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... in which there is annoyance that my dreams all seem to be becoming b-grade horror flicks.
Last night was supposed to just be a normal party. I mean, the music was fine, the alcohol wasn't too expensive, and the club itself was actually pretty ritzy; lots of red and gold, huge archways, maze-like corridors - my idea of a swanky place. The elevators could have been bigger, but... I'm getting sidetracked. I had my friends with me* and everything was good, until they came.
There was oddly colourful gas, and then there was panic. The squids were coming. We had no idea why they would attack us or the building we were in - it's not like we were a particular threat to them or anything, and it's not like we would have given them any sort of tactical advantage for when they went to take over everyone else... at least as far as I could see.
Still, they came. They came and we ran. We took the elevator to another floor, which didn't help at all because the squids weren't just taking our floor - they were taking the entire building. I knew that if we'd gone to the ground floor lobby we'd find the big glass doors sealed, so we went to the parking lot on one of the other floros to find our car so we could hide out until they left.
We soon found out that that wouldn't work, because no one could remember where we'd parked, or if we'd even driven in to begin with. The squids found us in the lot and we had to run again. Some of us thought we would be able to hide under the cars, and K was one of them. It didn't make any sense though, because lying under a car put you on their level in their direct line of sight. The squids were, after all, less than a metre tall, and their eyes were actually on their tentacles. Or they had spares there. Either way - they could see the people under the cars, and quickly surrounded them. K realised the flaw in the plan before they got to her and we ran back to the elevator together.
Once back up on our original floor, we found everyone had sort of... slowed down. it was like the whole room had been put in slow motion except for K and I. The colourful gases had settled a bit, and a lot of the people in the room were sitting at the bar or were lying on the floor or the couches, clutching their stomachs. Anyone who's seen Alien would have been able to figure out what was going to come next. I had, so I could, so we didn't stick around to see the hosts explode in a flash of blood and squiddery.
Our only option was... well, we didn't actually have any options. So we ran to the elevators again, and hid, and hoped that no squid would find us.
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kayloulee and a bunch of expendables. In fact, I think I may have either been K for a little while, or K became the main character in my dream and I was ousted to the post of Audience Member.
Last night was supposed to just be a normal party. I mean, the music was fine, the alcohol wasn't too expensive, and the club itself was actually pretty ritzy; lots of red and gold, huge archways, maze-like corridors - my idea of a swanky place. The elevators could have been bigger, but... I'm getting sidetracked. I had my friends with me* and everything was good, until they came.
There was oddly colourful gas, and then there was panic. The squids were coming. We had no idea why they would attack us or the building we were in - it's not like we were a particular threat to them or anything, and it's not like we would have given them any sort of tactical advantage for when they went to take over everyone else... at least as far as I could see.
Still, they came. They came and we ran. We took the elevator to another floor, which didn't help at all because the squids weren't just taking our floor - they were taking the entire building. I knew that if we'd gone to the ground floor lobby we'd find the big glass doors sealed, so we went to the parking lot on one of the other floros to find our car so we could hide out until they left.
We soon found out that that wouldn't work, because no one could remember where we'd parked, or if we'd even driven in to begin with. The squids found us in the lot and we had to run again. Some of us thought we would be able to hide under the cars, and K was one of them. It didn't make any sense though, because lying under a car put you on their level in their direct line of sight. The squids were, after all, less than a metre tall, and their eyes were actually on their tentacles. Or they had spares there. Either way - they could see the people under the cars, and quickly surrounded them. K realised the flaw in the plan before they got to her and we ran back to the elevator together.
Once back up on our original floor, we found everyone had sort of... slowed down. it was like the whole room had been put in slow motion except for K and I. The colourful gases had settled a bit, and a lot of the people in the room were sitting at the bar or were lying on the floor or the couches, clutching their stomachs. Anyone who's seen Alien would have been able to figure out what was going to come next. I had, so I could, so we didn't stick around to see the hosts explode in a flash of blood and squiddery.
Our only option was... well, we didn't actually have any options. So we ran to the elevators again, and hid, and hoped that no squid would find us.
*i.e. I had
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... in which paranoia hits.
So... last night was the concert. It was so much better than I thought it would be. Dread was completely and utterly the wrong emotion to be experiencing in the lead up to the event - it was better than Requiem. Because, duh,I'm we're awesome.
However, either just before we went on, or on my way back from intermission mingling, I heard Crazy Eyes talking to his parents. From what I accidentally overheard (I swear it an accident - as if I would purposely pay attention to him or his non-awesome insanity), I think one of those "so is there any chance" questions was posed. The bit of his answer that I just-as-accidentally caught was "no, he's too nice of a guy". It may have just been coincidence that he was facing me at the time, and I know I tend to jump to conclusions about him (even though every conclusion thus far has been both warranted and correct!), but I can't seem to shake the feeling that he was talking about me.
I HAVE A TINY BOWTIE AND IT HAS GIVEN ME AN INFERIORITY COMPLEX! Because it was from when I was like 12 and therefore could sort of hide beneath my collar. My only other optio nwas velvet. I chose the cute inferiority complex.
I really hope he isn't doing carolfest. That'd totally suck. I think I'd have to go and become a Tenor. At least then I'd be able to hang around Patrick more often... if he ever decides to come back. And even if not, there'd still be Ben and Doug to play with. Plus, Aunty Mark is over there now... sigh, the life of a bass always looked so glamorous in the magazines. Also, what was with Aunty Mark not being as confident last night as he usually is? That was really quite disconcerting. Even Crazy Eyes was losing it at times.
But back to the paranoia, I don't get why he'd be saying I was too nice a guy. For what? To tell him to his face, again, that I'm not interested, because that'd break his heart? 'Cause, clearly he doesn't know me very well - I would totally tell him if he brought it up. I wouldn't just come out and say "Hey, I know you like me like me, but please fuck off and die" because that'd be way harsh. Also, I don't know for a fact that he does; it's all circumstantial at this point, still/again. And, yeah, I can't think of any other reason why I'd be too nice. Perhaps it wasn't about me; perhaps this time it really IS just paranoia.
He was doing the weird LetsLook Stare At David While He's Conveniently Not Looking At Me And Never Wonder Why It Is That Our Eyes Don't Ever Meet Ever Ever Ever.
Ever.
Despite The Fact That He Must Be Able To See Me Out Of The Corner Of His Eye thing again last night, though. And on stage! Crazy Eyes, when will you learn?
Sigh. Please let this be the last time I feel the need to be a whiney bitch about Crazy Eyes, on LJ or anywhere else! Otherwise... yeah, it's Tenor Time.
PCP afterwards was fun though. I'm SOOOOOO gladkayloulee came along!! It is fun to get drunk in your presence. Or tipsy, even, whichever it was (I tend to exaggerate my drunkenness when I get tipsy). Thankfully I had nothing on this morning though otherwise that hangover would have been shocking to work through. Instead, I slept through it. It was a relatively short one, too - I was awake by 10 am! But yes, I was made much glad that you came and partook in the pub-y-ness. :D
Hmmm... I really don't like abrupt endings to lj posts.
So... last night was the concert. It was so much better than I thought it would be. Dread was completely and utterly the wrong emotion to be experiencing in the lead up to the event - it was better than Requiem. Because, duh,
However, either just before we went on, or on my way back from intermission mingling, I heard Crazy Eyes talking to his parents. From what I accidentally overheard (I swear it an accident - as if I would purposely pay attention to him or his non-awesome insanity), I think one of those "so is there any chance" questions was posed. The bit of his answer that I just-as-accidentally caught was "no, he's too nice of a guy". It may have just been coincidence that he was facing me at the time, and I know I tend to jump to conclusions about him (even though every conclusion thus far has been both warranted and correct!), but I can't seem to shake the feeling that he was talking about me.
I HAVE A TINY BOWTIE AND IT HAS GIVEN ME AN INFERIORITY COMPLEX! Because it was from when I was like 12 and therefore could sort of hide beneath my collar. My only other optio nwas velvet. I chose the cute inferiority complex.
I really hope he isn't doing carolfest. That'd totally suck. I think I'd have to go and become a Tenor. At least then I'd be able to hang around Patrick more often... if he ever decides to come back. And even if not, there'd still be Ben and Doug to play with. Plus, Aunty Mark is over there now... sigh, the life of a bass always looked so glamorous in the magazines. Also, what was with Aunty Mark not being as confident last night as he usually is? That was really quite disconcerting. Even Crazy Eyes was losing it at times.
But back to the paranoia, I don't get why he'd be saying I was too nice a guy. For what? To tell him to his face, again, that I'm not interested, because that'd break his heart? 'Cause, clearly he doesn't know me very well - I would totally tell him if he brought it up. I wouldn't just come out and say "Hey, I know you like me like me, but please fuck off and die" because that'd be way harsh. Also, I don't know for a fact that he does; it's all circumstantial at this point, still/again. And, yeah, I can't think of any other reason why I'd be too nice. Perhaps it wasn't about me; perhaps this time it really IS just paranoia.
He was doing the weird Lets
Ever.
Despite The Fact That He Must Be Able To See Me Out Of The Corner Of His Eye thing again last night, though. And on stage! Crazy Eyes, when will you learn?
Sigh. Please let this be the last time I feel the need to be a whiney bitch about Crazy Eyes, on LJ or anywhere else! Otherwise... yeah, it's Tenor Time.
PCP afterwards was fun though. I'm SOOOOOO glad
kayloulee came along!! It is fun to get drunk in your presence. Or tipsy, even, whichever it was (I tend to exaggerate my drunkenness when I get tipsy). Thankfully I had nothing on this morning though otherwise that hangover would have been shocking to work through. Instead, I slept through it. It was a relatively short one, too - I was awake by 10 am! But yes, I was made much glad that you came and partook in the pub-y-ness. :DHmmm... I really don't like abrupt endings to lj posts.
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And now he's standing next to me.
Sure, I now have an added 80% chance of staying in tune the entire time, but FUCK ME HE'S CREEPY!* I don't like him standing next to me, I don't like his voice, I don't like his staring, Hannah doesn't like his apparent creepy smirk that he does when he's singing, and I don't like his face NOR his smell.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! With a capital grizzly bear!
* yes I realise the irony in that statement. (both of them)
Sure, I now have an added 80% chance of staying in tune the entire time, but FUCK ME HE'S CREEPY!* I don't like him standing next to me, I don't like his voice, I don't like his staring, Hannah doesn't like his apparent creepy smirk that he does when he's singing, and I don't like his face NOR his smell.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! With a capital grizzly bear!
* yes I realise the irony in that statement. (both of them)
... in which grrr, ok?!
Crazy Eyes is in Small Group now.
Fuck you, Crazy Eyes. Fuck you.
Also, I blame Prabbles, who was going to be one of the Faux Basses in Small Group (because I'm the only actual Bass in SG, we had to pull in Aunty Mark and Prabbles) except that he has another choir to sing with or something so he's pulling out of ours, which is TOMORROW NIGHT. What the hell! So Greg, the conductor, asked Crazy Eyes to join SG to take his place.
Very, very angry.
(this is my angry icon, btw)
Crazy Eyes is in Small Group now.
Fuck you, Crazy Eyes. Fuck you.
Also, I blame Prabbles, who was going to be one of the Faux Basses in Small Group (because I'm the only actual Bass in SG, we had to pull in Aunty Mark and Prabbles) except that he has another choir to sing with or something so he's pulling out of ours, which is TOMORROW NIGHT. What the hell! So Greg, the conductor, asked Crazy Eyes to join SG to take his place.
Very, very angry.
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... in which there are more pirates.
Namely, me:
David Faber, your pirate name is
Buckaneer Green Beard
What is YOUR pirate name?
I like that, seeing as how the lovelysjazzmreow said my name was dark green and black (with a dash of brown around the v). Also, I misread beard as bard the first time.
Also, as of about an hour ago, I think I gave my aunt the go ahead to take further steps in the matter of The Ambo. I'm not sure what she took it as though, as I made it clear that I'm really not one for phones, and he wouldn't be able to find my facebook if he tried (privacy up the whazoo). So... I'm thinking he's going to get my mobile number and then... I don't know; we'll see, I guess. I'll probably give him my email so I'll actually be able to communicate with him.
Still, it's a start! Of sorts.
Namely, me:
Buckaneer Green Beard
What is YOUR pirate name?
I like that, seeing as how the lovely
sjazzmreow said my name was dark green and black (with a dash of brown around the v). Also, I misread beard as bard the first time.Also, as of about an hour ago, I think I gave my aunt the go ahead to take further steps in the matter of The Ambo. I'm not sure what she took it as though, as I made it clear that I'm really not one for phones, and he wouldn't be able to find my facebook if he tried (privacy up the whazoo). So... I'm thinking he's going to get my mobile number and then... I don't know; we'll see, I guess. I'll probably give him my email so I'll actually be able to communicate with him.
Still, it's a start! Of sorts.
... in which there are pirates, musical cats, and DREAMS!
Ok, so my computer crashed after I'd written out just about all of last night's crazy fucked up dream. And they say Blue Screen Of Death is next to impossible on XP. Can't be bothered now, so dot points.
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In less dream-like news, we went to dinner in Newtown last night to celebrate Talk Like A Pirate Day. We didn't really talk like pirates that much, but we made up for it in our pirate outfits. I had my hoodie on for most of the time we were outside, because I'm not invulnerable to environmental cold (even the mild), so my pirateness was rather disguised, but I did have my bandana on for as long as my hair folicles could stand - still getting used to the new hair and the required modifications to the application of headwear.
Also... something... I swear I know there's more. Dammit.
Ok, so my computer crashed after I'd written out just about all of last night's crazy fucked up dream. And they say Blue Screen Of Death is next to impossible on XP. Can't be bothered now, so dot points.
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In less dream-like news, we went to dinner in Newtown last night to celebrate Talk Like A Pirate Day. We didn't really talk like pirates that much, but we made up for it in our pirate outfits. I had my hoodie on for most of the time we were outside, because I'm not invulnerable to environmental cold (even the mild), so my pirateness was rather disguised, but I did have my bandana on for as long as my hair folicles could stand - still getting used to the new hair and the required modifications to the application of headwear.
Also... something... I swear I know there's more. Dammit.
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... in which there is campitude.
Camp was this weekend. Friday night to Sunday afternoon. Both awesomely good and horribly bad things happened while I was on camp. The horribly bad should have been expected, but there I was giving him the benefit of the doubt. That'll learn me.
For the badness, I'm going to start at Wednesday.
Crazy Eyes (aka David Who's Always There) hasn't been coming to rehearsals because he's been otherwise entangled with opera and musical rehearsals of his own. Given that I'd been struggling with the lack of other Basses this semester, I was rather glad when he came back. For purely selfish reasons, mainly that I'd be able to sing my part despite The Gremlin singingslightly off-key in my ear, and despite all the other basses singing in front of me where I can't hear them. He made it pretty clear he wanted me to stay around for pub after rehearsal, offering me a lift home so I could stay after 10:30 (my usual departure time). So I accepted out of gratitude. Mistake, me thinks*. As he was dropping me off, he offered me a lift down to camp, making it clear that it was out of his way but that he was willing to do it anyway. Again, I accepted for selfish reasons - I didn't want to have to get the train down and I didn't know who else to ask from SUMS who'd actually be closer and less of a creepy stalker. Again, mistake. Not only because he was late, but because I think it gave him the wrong impression. I accept blame for this, but for nothing after this.
Anyway, he drove us down and it was kinda awkward. When I saw we were going past a certain suburb, I had to messagefrozen_icehart to let him know and then decided to keep my phone out the whole time so as to appear like I couldn't talk to Crazy Eyes, as opposed to appearing like I didn't want to. Then we got to camp where I tried to go to my dorm (with The Clique) and "let" him go to the other dorm downstairs. Clearly he ignored all the signals and hints on purpose because it was made pretty damn clear that the bed under mine (they're all bunks) was for Hannah. "Oh, I'll just stay here for now and if she decides later I'll move". DUDE! Hannah would never kick you out she's far too nice for that, and we were clearly trying to because we aren't but we have tact. Take a hint. Get a clue. Move on! Especially if it means not sharing a room with five people who cannot stand you.
So I started avoiding him. I'd been picking up the signs for a while over MSN that he wasn't quite as moved on from his love for me (I can't believe he told our dorm while I wasn't there that he used to be in love with me. Those are their words, too, not mine) as he would otherwise suggest; this just sealed it.
The Staring While David(me) Isn't Looking started up again Saturday, too. So I started avoiding him again.
As I came out of the showers dressed in my themed outfit (sci-fi/fantasy theme, for which I went as a Man in Black), I was heavily complimented by the girlsquad. Crazy Eyes' response was "orgasmic!". So I avoided him more.
He sang during OUR PART, the Small Group Only section, of which he is NOT a member, for which you must AUDITION! which made me quite angry. So I avoided him more. I also began to loathe him. Because prolonged avoidance in small quarters is bound to lead to rage and despising.
Also, when he sings the Bass Soloist's parts (which anyone is allowed to do because we don't have the Soloists with us on camp or at rehearsals but which I'd still prefer he left alone) he has this really affected voice. It's quite horrible. So I loathed him a little more for that.
But there were good things, too. Despite having to share a dorm with Crazy Eyes, I got to share the dorm with The Clique. Marina and Minna are absolutely gorgeous, Paul is not as scary as he seems at first glance, Roman is surprisingly cool for a music nerd (did I seriously just say that?) and Kenny... she's tough, but she's lovable and sweet once you get in. Saturday night, we stayed up until 2ish I think talking and asking each other various camp(not the gay one)/girly/gossipy questions - who are your top 5, who would you go straight/gay/oopposite-of-bi for, etc. There was also a round of Shoot/Shag/Marry. While I wasn't there, the Three Davids were presented as candidates for S/S/M, and I was unanimously Married**. I like that - means I'm Long Term quality in their eyes, Shag being a one night stand.
There were also many comments made about the new hair. I had my hair cut a little over a week ago, and at the last Small Group rehearsal it was unveiled, with warm reception. Or perhaps "with hot reception" would be more appropriate :P It just kept coming up, too. Then, while at camp, it was voted on and "everyone" loves it. Not sure who Marina counted in "everyone", but I'm guessing at least The Clique and possibly Hannah as well. That was one of the first things I was told when I arrived.
Saturday night Hannah and I performed I Can See Clearly Now. We both sang, and she played ukulele. 'Twas awesomely. And we were rather well received. I had had a bit to drink though, as had The Clique, so... I dunno how good I really was. I guess I'll have to wait for the video that Kenny apparently took of us.
Afterwards, once everyone had pulled out the song books and started a sing-along (sigh), Marina, Paul and I were sitting back against the wall and, once again, the question of why I don't have a boyfriend came up. The two of them (along with the other three) remain confused as to why. But the reason I mention it here is because... Paul said I was da bomb :) Paul The Scary Ogre who hates us all*** because he has perfect pitch and we assault him weekly with our voices. Paul The Scary Straight Ogre who gets hit on frequently by gay guys. Paul who I wasn't sure even liked me. Thinks I'm da bomb. He was a bit drunk though... meh, still.
I think that SUMS is now my personal Cheer Squad. How did I get this popular?
* Also, he stole my chips. He said he was allowed because he was giving me a lift home. I didn't want to argue seeing as he was giving me a lift home and I didn't really want it to be awkward all the way home, but what I should have said was "Dude, you're giving me a lift, which I do appreciate, but I'm sticking around at pub so you can give me a lift. That IS your payment! Me!" I know it sounds rather self-everything, but it's true. My presence was payment. And you'd think that he'd get the point after I make a rather obvious show about it, while saying that Kevin was allowed, or at least not ho into them at quite the same speed.
** Crazy Eyes was done good shotted unanimously, too, I think. Or at least just-about-unanimously. Certainly my pick for Shoot.
*** Paul who doesn't actually hate us all, just the seal-clubbers. And Crazy Eyes. And Siu Jin (I think that's how you spell her name), the last concert manager who got drunk on her own lack of power and insulted half the musical community, nearly ruining that concert.
Camp was this weekend. Friday night to Sunday afternoon. Both awesomely good and horribly bad things happened while I was on camp. The horribly bad should have been expected, but there I was giving him the benefit of the doubt. That'll learn me.
For the badness, I'm going to start at Wednesday.
Crazy Eyes (aka David Who's Always There) hasn't been coming to rehearsals because he's been otherwise entangled with opera and musical rehearsals of his own. Given that I'd been struggling with the lack of other Basses this semester, I was rather glad when he came back. For purely selfish reasons, mainly that I'd be able to sing my part despite The Gremlin singing
Anyway, he drove us down and it was kinda awkward. When I saw we were going past a certain suburb, I had to message
frozen_icehart to let him know and then decided to keep my phone out the whole time so as to appear like I couldn't talk to Crazy Eyes, as opposed to appearing like I didn't want to. Then we got to camp where I tried to go to my dorm (with The Clique) and "let" him go to the other dorm downstairs. Clearly he ignored all the signals and hints on purpose because it was made pretty damn clear that the bed under mine (they're all bunks) was for Hannah. "Oh, I'll just stay here for now and if she decides later I'll move". DUDE! Hannah would never kick you out she's far too nice for that, and we were clearly trying to because we aren't but we have tact. Take a hint. Get a clue. Move on! Especially if it means not sharing a room with five people who cannot stand you.So I started avoiding him. I'd been picking up the signs for a while over MSN that he wasn't quite as moved on from his love for me (I can't believe he told our dorm while I wasn't there that he used to be in love with me. Those are their words, too, not mine) as he would otherwise suggest; this just sealed it.
The Staring While David(me) Isn't Looking started up again Saturday, too. So I started avoiding him again.
As I came out of the showers dressed in my themed outfit (sci-fi/fantasy theme, for which I went as a Man in Black), I was heavily complimented by the girlsquad. Crazy Eyes' response was "orgasmic!". So I avoided him more.
He sang during OUR PART, the Small Group Only section, of which he is NOT a member, for which you must AUDITION! which made me quite angry. So I avoided him more. I also began to loathe him. Because prolonged avoidance in small quarters is bound to lead to rage and despising.
Also, when he sings the Bass Soloist's parts (which anyone is allowed to do because we don't have the Soloists with us on camp or at rehearsals but which I'd still prefer he left alone) he has this really affected voice. It's quite horrible. So I loathed him a little more for that.
But there were good things, too. Despite having to share a dorm with Crazy Eyes, I got to share the dorm with The Clique. Marina and Minna are absolutely gorgeous, Paul is not as scary as he seems at first glance, Roman is surprisingly cool for a music nerd (did I seriously just say that?) and Kenny... she's tough, but she's lovable and sweet once you get in. Saturday night, we stayed up until 2ish I think talking and asking each other various camp(not the gay one)/girly/gossipy questions - who are your top 5, who would you go straight/gay/oopposite-of-bi for, etc. There was also a round of Shoot/Shag/Marry. While I wasn't there, the Three Davids were presented as candidates for S/S/M, and I was unanimously Married**. I like that - means I'm Long Term quality in their eyes, Shag being a one night stand.
There were also many comments made about the new hair. I had my hair cut a little over a week ago, and at the last Small Group rehearsal it was unveiled, with warm reception. Or perhaps "with hot reception" would be more appropriate :P It just kept coming up, too. Then, while at camp, it was voted on and "everyone" loves it. Not sure who Marina counted in "everyone", but I'm guessing at least The Clique and possibly Hannah as well. That was one of the first things I was told when I arrived.
Saturday night Hannah and I performed I Can See Clearly Now. We both sang, and she played ukulele. 'Twas awesomely. And we were rather well received. I had had a bit to drink though, as had The Clique, so... I dunno how good I really was. I guess I'll have to wait for the video that Kenny apparently took of us.
Afterwards, once everyone had pulled out the song books and started a sing-along (sigh), Marina, Paul and I were sitting back against the wall and, once again, the question of why I don't have a boyfriend came up. The two of them (along with the other three) remain confused as to why. But the reason I mention it here is because... Paul said I was da bomb :) Paul The Scary Ogre who hates us all*** because he has perfect pitch and we assault him weekly with our voices. Paul The Scary Straight Ogre who gets hit on frequently by gay guys. Paul who I wasn't sure even liked me. Thinks I'm da bomb. He was a bit drunk though... meh, still.
I think that SUMS is now my personal Cheer Squad. How did I get this popular?
* Also, he stole my chips. He said he was allowed because he was giving me a lift home. I didn't want to argue seeing as he was giving me a lift home and I didn't really want it to be awkward all the way home, but what I should have said was "Dude, you're giving me a lift, which I do appreciate, but I'm sticking around at pub so you can give me a lift. That IS your payment! Me!" I know it sounds rather self-everything, but it's true. My presence was payment. And you'd think that he'd get the point after I make a rather obvious show about it, while saying that Kevin was allowed, or at least not ho into them at quite the same speed.
** Crazy Eyes was done good shotted unanimously, too, I think. Or at least just-about-unanimously. Certainly my pick for Shoot.
*** Paul who doesn't actually hate us all, just the seal-clubbers. And Crazy Eyes. And Siu Jin (I think that's how you spell her name), the last concert manager who got drunk on her own lack of power and insulted half the musical community, nearly ruining that concert.
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... in which physics and physicists rhyme unintentionally.
LHC + Dr Karl Kruszelnicki = AWESOME except that I can't go because I have SUMS! NO!
So, B, if you're free, do you want to go on my behalf and take a video camera and record it and report back and we can maybe have like a video night where we stare longingly at SCIENCE?! Y/y?
Also, opera was tonight. Saw The Pearlfishers. Music was really pretty. Set was gorgeous. Dancers were light, jangly girls and half-naked males. Good night! :) And on the seats, there were fliers for Pat's opera at the con, the deflater mouse one. I thought that was pretty cool.
LHC + Dr Karl Kruszelnicki = AWESOME except that I can't go because I have SUMS! NO!
So, B, if you're free, do you want to go on my behalf and take a video camera and record it and report back and we can maybe have like a video night where we stare longingly at SCIENCE?! Y/y?
Also, opera was tonight. Saw The Pearlfishers. Music was really pretty. Set was gorgeous. Dancers were light, jangly girls and half-naked males. Good night! :) And on the seats, there were fliers for Pat's opera at the con, the deflater mouse one. I thought that was pretty cool.
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... in which there shall be no sexual innuendo. :(
I am weak. Clearly, there is no other explanation for it. Not weak of body, mind; weak of will. All I have to do is click a mouse button three times on the same facebook page and all will be over. Problem is that the buttons are "Add as Friend" buttons. That the friends-to-be are relatives. That they hail from the maternal bloodline. And that I've heard some of them discussing, with poison on their tongues, the vileness of faggots.
I am weak. I have already decided not to hide it once they're added, but... it's the adding that I'm having trouble with, so that minor bravery is somewhat pointless at the moment. So, clearly, there is no other explanation for it.
On the semi-plus side, though, my aunt told me last night about a friend who has a friend who has a brother. He's 21, an ambo, and hasn't had a "friend" before. Only thing is that I'm, you know, shit scared about meeting people and having to actually talk. I thought I was over that... seems not. Especially my fear of phones - I never know what to say, which is why I never randomly call people just to chat. If I want to just chat, I'll type it. There's just this sense of obligation that surrounds phone-based conversations. And that sense of obligation is spreading to the potential ambo - because my aunt has gone and made this connection on my behalf, I feel like I have to at least talk to him out of obligation to her, which means I could feel obligated to do anything else (up to and including a date - no obligation sex! that's just wrong). And that's sort of how the whole Jason thing ended up not quite ending, strictly speaking; obligation to Joe. Which, yes, is fucked up, but there you go.
On the plusser side, Kelly has a friend of a friend she wants to introduce me to who is in a similar situation to the ambo - a 22 year old electrician (or other tradey type, which equals looks and money according to Kelly, which are bonuses not requirements) from Wollongong who isn't quite out of the closet yet, even to himself she thinks. I think she said his name was Matt (there are far too many Matts, but I do like the name, and being a David I don't think I can really talk about over-used names). Kelly wants to have something at her place to celebrate the end of renovations/uni/which ever it is at the time, to which we'd both be invited amongst other people. I do already feel a little intimidated by the looks and money he supposedly sports but that's another matter, and the fact that he's not actually identifying is not a good sign, but this plan seems like far more laid-back with far less obligation than "I'll get you his number and you can have a chat" which freaks the fuck out of me and feels like an arranged date; blind, at the moment, I might add. I mean, come on, I may once again be terrified by phones, but that doesn't mean I don't have a little pride, a little dignity to maintain.
I am weak. Clearly, there is no other explanation for it. Not weak of body, mind; weak of will. All I have to do is click a mouse button three times on the same facebook page and all will be over. Problem is that the buttons are "Add as Friend" buttons. That the friends-to-be are relatives. That they hail from the maternal bloodline. And that I've heard some of them discussing, with poison on their tongues, the vileness of faggots.
I am weak. I have already decided not to hide it once they're added, but... it's the adding that I'm having trouble with, so that minor bravery is somewhat pointless at the moment. So, clearly, there is no other explanation for it.
On the semi-plus side, though, my aunt told me last night about a friend who has a friend who has a brother. He's 21, an ambo, and hasn't had a "friend" before. Only thing is that I'm, you know, shit scared about meeting people and having to actually talk. I thought I was over that... seems not. Especially my fear of phones - I never know what to say, which is why I never randomly call people just to chat. If I want to just chat, I'll type it. There's just this sense of obligation that surrounds phone-based conversations. And that sense of obligation is spreading to the potential ambo - because my aunt has gone and made this connection on my behalf, I feel like I have to at least talk to him out of obligation to her, which means I could feel obligated to do anything else (up to and including a date - no obligation sex! that's just wrong). And that's sort of how the whole Jason thing ended up not quite ending, strictly speaking; obligation to Joe. Which, yes, is fucked up, but there you go.
On the plusser side, Kelly has a friend of a friend she wants to introduce me to who is in a similar situation to the ambo - a 22 year old electrician (or other tradey type, which equals looks and money according to Kelly, which are bonuses not requirements) from Wollongong who isn't quite out of the closet yet, even to himself she thinks. I think she said his name was Matt (there are far too many Matts, but I do like the name, and being a David I don't think I can really talk about over-used names). Kelly wants to have something at her place to celebrate the end of renovations/uni/which ever it is at the time, to which we'd both be invited amongst other people. I do already feel a little intimidated by the looks and money he supposedly sports but that's another matter, and the fact that he's not actually identifying is not a good sign, but this plan seems like far more laid-back with far less obligation than "I'll get you his number and you can have a chat" which freaks the fuck out of me and feels like an arranged date; blind, at the moment, I might add. I mean, come on, I may once again be terrified by phones, but that doesn't mean I don't have a little pride, a little dignity to maintain.
HEY GUYS!
Does anyone in/near/close-ish to Sydney want to come see an opera at the Conservatorium of Music? Tickets are $20 if you're a student, or $45 full/$40 seniors/$35 concession. One of my friends from SUMS, Patrick, is going to be in it and I want to see him perform... but I don't want to go alone *puppy-dog-eyes & pout*.
Also, it's in English! So no subtitles necessary.
Possible dates are as follows:
Tuesday 23 September // 7.00pm
Thursday 25 September // 7.00pm - will probably have some sort of dress run for...
Saturday 27 September // 4.00pm - ... the SUMS concert.
(sadly, opening night, Sat 23rd, is already sold out :( )
Anyone? y/y?
Does anyone in/near/close-ish to Sydney want to come see an opera at the Conservatorium of Music? Tickets are $20 if you're a student, or $45 full/$40 seniors/$35 concession. One of my friends from SUMS, Patrick, is going to be in it and I want to see him perform... but I don't want to go alone *puppy-dog-eyes & pout*.
Also, it's in English! So no subtitles necessary.
Possible dates are as follows:
Tuesday 23 September // 7.00pm
(sadly, opening night, Sat 23rd, is already sold out :( )
Anyone? y/y?
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... in which David bets you wish you had classes like his.
Today, and I shit you not, we spent an hour talking about gay cowboys representing America's Republican party in Music and Politics. Also, dancing cowboys made a return apperance.
I bet you wish you were a Music major now, like me.
Dontcha!
Dontcha!
... I feel pretty dirty now. That song is so wrong.
Today, and I shit you not, we spent an hour talking about gay cowboys representing America's Republican party in Music and Politics. Also, dancing cowboys made a return apperance.
I bet you wish you were a Music major now, like me.
Dontcha!
Dontcha!
... I feel pretty dirty now. That song is so wrong.
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... in which 'lookylooky!' is used.
A gift.
I just found this song on my computer. It is "Soup on a Stick", as performed by Brak from Space Ghost. I think it is pure awesome.
Thank you.
A gift.
I just found this song on my computer. It is "Soup on a Stick", as performed by Brak from Space Ghost. I think it is pure awesome.
Thank you.
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... in which joking questions lead to destructive existential crises.
highlyeccentric and I spent the afternoon discussing, amongst other things, characters and plots for Project: Ether Engine. For about... um... three hours, on and off? It made me a touch late to SUMS but it was worth it. Sooo goooood!
I now have three plots to go on, two mostly-working characters, and a functioning relationship between man and machine. Also, two origin stories: one for the universe, one for the almost-god. The third plot does not have any sort of resolution thought of just yet, but to compensate it has two complications - one which poses frustration and only minor danger to all in the complex but which I haven't been able to figure out the cause of yet, and therefore cannot solve yet, and one which poses a more immediate threat to one of the main characters which is soon to be solved. (The giving of a knock-out nerve-pinch was suggested, Oh Great Miss Amy, and I think this is logistically possible given that head-first is actually arms-and-head-first. What do you think? Not sure if I can justify his knowing just what part of the neck to pinch to bring down a raging part-dragon/part-AI/part-Immortal, but I think it more likely to work than either our Move- or Maths-based solutions, or just random shouting (which User'll do a lot of anyway). Also, quips about his mother would probably only bring to surface questions of his origin - "am I crawling through my brain, or my mother's womb?!" - and make things worse. Backup is still backup, but straight-boy on part-dragon-boy-who-may-or-may-not-know-what-a-kiss-is-despite-resembling-Tenth-Doctor-just-a-tad still seems doubtful, and I like the "Oh, damn, I guess life isn't like the movies".) (also, how appropriate is this iconage?!)
The more I think about Dragon, the more I think he would work better as an anime character than anything else. He so has the " ^_^ ! " look down pat.
OH MY GOD!!!! And I just realised that he's my access point for reader-knowledge!!! He's the Arthur Dent, the Companion, the Harry Potter, the... I don't know who but the person who knows nothing who gets to ask the intelligent people of the world what the hell's going on and get explanations that the reader requires, without coming across as an idiot. When you've almost literally been trapped under a rock on Mars, you're allowed to ask otherwise stupid questions. THIS ROCKS!
highlyeccentric and I spent the afternoon discussing, amongst other things, characters and plots for Project: Ether Engine. For about... um... three hours, on and off? It made me a touch late to SUMS but it was worth it. Sooo goooood!I now have three plots to go on, two mostly-working characters, and a functioning relationship between man and machine. Also, two origin stories: one for the universe, one for the almost-god. The third plot does not have any sort of resolution thought of just yet, but to compensate it has two complications - one which poses frustration and only minor danger to all in the complex but which I haven't been able to figure out the cause of yet, and therefore cannot solve yet, and one which poses a more immediate threat to one of the main characters which is soon to be solved. (The giving of a knock-out nerve-pinch was suggested, Oh Great Miss Amy, and I think this is logistically possible given that head-first is actually arms-and-head-first. What do you think? Not sure if I can justify his knowing just what part of the neck to pinch to bring down a raging part-dragon/part-AI/part-Immortal, but I think it more likely to work than either our Move- or Maths-based solutions, or just random shouting (which User'll do a lot of anyway). Also, quips about his mother would probably only bring to surface questions of his origin - "am I crawling through my brain, or my mother's womb?!" - and make things worse. Backup is still backup, but straight-boy on part-dragon-boy-who-may-or-may-not-know-what-a-kiss-is-despite-resembling-Tenth-Doctor-just-a-tad still seems doubtful, and I like the "Oh, damn, I guess life isn't like the movies".) (also, how appropriate is this iconage?!)
The more I think about Dragon, the more I think he would work better as an anime character than anything else. He so has the " ^_^ ! " look down pat.
OH MY GOD!!!! And I just realised that he's my access point for reader-knowledge!!! He's the Arthur Dent, the Companion, the Harry Potter, the... I don't know who but the person who knows nothing who gets to ask the intelligent people of the world what the hell's going on and get explanations that the reader requires, without coming across as an idiot. When you've almost literally been trapped under a rock on Mars, you're allowed to ask otherwise stupid questions. THIS ROCKS!
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... in which David isn't actually affected in any way, but still feels the need to say something.
LISTEN up, men: it's time to ditch your moisturiser and designer clothes, because the retrosexual has returned.
Real men who value biffo, beer and breasts are in vogue again, according to The Retrosexual Manual.
Society, you fail.
Why?
Just... why? Who actually cares what a beered-up retro thinks women prefer? Who would actually read a book like that? Retros won't; reading is for fags and metros (aka fag wannabes). Metros won't; it's a load of crap telling them to fuck off. Women won't; women actually have brains. Oh wait, I forgot; society fails. OF COURSE everyone's going to read this shit.
Wanna guess who the only intelligent person cited in the article is? Yeah, a woman. Surprise surprise.
LISTEN up, men: it's time to ditch your moisturiser and designer clothes, because the retrosexual has returned.
Real men who value biffo, beer and breasts are in vogue again, according to The Retrosexual Manual.
Society, you fail.
Why?
Just... why? Who actually cares what a beered-up retro thinks women prefer? Who would actually read a book like that? Retros won't; reading is for fags and metros (aka fag wannabes). Metros won't; it's a load of crap telling them to fuck off. Women won't; women actually have brains. Oh wait, I forgot; society fails. OF COURSE everyone's going to read this shit.
Wanna guess who the only intelligent person cited in the article is? Yeah, a woman. Surprise surprise.
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... in which someone is questioning the sanctity of marriage.
"Briing your wife We'll fuckk her! That's right we'll fuckk your wife! :)"
Perhaps the intended recipients of such mail are can't be bothered with trivial things like fuckking their wives... perhaps not. Perhaps such mail is intended for people who've gotten the raw end of the "no sex before marriage" deal... perhaps not.
I still find this mail highly disturbing. The engliish alone is frightening.
"Briing your wife We'll fuckk her! That's right we'll fuckk your wife! :)"
Perhaps the intended recipients of such mail are can't be bothered with trivial things like fuckking their wives... perhaps not. Perhaps such mail is intended for people who've gotten the raw end of the "no sex before marriage" deal... perhaps not.
I still find this mail highly disturbing. The engliish alone is frightening.
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