This Episode Brought to You By the Letter 'J'

I like someone. Daniel. He lives two doors down from me and is quite pretty.  He likes Good Omens and has read V for Vendetta. We’re currently trying to watch Eddie Izzard and Death Note on his comp, and I'm trying to spend as much time with him as possible.

There’s just one problem, and that's S.

Just when I was figuring out what I felt about him (i.e., last week), she said to me, "So that Dutch kid—"
"—Daniel—"
"He’s adorable."
Yeah, no shit. I noticed. I just noticed it first. She then went off and said "Too bad he’s a first year. Oh well."
Three, S. Three. That’s how many menfolk you’re juggling right now: J, A, and D. Figure yourself out before you move on to someone else. A first year, no less. AAARGH. Look, I realize I’m probably never going to be with him, couldn’t you at least spare me and not lust after him? Please, all I want to do is hang out with him and be friends. Don’t bring out the excuse of  "I love my circus freaks" again. He’s not <b>yours</b>.

So I went, as per usual, to anime club last night, with Daniel; Jonathan, who lives next door; and Abby, who lives in another dorm and I met through Daniel and is too cool not to hang out with. We had a grand time sitting in the back and laughing at all the innuendo of Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann, and that only stopped when Sam decided to ditch Amy and hang out with us.
And by "us", I mean "me and Daniel but mostly Daniel". She didn’t say a word to Jonathan and barely a sentence to Abby. Followed Daniel around the cafe like a puppy begging for a scrap.
I honestly wouldn’t have minded if she had just hung out with us. But to be so <i>blatantly</i> doing that…? Ugh.
So we went back to the quad to watch more Izzard. Abby had never seen it before, so when Sam started quoting (wrongly) at the top of her lungs, she got understandably pissed. I was quoting it, too, but I was only mouthing along with Eddie and not explicitly showing anyone. But when Sam saw me doing it, she leaned into me, repeatedly tapped my shoulder and whispered the line to me. So I stopped. Daniel had to go to work at the college's dance club and Abby had to go back to Barrows for bed. Sam left then because there was no reason for her to stick around, I guess. I wanted to go to sleep, anyway.
"I need to find someone to go to breakfast with in the morning," Daniel said offhand as he stood in the hall, Sam by his side. I was standing by the door with Abby, who was adding something to our Shit List (more on this later).
"You can come with us," said Sam.
"He wakes up insanely early," I said. "Out of the four glasses-wearing vampires of North [more on this later, too], he’s the most vampiric."
Daniel laughed and said, "Yeah, I don’t sleep." Then, to S: "When will you be eating?"
"Eleven," S said, as if she hadn’t heard what I had to say.
Well.

Tonight, we’re having a sleepover in the quad. Abby, Jonathan, Daniel, Peter, David, Karmi, maybe Brittany, maybe Andrew, and of course all of us in the quad’ll be there. I made the mistake of clarifying to Sam what it was when it came up, and she said "So is this a "Come, S, come" or an explanation?" I responded that it was neither, but she could come for a while if she wanted. That was before all of that above. I hope she doesn’t—last time she hung out on our hall, she insulted Karmi and David for having relationships outside school, then brought it up again, RANDOMLY, to apologize. (She also criticized Karmi’s overalls today. God, this is turning into a rant about S. I need to stop this now. The purpose of this wasn’t really about her, it was about old + new friends. And shit. Fuuuuck.)
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That was all written two days ago. Sleepover went fantastically. Daniel and I sat next to each other all night and he slept next to me as well, and huddled in my converter with me when we had a fire drill, calling it an igloo. He hugged me and I didn’t resist so I had to justify it by hugging Peter and Katy as well. Only Abby, Daniel, Peter, and myself slept on the floor; Louisa slept on the couch, Katy went back to our room, David to his, Jonathan to his, and Andrew never showed. Surprise surprise.

When I was a kid, whenever I didn't understand the homework or a question I was asked, I'd always say, "I didn't get the homework. That is, I didn't comprehend it." I was obsessed with the preciseness of my language and never let any unsure tendencies show. So, when I say that I never really got birthdays, you know that I mean both definitions of the word.

Maybe the fact that I never really received birthdays is why I don't understand birthdays. What's the point in being reminded of your own mortality? I like getting gifts as much as any selfish teenager, but hey, who wants to know that you have approx. 67 years left in your life? Anyway, the main reason I don't comprehend birthdays is that I never felt any different on August 22. Well, there was a moment on my eleventh birthday, but I don't really want to get into that. What I will tell you is on that I got a Game Boy Advance for my troubles.

Saw Spamalot. Personally, I'd rather pop in Holy Grail than see it again. But it was an exprience and that's all that matters, right?

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to curl up with Absolute Sandman vol. 3. Yay for my mother letting me open it at midnight. Now all I have left is whatever crap my dad thinks I wants, and G's gift. S's is a ticket to see Coldplay in October.

P.S.: LJ, you don't need to send me a note telling me when my birthday is. I think I can figure it out for myself.

Yaplet Book 'o Rules

#1 - There is never a good time to enter.
#2 - Yaplet needs no sanity
#3 - No subject ever dies.
#4 - You MUST click the links. NO EXCEPTIONS. EVER. THIS MEANS YOU.
#5 - You can only re-spin the wheel of reincarnation if you kill yourself first.
#6 - Headcrabs are always right. There's never a bad time to headcrab someone.
#7 - You must change your name at least once while in Yaplet.
#8 - Joker-spam is required.
#9 - Uberwolves are to be sacrificed to the Order of the Uber on sight.
#10 - You must have at least one spouse, or you will become part of someone's harem.
#11 - What happens in Yaplet, stays in Yaplet. Except when it doesn't....which is most of the time.
#12 - Don't ask, just do.
#13 - There is no #13.
#14 - Yaplet parties never end
#15 - Everything can be drawn in paint.

#66 - If Gary Oldman says it, it must be true.

#47 - Every rule is illustrated, except for the ones that were too hard to do.

#72 - Nothing is off topic, for there is no topic.

#95 - TDF is YOUR anti-drug.
#96 - Telling a bad joke will get you a boot to the head.
#97 - Needs more cute. No exception.
#98 - There is no box.
#99 - The Tiggy is only a myth.
#100 - Sauce emphasizes everything.

So.

I ditched Pseudo-Boyfriend to see Dark Knight with my dad. Seeing Wall-E for the second time paled in comparison. Sorry.

It was amazingly awesome, and I want to see it about ten more times. And buy it. And be as cool as the Joker when I grow up.

Well, maybe with a bit less death. But my point still stands.

( Bow chicka wow wow )

( GRAAAAAAAIIIIIIIINS )

( MOAR )

( Yaplet on Capslock )


( Who's on first--TDF Style )

Went to my second-ever 'Evening with Neil Gaiman' event last night, and boy was it fantastic. He read "The Day the Saucers Came", "Orange", and a cute little piece about writing while drunk. All the while, I was waiting for S to arrive. She did so during the intermission, whilst I was in conversation with a woman holding a big leather jacket.

Neil Gaiman's leather jacket.

So I got some pictures of that. Most freakish, I know, but it was right there. I couldn't help it.

In the second half, he answered a few questions, the best of which was "The girl in row six dressed as Delirium is cute. Can I have her number?" The questioner stood up, and the indeed cute Delirium girl gave him her number. Neil Gaiman fans FTW.

I bought a signed copy of Signal to Noise while there, and read it last night. I think I may love the man more now.

Day two of NY Comic Con today. More later, probably.

Music Videos I would make if I had time, clips, and/or talent:

Tenth Doctor/Master: Madonna--Hung Up (SHUT UP YOU KNOW THE MASTER HAS THAT ON HIS IPOD)

Torchwood--From Out of the Rain: The Hush Sound--Lions Roar (Because it would make that uberboring episode kind of fun and cool and creepy)

That is all.

Fucking hell, my dog just cracked my iPhone's screen.

I will not kill the dog.

I will not kill the dog.

I will not kill the dog.

So. About the upcoming strike.

I learned about it through a post in capslock_house. It's so typical that I learn about something supposedly serious through the lulziest comm I know. Anyway, the point is that whoever was posting that said that we ought to spam the comm instead of striking for a day, and I agreed, because, in the end, what would cause more damage, a few people not doing anything for a day, or a few people doing as much as they possibly can for a day? copperbadge, whose journal I follow obsessively and should one day friend, agreed with me. Well, he didn't agree with me, he just posted the same thing as I thought.

Anyway, the point of all this is that I'm going to operate as usual tomorrow. If someone posts something I like, I'm going to respond. If something I want to write about happens, I'm going to write about it. I'm not going to spam anywhere because my sense of self-preservation is about two miles ahead of my sense of rebellion.

That's really all I have to say, other than goddamn, one of these days I have to learn all this fancy LJ-html so I don't have to look up stuff all the FUCKING TIME.

My dog has IBS, and therefore has to do his business at awkward times, such as ten minutes ago. I was a bit ticked ff to bring him out, but it's really lovely outside. It rained all day so it's clear and crisp, but there are clouds in the sky and a trace of humidity. It's like being in the eye of the hurricane.

Anyway, the real point of this post is to note that even though all I did in order to prepare for my journey was to don jeans, socks, shoes and jacket, not bothering with changing my shirt, I still put my phone into my pocket before leaving.

I fail at normality in so many ways.