don't know how lucky you are, boy
Mar. 14th, 2005 04:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kleenexwomanBreak was absolutely wonderful, except for the small matter of me spilling the damn chocolate sauce onto my laptop. Luckily, the computer itself is fine, and the only thing that needs to be replaced is the keyboard, which will cost $220 total and take a couple weeks. In the meantime, I'm not going to be on too often. I'm sorry, guys. I'll try to get on, but the library computers are fickle and don't like instant message programs or floppy disks.
Anyway. Absolutely wonderful things that happened on break:
1. Hanging out with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pinglederry in her room, which is decorated in a fashion that moves me to covet it. Bright dark blue with stars and planets and nebulas and all sorts of very pretty things, splattered all over the walls. I could hole up in there for centuries.
Not that her room was the most wonderful thing about hanging out with her. The most wonderful thing was the extremely pleasant and highly stimulating personal interaction that made my mouth go dry, my lip wibble, and my entire body shake like a leaf. Apparently, my left leg twitches when I get excited.
Sex is rather strange, isn't it? There's the initial rush of "Oh, wow, this person likes me enough to kiss me and touch me in some really interesting places, and this is going to be even better than the slash fics I've been reading..." And then eventually you get to the part that goes "OW OW OW WAY TOO MANY FINGERS," and you wonder whether either of you is doing it right...and then you realize that you just need a LOT more practice. Mmmmyes.
2. Going up to EMU to hang out with Ben and Dan and talk about rollercoasters, time travel, David Bowie, daddy issues, the number 42, Reuben sandwiches, and Fight Club. I also introduced Dan to Oingo Boingo. Yay me!
3. Royal Oak on Saturday night with Mom, Mom's buddy Cynthia, Brian, and Brian's friend whose name I forget but who had an incredibly majestic mohawk for a fifteen-year-old. We went to a place which had the best onion rings in the world and a half-hour wait. I passed the time by trying to tie a cherry stem into a knot with my tongue, which I cannot do. Bars are the most incredibly depressing places in the world.
Also got a severe chocolate overload at Starbucks, due to some new super-chocolate drink that cost $3 and weighed eight ounces. I took three sips and died. Lucky I didn't pay for it myself.
Things I NEED TO SEE:
Ann Arbor Film Festival
This next Saturday
"What Is It?" by CRISPIN HELLION GLOVER, presumably with him in attendance, will be showing at 9:30 PM in the main theater.
I AM SO CLOSE. Is there anybody who lives near me who'd like to take me? Or knows somebody that can? I know there are some of you...
Anyway. Absolutely wonderful things that happened on break:
1. Hanging out with
pinglederry in her room, which is decorated in a fashion that moves me to covet it. Bright dark blue with stars and planets and nebulas and all sorts of very pretty things, splattered all over the walls. I could hole up in there for centuries. Not that her room was the most wonderful thing about hanging out with her. The most wonderful thing was the extremely pleasant and highly stimulating personal interaction that made my mouth go dry, my lip wibble, and my entire body shake like a leaf. Apparently, my left leg twitches when I get excited.
Sex is rather strange, isn't it? There's the initial rush of "Oh, wow, this person likes me enough to kiss me and touch me in some really interesting places, and this is going to be even better than the slash fics I've been reading..." And then eventually you get to the part that goes "OW OW OW WAY TOO MANY FINGERS," and you wonder whether either of you is doing it right...and then you realize that you just need a LOT more practice. Mmmmyes.
2. Going up to EMU to hang out with Ben and Dan and talk about rollercoasters, time travel, David Bowie, daddy issues, the number 42, Reuben sandwiches, and Fight Club. I also introduced Dan to Oingo Boingo. Yay me!
3. Royal Oak on Saturday night with Mom, Mom's buddy Cynthia, Brian, and Brian's friend whose name I forget but who had an incredibly majestic mohawk for a fifteen-year-old. We went to a place which had the best onion rings in the world and a half-hour wait. I passed the time by trying to tie a cherry stem into a knot with my tongue, which I cannot do. Bars are the most incredibly depressing places in the world.
Also got a severe chocolate overload at Starbucks, due to some new super-chocolate drink that cost $3 and weighed eight ounces. I took three sips and died. Lucky I didn't pay for it myself.
Things I NEED TO SEE:
Ann Arbor Film Festival
This next Saturday
"What Is It?" by CRISPIN HELLION GLOVER, presumably with him in attendance, will be showing at 9:30 PM in the main theater.
I AM SO CLOSE. Is there anybody who lives near me who'd like to take me? Or knows somebody that can? I know there are some of you...
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Lip wibble...
Date: 2005-03-15 06:44 am (UTC)That is something I can do. *grins* Took me a long time to get it right...and of course, you're not just using your tongue. Teeth have to be involved in the knot-tying process, I discovered. I wrote a slashfic about cherry stems. Very fun.
Re: Lip wibble...
Date: 2005-03-15 05:58 pm (UTC)There's probably some ancient art to tying cherry stems into knots with your tongue. Cherry-fu, perhaps. Or cherry sutra.
Re: Lip wibble...
Date: 2005-03-15 07:48 pm (UTC)Given the completely sexual nature of tying cherry stems into knots with your tongue, I think it's Cherry Sutra. Cherry-fu probably requires more violence with the cherry.
cherry-fu!
Date: 2005-03-15 09:47 pm (UTC):whiz:
:splat:
Re: cherry-fu!
Date: 2005-03-15 10:19 pm (UTC)I guess we'll be the cherry stem team. You kick people's asses with the stems and I'll seduce 'em. We'll be a great team of assasins.
With cherries.