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Pointless personal update
Nov. 15th, 2004 03:35 amAs it turns out, I have really extreme reactions to any and all stimulants. Aspirin makes me float around like Valium, and a tiny bit of caffeine will have me shaking and sweating for hours. I don't like this. I want to be able to drink tea and cure my pain without coming over all drunk and wired. I wonder what actual alcohol would do? I'd probably have hallucinations or something. Jeez.
Oh, and there's a survey over on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gyr_falre's LJ that I am too lazy to edit for spelling, capitalization, etc. to post in my own LJ. Complete and answer if you feel like it. Or just take a few questions, or add your own, or tell me what you really think about me.
Or what you had for lunch. I had lunch at 2 AM a couple of hours ago. It was a bagel with tuna, tomato slices, and provolone cheese, all stolen from the cafeteria. They say you're supposed to only take ONE (1) Ice Cream Treat OR (not AND) piece of fruit from the cafeteria, but I've got this thing made and toasted and wrapped up in a napkin. What are they going to do, forcibly remove it from my pocket? (Big pockets.) And someone in my D&D group has worked out that with my meal plan, I am paying $9.75 for each meal, many of which I do not even eat. Or my dad is, because he bought the meal plan for me.
I levelled up my mage character in the D&D campaign (yes, I play, every Thursday night in the UC cafeteria from 6 to 11, bring five bucks and a pencil to join). Apparently, I'd been playing a level 4 with level 3 stats because I had been misinformed as to levelling formulas. I got up to level 6 in the course of the game, thanks to an imp, a thing that came up out of the ground, and some brownies (glowing lights all around; when the DM informed me of this, I first thought she was referring to special brownies and that the glowing lights would go away if I got some sleep). My character has been developing a personality; she's naive and not as evil as the other characters. Her parents paid for her magical instruction, and she really chose an evil alignment to try and be rebellious--she hasn't done anything evil yet. However, she did go to her parents' house (they are cheese merchants) and ask for money. They made her milk a cow and she got 50 EXP points while everyone else was running around in the town fighting commoners and burning down houses and getting arrested. My little mage had to bail them out.
Have been oddly lazy lately, and I want to work on projects (NaNo! "From the Gods"! That untitled bit about the professor!), but I cannot bring myself to type. I don't know why. Usually, it's like morphine to me while I write--it takes me out of myself, so to speak. But it's a chore lately to think of what to write next, and I don't like that. I want to figure out how to get myself back into a writing mood.
Good news--Kathryn. From across the hall. She's a terribly nice girl, likes D&D, fantasy, and complaining about cafeteria food. Short, wears men's clothes and T-shirts with animals on them. Very short blonde hair (I seem to be attracted to girls with short blonde hair).
She and I tend to meet up in the cafeteria, then go to her room or my room and spend hours talking. The last time we did this (Friday), we started cuddling. It happened fairly slowly, like continental drift--an arm resting on a stomach, reclining against the wall, a hand on the shoulder, a leg moved to rest against another. She started smiling; I mentioned this, and she said that she missed physical contact up at college. I then told her that I was working up the courage to kiss her.
As it turned out, that was her first kiss. Ever. I mean, NEVER EVER been kissed, and she's eighteen. She told me before that she didn't think her hormones had kicked in yet.
It was not a terribly romantic kiss, more of a friendly one than anything. Almost Platonic. And she hasn't brought it up again, and me being a big fat chicken when it comes to sex I haven't said anything either.
In unrelated news, Daniel claims to have had a hand in the development of every time travel device ever created. With help from David Bowie. Good work, mate.
And it turns out that someone I was terribly worried about is not in fact dead. This is a great relief and I may be able to wake up without a stomachache again.
Also--Chai tea from the Kaya coffeehouse is sexloveThanksgiving in a cup, and tastes damn good with whipped cream. I feel deeply sorry for anyone who is unable to get this particular blend of tree-hugging hippie ambrosia.
Oh, and there's a survey over on
gyr_falre's LJ that I am too lazy to edit for spelling, capitalization, etc. to post in my own LJ. Complete and answer if you feel like it. Or just take a few questions, or add your own, or tell me what you really think about me. Or what you had for lunch. I had lunch at 2 AM a couple of hours ago. It was a bagel with tuna, tomato slices, and provolone cheese, all stolen from the cafeteria. They say you're supposed to only take ONE (1) Ice Cream Treat OR (not AND) piece of fruit from the cafeteria, but I've got this thing made and toasted and wrapped up in a napkin. What are they going to do, forcibly remove it from my pocket? (Big pockets.) And someone in my D&D group has worked out that with my meal plan, I am paying $9.75 for each meal, many of which I do not even eat. Or my dad is, because he bought the meal plan for me.
I levelled up my mage character in the D&D campaign (yes, I play, every Thursday night in the UC cafeteria from 6 to 11, bring five bucks and a pencil to join). Apparently, I'd been playing a level 4 with level 3 stats because I had been misinformed as to levelling formulas. I got up to level 6 in the course of the game, thanks to an imp, a thing that came up out of the ground, and some brownies (glowing lights all around; when the DM informed me of this, I first thought she was referring to special brownies and that the glowing lights would go away if I got some sleep). My character has been developing a personality; she's naive and not as evil as the other characters. Her parents paid for her magical instruction, and she really chose an evil alignment to try and be rebellious--she hasn't done anything evil yet. However, she did go to her parents' house (they are cheese merchants) and ask for money. They made her milk a cow and she got 50 EXP points while everyone else was running around in the town fighting commoners and burning down houses and getting arrested. My little mage had to bail them out.
Have been oddly lazy lately, and I want to work on projects (NaNo! "From the Gods"! That untitled bit about the professor!), but I cannot bring myself to type. I don't know why. Usually, it's like morphine to me while I write--it takes me out of myself, so to speak. But it's a chore lately to think of what to write next, and I don't like that. I want to figure out how to get myself back into a writing mood.
Good news--Kathryn. From across the hall. She's a terribly nice girl, likes D&D, fantasy, and complaining about cafeteria food. Short, wears men's clothes and T-shirts with animals on them. Very short blonde hair (I seem to be attracted to girls with short blonde hair).
She and I tend to meet up in the cafeteria, then go to her room or my room and spend hours talking. The last time we did this (Friday), we started cuddling. It happened fairly slowly, like continental drift--an arm resting on a stomach, reclining against the wall, a hand on the shoulder, a leg moved to rest against another. She started smiling; I mentioned this, and she said that she missed physical contact up at college. I then told her that I was working up the courage to kiss her.
As it turned out, that was her first kiss. Ever. I mean, NEVER EVER been kissed, and she's eighteen. She told me before that she didn't think her hormones had kicked in yet.
It was not a terribly romantic kiss, more of a friendly one than anything. Almost Platonic. And she hasn't brought it up again, and me being a big fat chicken when it comes to sex I haven't said anything either.
In unrelated news, Daniel claims to have had a hand in the development of every time travel device ever created. With help from David Bowie. Good work, mate.
And it turns out that someone I was terribly worried about is not in fact dead. This is a great relief and I may be able to wake up without a stomachache again.
Also--Chai tea from the Kaya coffeehouse is sexloveThanksgiving in a cup, and tastes damn good with whipped cream. I feel deeply sorry for anyone who is unable to get this particular blend of tree-hugging hippie ambrosia.
