hunger, it seems, masks the squirrelly squirrelly madness in my belly. How lovely it is to know that all I have to do is take up anorexia to make everything better. The joy. Also, I decided that I wouldn't go to choir tonight for a couple of reasons: sick-feeling, pub afterwards always makes me want to spend money I no longer have, and six and a half hour breaks with no [info]highlyeccentric are just not on. I probably could have found other people to hang with (such as K or maybe B... possibly even some of my nonLJ friends, shock horror), but the other two reasons were pretty strong reasons. Also, it's christmas carols, so they're going to get old quickly - any excuse to get out of the non-compulsory rehearsals is good by me.

And that brings me to now. Oh, but I did download a handful of gay themed movies during the last week or so and now have none left. The ones I downloaded were Shortbus (with Jay Brannan! :D), Edge of Seventeen (80s! Yay!), Tan Lines (Australian, and with a friend of a friend in it!), Phoenix (with no ending... what?), Holding Trevor (with Jay Brannan! :D) and What Can I Do With A Male Nude (which is less a movie, more a distopian photography film... but it does have some really nice shots!). Edge is my pick, possibly because a couple of times I related pretty strongly to the main guy, but also just because it was sweet and sad and heartbreaking and painful and it didn't try to have a fairy tale ending, though it wasn't exactly tragic. Shortbus is explicit as hell and makes little sense, but there are some really nice moments in it, so it ties for second with Holding Trevor even though it too has some flaws. I think I may need to go hunting again soon.


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