Dateless Night Drive

Okay, so that guy from the spring frolic? Yeah, we sorted things out *yay!*. I went to the seminar on Nuclear Reactors (I'm a nerd/geek what can I say?) and ran into him. Afterward we ended up talking in the middle of the English building. The MIDDLE! Like smack in the center of it, which is only funny because people kept on walking around us, like we were those two little guys from Dr. Suse who walked east and west and neither budged.

But we eventually did budge. He had to go to class, and I'd wanted to buy tickets to a play my college is putting on. I ended up walking around campus for forty-five minutes trying to get a ticket. By the time my English class rolled 'round at twelve I was still ticketless, but Spring-Frolic guy had agreed to go to the Debate team. I was going too.

After English I was killing time for an hour (and still trying to find a ticket) and completely broke. My mum dropped by to give me some cash, but it was kind of late. So I wandered around campus a bit longer, walking down by the science buildings and circling back to the English building. Spring-Frolic guy ended up behind me on the path so I slowed and waited for him to catch up. We walked to the debate team together and had a lovely chat.

Then in the debate room - half the 'team' was already there - we both took a seat, laughing at some of the other students who were just being goofy and stupid. I bemoaned my sad state of ticketlessness and not knowing my schedule. (I'm going to a prospective college's open house over the weekend.)

We listened to the Oral Interps. and heard an intro to a great story by one of my class mates.
After that - we still hadn't decided on what to debate for next week - we played this game with ten sheets of paper. There were six of us. The point of the game was to pretend like the floor, chairs, and tables were lava and the only 'safe zones' were the pieces of paper.

So you put a piece of paper on the floor to start, then you put your foot on it. The thing is, if your foot is off the paper, you lose that leg, if your hand touches the ground, you lose that hand, and you cannot let the paper be without physical contact. It must touch a hand or foot of some one. So then everyone forms into a line and tries to cross to the other side of the room with the sheets of paper. Once one is free you can pick it up and pass it a head. I kind of thought it was like that one level in Frogger with the lava. Steel Mine I think?

Anyway, it was a great game, and SF guy (Spring-Frolic guy) kept on catching each other. The mood in the room was great too. Whenever someone would start to fall everyone would lean forward--or backward--to help.

After we did two rounds of that, the session was over and we decided on a topic: Should we raise the legal drinking limit? Lower it? Or do away with it completely?
SF guy then offered to take me over to (try to) find a ticket. He even offered to go with me, so I wouldn't have to go alone, of course ;)

I said sure, so he handed in his ticket, and I got mine (when we finally found them). Outside the building we talked about what we were going to do then. He said he was starved, and asked if I wanted to grab a bite. I said that yes! I really wanted to, but I couldn't, and that it was a long complicated story I'd explain on the way to his car.

So I explained, and I think he understood, and I hope he did. Because I'd of loved to go, but I've medical issues, and car accidents and I don't mix (more so than the average person). So instead after that was a decided 'no', I told him that tonight I'd check with my mum and see if the car thing was okay. And then I suggested that we could meet for lunch in the cafeteria. And we're going to, tomorrow.


So SF guy (and if you're reading this, it goes to your head I'll kick you =P ), I did get permission about the car. So yes, lunch would be fine. :)

And to anyone else reading my journal/blog, if you've got nothing nice to say, don't say it.

To Write, Is Life

Edge of the Earth

So... yeah. Another snapshot into my life:
I went to my college's Spring Frolics, met a cute guy, and scared him off. I didn't mean to, just not excatly the soical creature, and once my brain decided not to work, the rest of the convo was doomed. That was a little less than a week ago.

Today I ran into said cute guy again. It was just as awkward, again. Except maybe this time it was a bit worse for me. I don't know.

I've been trying to find an RPing partner... failing at that.
My computer class is coming along nicely. English is as weird as always.

James Marsters is going to be in this saturday's eppie of Torchwood. And for the record, I don't know what I'd do with out imagenary friends.
Ever seen the shirt in Hot Topic?

Imagenary Friends are
FOREVER

It's so true, it isn't even funny. I like the real people I know. But I don't know any of them enough to really call them much more than my 'hello-people' and some how I think I never will call them anything but.
I'm a bit of a strange thinker. I look outside the box. Or at least from another box entirely.
I know I can't spell. But hey, that's okay.
Cute-Guy is probably leaving at the end of the semester, so I'll never see him again. That's a bummer, 'cause I think he was one of a few that I might really get along with.
There, my self pity.

To Write, Is Life

The Spring Broke

Yeah, I'm on Spring Break - and I've spent it at the doctors. No beach for me, and no blue hair for me later on anyway. Though I'm hoping to get the blue extentions at my the Hot Topic where I live. It hasn't been too bad, I met my old best-guy-friend's girl friend. She's the sterotype of a cheerleader. Think Harmony Kendall from Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

I haven't gotten to practice my gituar much, even though I brought it, it's okay I guess....
You know, they say Valentine's Day is singles awarness day. I'm kinda feeling the lackluster-love a few months late.

So... yeah, I haven't written much - STorys, stories, RPs, or otherwise - because I haven't had access to a computer until now.

My cat, James, is okay. I still like Spike. I still want to go to (one of) my favorite band's concerts. I still want a band. I still have an outline to write for english. I still have computer to do. And mostly... I'd really like a friend.

Yeah, yeah, I sound Emo, suck it up and live with it >.> Well, that's that for this blog entry. It's boring and whiny I know. So sue me.

Titles that don't explain anything... don't explain anything

So yeah, with something overly clever as that ^ you'll expect great things in this blog. Wait for my Sci-Fi book if you want great things. This is going to be full of political-bashing, boy-bashing, femmiNatzi-bashing, girl-bashing, system-bashing ranting shit. Oh, and also maybe some occurrences of what happened to me over the day(s). (<= More likely I'll just tell you what happened, unless it involved any of the aforementioned things. Which in my day to day life, it probably won't.)


I'm a Straight Edge Punk, I'm 16, I play the guitar, I want a band. Pretty simple isn't it? I'm going to college at my Jr. College in my town. The system is stupid, and I just ran head into it being dual in rolled. I like the classes well enough. Actually if there better teachers it would be more fun. Now it's just: Show up, sit there, leave. And the difference between this and high school is...?

I've just started this blog/journal thing 'cause I felt like it. (Not a big surprise there...). I don't have any friends at my new school, just 'hi people' I know. That's alright though, I guess, 'cause I don't think I'd really get along with most of the rednecks in my neighborhood.

I love listening to music, and I love playing it more. When I'm there with the guitar and the mic, it's like there' nothing else around. It's just me and everything is just gone. I'm sure it's a better high than the pot my classmates advocate ;).

I've always kinda been into punk from a young age. My mom taught me to think for myself - and look! it's biting her in the arse. I used to wear a lot of black and wanted a big ol' leather trench coat. I still want the coat, (ever seen Spike the Vampire's duster?), but now I don't wear as much black. The Emo's took my color. Damn them.

Being me is what I do professionally. I'll go to almost any expense to make someone laugh. Yep, that means I'll hop around on one foot covered in feathers and tar if I have to. I'm not much of a social creature - I mean, yeah, I know how to be polite - but if I think you're cool or worth my time, then I usually try and make sure I'm worth yours.

So... yeah. Today I had computer and English. Not much happened. Last summer I went to England. I love London. Buffy the Vampire Slayer is my favorite show. Spike is the coolest - and I'd love to have Giles as a Dad. I'm hoping over spring break (nex week!), I'll be able to convince my Mom to let me stripe my blonde hair with electric blue. I think it'll look awesome. But I might have to wait until summer.

I've now written a lot more than I ment to, and hope you liked it anyway.

(See? If you're reading this, I'm alreadying acting like I want you to be my friend *headdesk*)