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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 message![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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.
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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