Ok, so I've been gone a while...

[phrasemuffin]

I've been quite a bit silent in LJ for a little while. The remedy is now.

So what has been happening? Well, several things. Normally I woud begin at the beginning, but I no longer remember where that is. So I wil start with today and work my way backwards as far as I can (either for want, for need, or for entertainment). And don't worry, the first couple cuts are shallow brief.

Today was Nick's birthday. We went to lunch, he, Cyn and I. Alexa, Peter and Matt were all invited, but either sick or working. I don't remember Peter's excuse, but I think his was the worse. Cyn's response to Alexa's "I'm sick, so I can't come" was "I'm chronically ill, and I still came!" (she's diabetic. I forgot, and thought she was being an idiot. Whoops :P). Lunch was nice, though I didn't really eat; I was still stressed over my Final Composition, which was giving me all kinds of shit this morning and last night. Which is why I was late to lunch (not that I'd mentioned that above) - I had to go into uni to fix it up after listening to it last night and hearing something I had not written. I have no idea what happened, but happen it did, and not very graciously. But it was fun being Cyn and Nick, bitching about Peter, laughing about... things I don't know I'd be able to laugh about if they were mine not Nick's though he was the one who started it, talking about Christmas, whether we'll do anything for it as a group, how gifts are about the person they are for, not how much they spent on you last time, and whether I wanted gifts for my birthday AND Christmas or if I would be satisfied with just one :P Actually, that came up three times today... I wonder if they were serious?

Nick is fun. And sooooo camp. But not the Over The Top Drama Queen kind of camp. Which makes it a good kind of camp. I don't care that this paragraph makes no sense - learn to deal with me and my idiosyncratic speech/writing.

Last night, as already stated, my composition was giving me shit. I went in to uni in the morning/afternoon to work on it (it must be on GarageBand, and I am Mac-less), and thought I'd finished it, until I was listening to it at home and it sounded all wrong. I wasn't sure if it was my speakers, my lack of Mac software, or what, but it sounded all wrong all the same. So I =ed stress. I wrote all that down in the documentation, though. Yay.

Sunday I could do nothing but recover from my previous outings. I couldn't even go to uni to work on the composition because the computer labs and the SUESS lab are closed on Sundays. So Sunday was a Bludge Day. Go me!

Saturday was MUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSE! Ahem. Muse are awesome. Cyn, Sammi (who went to Zach's birthday afterwards) and I would all quite happily go Matthew Bellamy. The girls got some photos (I haven't seen Sammi's but Cyn's were good, considering our seats, seats which were in themselves good considering where they were :P), and we all thought it fitting to purchase merch. I wanted the green "Destroy Demonocracy" shirt, as it's quite possibly my favourite lyric of theirs and therefore a sign that I must have it, but they ran out of my size. So I got the black shirt with the flaming heads instead. I had to get a youth large, though, because there were no smalls and I am quite the tiny dancer. I am uncertain of whether I should be happy or sad that it scares; at the moment, I am resolved to be both.

It was my first Muse concert, and hopefully not my last. Such a good show. I don't know how to express it any better than FUCKING BRILLIANT! so I will leave it at that. *nods*

Getting home was problematic, though. Took nearly an hour for my bus to show up, and Cyn's never did, so she waited an extra hour to get a cab. We had not-so-happy DnMs while we waited, too, so that kind of ruined the afterglow of Muse. Oh, and this I write for Andrew's sake: Zach snubbed Sammi at his birthday; Sammi came in, said hi and wished him a happy birthday, he responded with a "hey" and walked away. She left pretty much straight away. This is the word according to Cyn.Friday night was... fuck all. To be honest, it was pretty damn crappy. We went to Purple Sneakers to celebrate End Of Semester, despite my state of Not Being Finished, and I thought I might try drinking a little more than last time. Just enough to get me tipsy so I could dance a bit. Didn't work though. Maybe because I didn't mix in the right order? We (Cyn, Matt, Shane, Peter, Peter's sister Mel, Peter's friend Mel, and I) went to the Clare Hotel first, and I payed Matt back for the drink I owed him. There were a couple of photos: one horrible, one good (both of me and Cyn), and two with everyone but with Cyn at the front, which made the camera focus on her, so we're just background people. Silly Cyn. Moved on to Purple, where:

• I began to feel like a Seventh Wheel to various combinations of the other six,


• Peter seemed to be tipsily flirting with me again (just the way he was grabbing my shirt so I'd come in close enough to hear him, and the way he slipped his leg into my lap as he came down to talk to me [me sitting, him standing]),


• Cyn took photos of all the red-heads she could find, while hooking up with one of the cuter ones. (see "Seventh Wheel" above),


• I gave Theodora her birthday present. Well, I put it in the cloak room, unsure of whether she was there yet or not, and took my ticket. When I found her, I presented said ticket to her proclaiming "This is for you! XD". She was much confuddled, but upon my explanation that it was FOR her birthday present, but was not the present itself, she was much happyful,


• I met some random guy who I thought was Interested. Turned out he was straight, and looking for girls. Really killed my night. Don't know why. I shouldn't have been that effected by some guy I wasn't interested in in the first place, even though I had invested some Serious Time and Talking Effort into him. But yeah, was the beginning of a downward spiral. I had to ask Peter to save me from him, because... well, I couldn't see any way out of his presence for some reason. He even pops up in photos with Theodora and Cynthia, which I find terribly strange. All I could think was "He's straight. Booooooooooo.". Again, 'twas the ending of my night, right there. (see "Seventh Wheel" above),


• We're all waiting for Shane and Friend Mel to hook up, but it turns out I'm the only one who thinks Shane is straight. So how that works, I'm not exactly sure. They didn't hook up, and I only spoke to Mel about it. Ah well. They spent most of the night together as a pair, if not a couple. (see "Seventh Wheel" above),
  
• Matt buggered off to NEWTOWN!!!! without telling us, to be with some guy, (see "Seventh Wheel" above),


• So Peter decides it's time to Up And Off to Stonewall, leaving Cyn behind. I was not impressed, but was told in such a way that it seemed like we weren't leaving her, she was staying behind. Stupid Peter.

So that was Purple. We went on to Stonewall next. At some point I gave Peter the finger, and he says "Sorry, I don't really want to.". I am confused. I enquire as to what he means. He begins to suck his middle finger. This is the point at which I give up on the night completely. And on Peter (I had Liked him. Then, recently, I kind of wanted to get back at him for the mind games, by calling his next bluff. Now, I just don't care at all). Nick and I are to complain about Peter re: this and other incidents, at a later time.

Stonewall turns out to be a bust. We meet up with Chris (whom Peter is after) and Hayden (whom Chris is after), and head in (see "Seventh Wheel" above) (I swear that's the last time I'll mention that here). Hayden quickly finds someone else to hook up with (cute, by all accounts), and Chris is hurt so Peter attempts to comfort in the hopes of... well, it's Peter. Failing this, Peter is asked to dance and they start making out, but his partner's tongue is "hard as rock" and he tastes bad, according to Peter. I turn around and see Peter's head pulling away from the other guy, shaking "no" with his hands up in "stop" - quite funny, though perhaps it is geographical humour. We are there until about 4am, and I have not danced nor drunk a single sip while at Stonewall, and am not a happy camper. I am, however, told to smile by a random, and this brings fleeting happiness. When we end up leaving, Said Random is outside, though still within the barricade, and we see each other. We walk over to each other. All of a sudden, his arms are around me, and he says that I'm far too nice-seeming and "hot" (WTF?!) not to smile. Or not to kiss... I can't remember which. Then there's him squeezing my arse, and possibly nuzzling into my neck. (You'd think my memory of the night would be better sans alcohol, but no.) I pull away, turning to my friends as I think we're leaving, and, for some unknown reason, tell him "Lovely" in a semi-sarcastic tone. What is wrong with me? HELLO!!!! Guy showing interest there!!! And I'm a smart-arse to him. gods I'm an idiot.

Anyway, next stop was Pancakes on the Rocks, where we were to meet up with Cyn again. Friend Mel's feet are killing her, though, and my suggestions of catching a cab are shouted down by Peter because there are too many of us. Psshh - two cabs!! I even offered to pay for mine; it was only going to be like $20 anyway, surely. So we ended up walking anyway, though Chris and Hayden took the lead and eventually took it too far - we lost sight of them for the last what-felt-like-an-hour because the girls' collective feet were hurting now and we were being nice and staying with them. Except me - I was trying to stay halfway between the two groups because we thought Hayden was the only one who knew the way. Turned out Shane did, too, though, so that was pointless. When we eventually arrived there, the food was mediocre at best, but that could have been the horrible night talking, not my mouth or stomach. I'll have to go again to find out.

Oh, and on our way home, Circular Queue Station was closed, so we walked to Central. They all got the same train together, while I waited for my bus. Except that I misread the timetable, looking at PM not AM. Whoops. Was waiting nearly an hour before I decided to get a cab. Because it was not fun falling asleep on Central's bus-shelter benches, nor watching them clean the streets around me. That was feral. Got home about 7:30am.

Hmm, before all of that, though... um. Time seems to have lost meaning beyond that point, so these may be out of sequence:

• I've gone on skin medication finally. I know I posted about the appointment and how it made me late for my Music and Gender Essay (83%, too, and the "late fee" is 2%!!! ARG It would have been an HD!!!), but I don't think I've updated on it. So consider this an update: IT'S WORKING! It's still early, so it isn't perfect, or even close to it, but my skin isn't as "angry" anymore, as some have said. It's just drying out like hell, so sorry to all those who have seen or will see me while on said meds - there's little I can do when not at home. And it's why I've been cutting the drinking back.


• The lovely Miss Amy (highlyeccentrichad her birthday, and I attended her Non-Party. Was a splendid night, and I met goblinpaladinface-to-face, as well as some of Miss Amy's other friends. Lovely people. Interesting conversations. Tipsy Miss Amy. Glorious fun! :P Sadly, I ruined her present as I was finishing it off that night, and was unable to take it to her, and now she has gone home :( I'm still wondering what B thinks he knows it to be. And I got slightly lost on my way in. Yay! Such a gorgeous building though. And The Wife should be commended for her choice of music after the Non-Party! (Oh, and the above point re: meds was kind of made in relation to this Non-Party and my attendance/appearance. I nearly didn't come because of it, not because I thought you'd think less of me or anything like that [I doubted any of you would care], but it's not exaclty pleasant for me, nor embarrassment-less. Am rather glad I did attend though.)


• Education exam!!! FINISHED!!!


• EDUCATION RESEARCH PROJECT = HD!!!!! FUCKING WOOOOOT! Meg and I rock SO hard XD


• Cyn wanted a pony or a unicorn for her birthday this year. Sadly, none of us could provide. However, recently, I came upon a gorgeous wire necklace with a picture of unicorn beneath a glass bubble... but it's much prettier than that sounds. Like whoa. Seriously. I gave it to her last Thursday, I think. She wore it Saturday before Muse, and today at Nick's. I think she likes it :)


• We went shopping for Muse clothes during last week, Cyn Matt Peter Shane and I. It was supposed to just be Cyn and I, but... something happened. Dunno really, and I'm not going to question. So it became all of us. We ended up shopping for hours, because I am picky, and have expensive taste, but am lacking the funds to indulge, what with such limited shift-frequency. Ah well. I got what I wanted. And Cyn got her suspenders, and Matt got some too, though neither of them ended up wearing them to Purple on Friday nor our respective concerts on Saturday (Matt saw Rufus Wainwright). Oh, and shane lost his car for a little while when he couldn't remember where he parked at Broadway. We haven't let him live it down yet. I mean, he did make us walk up an entire flight of unnecessary stairs, so he deserves it ;)


Ok, that's all I remember. I might visit LJ a little more frequently now that Exam Period is over for me. See yoooooooous!

Comments

[goblinpaladin.livejournal.com]

'M not sure how or why I'd care, especially given that I'd never met you before you compare your skin to how it normally is. But I dig the 'nervous for no appreciable reason' thing. Ha. I normally hate social events.

Also, I appear to have developed an anxiety thing this semester. Awesome.

I can't say what I think the present is, 'cause she'd see if it I said it here!

Also, congrats on the marks, etc, etc.

[phrasemuffin.livejournal.com]

Even without comparisons to 'normal' being possible, I didn't like how it was then, and really just wanted to be Charlie Brown. "For no appreciable reason" seems to be a Thing of mine though. And I don't usually like social events either, but I'm trying to be good and force myself into them. How else will I meet the ever elusive male-type?

Oh dear. I'm hope you didn't catch that from me. I hear it has been going around, much like that nasty flu. Terrible stuff.

Ah, but you could randomly choose a post of mine from years ago and comment on it, resting safely in the knowledge that she would have to search my entire journal to find it, while I will be notified by mail alerts. (I was concocting this very scheme in the cab on my way home that night.) Or you could ask Miss Amy for my email address... either way. :D

*bows* Thanks :)

[goblinpaladin.livejournal.com]

You could meet them via the interwebitron! Ha.

No, I think I caught it from university.

Nah. I'll just keep my suspicion to myself, and see if I'm right after the fact. :D

[highlyeccentric.livejournal.com]

My dear David, I didn't even notice and I would scarcely care if I did. So ner :P

(Although if skin medication makes you feel better, YAY for medications)

[phrasemuffin.livejournal.com]

I've had not-so-good experience with guys on the web before. I'd rather meet them in person. It's just the where that presents a problem, and the determining-whether-they-are-gay-or-not, because I according to Cyn I am not suited to picking up at the places we frequent, but I don't know too many other places. And I'm not exactly the most visible person.

[phrasemuffin.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I figured you wouldn't really care. I just felt an irrational urge to explain in case it was as obvious to others as my self consciousness made it seem.

Well, one of the side effects is depression, so... I don't know if it'll make me feel better now. But in the long run, it should. If I'm one of the lucky 80% of users who never require the meds again. That would make me feel better. *nods*

[highlyeccentric.livejournal.com]

oh, i know those ones, i had friends on them at school.

*hugs* you let me know if you go crazy, k?

[phrasemuffin.livejournal.com]

I don't know too many people who've been on them, personally. Certainly no one with skin that was as bad as mine. Thank god I never have to look at my Year 12 self again, that's all I can say.

*hugs* will do. If I hadn't started feeling like an odd-numbered wheel before I went on them, I'd take that as the first sign of negative effects. But I had, so YAY no crazies yet :P

[goblinpaladin.livejournal.com]

I'd offer advice, but I have none. *shrugs* It's easier to be a heterosexual guy- most of the people you're attracted to are at least attracted to the gender you are, even if not necessarily you personally. So, sorry dude. :) *sympathy*

[phrasemuffin.livejournal.com]

Wait, isn't this the snark-filled sympathy icon? *raised eyebrow*

I know it's easier to be straight than gay. I've been thinking for a while now that if I were straight, I would be far more able to secure myself a partner than I am currently. Even if purely for the reason that I'd be assuming the girls I like are straight and this being a good thing, as opposed to assuming that the guys I meet are straight and this being an annoying thing.

Ah well. I am what I am. I wouldn't change that just to have a partner sooner than I am meant to.

[goblinpaladin.livejournal.com]

Well, in this case it's sympathy. It really needs replacing.

Well, gay is what you are, dude. I wasn't suggesting anything- I was just saying that I have no advice. My good gay friend majoru has no problems with the gents he meets online, so I can't even suggest you talk to him. Although I guess you could talk to him if you wanted. *shrugs*

[phrasemuffin.livejournal.com]

Ok.

I know you weren't suggesting anything, don't worry. And I meant to say thanks for wanting to offer advice, even if you have none to give.

I've met some nice guys online. But they tend to turn out as friends, nothing more. Or creeps, which I don't want to go back to.

[goblinpaladin.livejournal.com]

You're up early. Go to bed, silly boy.

[*is up late because he misses A Certain Girl and has work to do, so it doesn't count*]