Contention for Hottest Vampire
Andrew D says that Alucard from Hellsing is hotter than Alucard from Castlevania.
I disagree. But then again I've never been into the scrawny rockstar look.
Thursday, January 15, 2004
Wednesday, January 14, 2004
Wherein Angie, Unlike on Sunday, Does Not Walk Into a Sex Toy Store and Say, "Ooh, I Have One of Those!"
Tuesday night, went to Malex's party wherein we made fun of Air Force One. AF1 is super-nationalistic with very bad dialogue, which makes it easy to make fun of. I do give it credit for maintaining suspense though, which is mainly what held it together. Socially though, it was actually a rather quiet night, as a lot of people are already back at college. Nick and Ben Evans showed up, and Janis and Jen (thanks for the bundt cake!) and Silvia, with James arriving later. Janis left late in the night to pick up Lauren from Giant, where she works.
So it was fun. It was quiet. Yeah.
Lauren decided rather spontaneously that we should have a sleepover at her house, so I went, with Janis and Malex (!). Strangely enough, we actually talked about serious topics like depression and healthcare and the job market, which ended up with Janis getting all fired up: "Open your eyes, Alex! There are people starving in America!" ;) This was counterbalanced by Lauren playing her AMVs for us repeatedly, at one point with some anime guy lipsynching Dr. Evil: "I have one simple request - sharks with friggin' laser beams attached to their heads, and it can't be done? Remind me again why I pay you people?" Malex also got Janis to read the Very Secret Diaries aloud, often to more comic effect than intended with Janis mispronouncing names.
We went to bed at around four, and woke up in the morning (and by morning I mean near afternoon) to Scat Man blasting on the speakers of Lauren's computer, looped. We had breakfast, or lunch, and I mentioned that Jeremy had been over and that Malex had met him.
First question from Lauren: "Is he hot?"*
A long tactful silence from Malex ensued.
We spent all of Wednesday... driving around New Hampshire Avenue getting lost and headbanging to loud music in the car... We kept driving around these rural roads which I usually ride along on my way to school, so it felt strange. After an hour or so we did finally make it to our destination, a thrift store at Laurel. Lauren ended up buying a cool "Air Force Intelligence Agency" army jacket and we got leather pants for Janis (which did not fit), leather pants for Malex (which do fit), and some hot t-shirts, the hottest of which is a tight black one that reads "University of Michigan Dance Marathon" in front and is totally gay in a gay gay way. We had Malex try on the army jacket too, but the jacket and the shirt declared a fashion war of attrition on each other and we had to abandon the cause.
I myself got a Pirates of the Caribbean shirt for $4.
I marvel when I realize that I actually do have my very own group of friends, which is rather surprising because I always thought I just followed other people around, meeting their friends instead of having friends of my own. I'm not sure when this changed.
*Yes. Yes he is.
Tuesday night, went to Malex's party wherein we made fun of Air Force One. AF1 is super-nationalistic with very bad dialogue, which makes it easy to make fun of. I do give it credit for maintaining suspense though, which is mainly what held it together. Socially though, it was actually a rather quiet night, as a lot of people are already back at college. Nick and Ben Evans showed up, and Janis and Jen (thanks for the bundt cake!) and Silvia, with James arriving later. Janis left late in the night to pick up Lauren from Giant, where she works.
So it was fun. It was quiet. Yeah.
Lauren decided rather spontaneously that we should have a sleepover at her house, so I went, with Janis and Malex (!). Strangely enough, we actually talked about serious topics like depression and healthcare and the job market, which ended up with Janis getting all fired up: "Open your eyes, Alex! There are people starving in America!" ;) This was counterbalanced by Lauren playing her AMVs for us repeatedly, at one point with some anime guy lipsynching Dr. Evil: "I have one simple request - sharks with friggin' laser beams attached to their heads, and it can't be done? Remind me again why I pay you people?" Malex also got Janis to read the Very Secret Diaries aloud, often to more comic effect than intended with Janis mispronouncing names.
We went to bed at around four, and woke up in the morning (and by morning I mean near afternoon) to Scat Man blasting on the speakers of Lauren's computer, looped. We had breakfast, or lunch, and I mentioned that Jeremy had been over and that Malex had met him.
First question from Lauren: "Is he hot?"*
A long tactful silence from Malex ensued.
We spent all of Wednesday... driving around New Hampshire Avenue getting lost and headbanging to loud music in the car... We kept driving around these rural roads which I usually ride along on my way to school, so it felt strange. After an hour or so we did finally make it to our destination, a thrift store at Laurel. Lauren ended up buying a cool "Air Force Intelligence Agency" army jacket and we got leather pants for Janis (which did not fit), leather pants for Malex (which do fit), and some hot t-shirts, the hottest of which is a tight black one that reads "University of Michigan Dance Marathon" in front and is totally gay in a gay gay way. We had Malex try on the army jacket too, but the jacket and the shirt declared a fashion war of attrition on each other and we had to abandon the cause.
I myself got a Pirates of the Caribbean shirt for $4.
I marvel when I realize that I actually do have my very own group of friends, which is rather surprising because I always thought I just followed other people around, meeting their friends instead of having friends of my own. I'm not sure when this changed.
*Yes. Yes he is.
Sunday, January 11, 2004
If I Had All the World, And Time
On Friday Jeremy came over and stayed the weekend and I was happy because I remembered how it felt like to wrap my arms around someone again. We spent all of the afternoon lying next to each other in that state of sublime time-stopping happiness, as if it were some kind of Activity*, with the curtains drawn shut and the room turned a soft orange by the light through them, and fell asleep around each other. In the evening we went to T's to play with her guinea pig and we all went to dinner together, with my family, and her family, for Cantonese cuisine. My parents were pleased that Jeremy could use chopsticks. Also, those hokey Chinese zodiac placemats are oddly accurate for him which I thought amusing, and also it says that he is compatible with an Ox, which is me. We went to Barnes and Noble in a cozy bubble of nerd-puppy-love and pointed out all the fantasy paperbacks we'd read and flipped through manga, opening the books left to right, and had hot cups of coffee, his a straight expresso at 11 at night. When we got home we played Trivial Pursuit and put together an Empire Strikes Back jigsaw because that's his favorite of the original trilogy, and had extreme headaches at three in the morning trying to piece the edges of the puzzle together, which of course, being Star Wars, were all uniformly black and littered with stars.
*And also splashing around in the bathtub while my parents weren't home. I actually don't think I'll repeat that again. Fun as it is, it can get very cramped in there.
Saturday we went to Starbucks and Forbidden Fruit, the sex toy store, with Malex but not Nick (who had a headache) and played around with cheap platex costumes, like some kind of X-rated dollar store except expensive. I tried the tester samples of "scented pleasure oil" and poked the squishy dildos. Whee! Squishy squishy! This thoroughly disturbed everyone, except for me. We went to the ice cream shop and ordered bubble tea and pastries, but didn't drink out of the same cup with different straws because that'd've been too sickeningly cute, and we went around all the different shops like the Chinese bookstore and TenRen and that store for souped-up Asian cars and the Oriental Market but not the bridal store because that would've been freaky. We went to the music store (where we made crude jokes about trombone slide oil) and the hobby store at Congressional Plaza, and when we got home we put together a 3D apple puzzle which boggled Jeremy's mind due to his lack of depth perception, but he triumphed in the end. Jeremy did flashy things with my foil and my dad talked his ear off at dinner, which was mushrooms.
On Sunday we had coffee and cake for breakfast, and snuggled up next to each other watching the hilariously dubbed Mothra III in our pajamas. At lunchtime we went for dim sum and afterwards to Best Buy, then came home. I suggested that we take some pictures around the house, ostensibly for those last three shots remaining on the roll of film, but in reality to keep the farewells from dragging on for too long because goodbyes are terrible things. Jeremy's parents came in, having brought my Christmas present which had just been delivered by UPS over the weekend, and I kissed my Pie goodbye (several times) and then he went home.
My house and everything is still the same as before (except for residual gossip amongst my mother's friends and stern Talks about the Nature of Boys), as if I've woken up from some dream-like state and he was never here.
On Friday Jeremy came over and stayed the weekend and I was happy because I remembered how it felt like to wrap my arms around someone again. We spent all of the afternoon lying next to each other in that state of sublime time-stopping happiness, as if it were some kind of Activity*, with the curtains drawn shut and the room turned a soft orange by the light through them, and fell asleep around each other. In the evening we went to T's to play with her guinea pig and we all went to dinner together, with my family, and her family, for Cantonese cuisine. My parents were pleased that Jeremy could use chopsticks. Also, those hokey Chinese zodiac placemats are oddly accurate for him which I thought amusing, and also it says that he is compatible with an Ox, which is me. We went to Barnes and Noble in a cozy bubble of nerd-puppy-love and pointed out all the fantasy paperbacks we'd read and flipped through manga, opening the books left to right, and had hot cups of coffee, his a straight expresso at 11 at night. When we got home we played Trivial Pursuit and put together an Empire Strikes Back jigsaw because that's his favorite of the original trilogy, and had extreme headaches at three in the morning trying to piece the edges of the puzzle together, which of course, being Star Wars, were all uniformly black and littered with stars.
*And also splashing around in the bathtub while my parents weren't home. I actually don't think I'll repeat that again. Fun as it is, it can get very cramped in there.
Saturday we went to Starbucks and Forbidden Fruit, the sex toy store, with Malex but not Nick (who had a headache) and played around with cheap platex costumes, like some kind of X-rated dollar store except expensive. I tried the tester samples of "scented pleasure oil" and poked the squishy dildos. Whee! Squishy squishy! This thoroughly disturbed everyone, except for me. We went to the ice cream shop and ordered bubble tea and pastries, but didn't drink out of the same cup with different straws because that'd've been too sickeningly cute, and we went around all the different shops like the Chinese bookstore and TenRen and that store for souped-up Asian cars and the Oriental Market but not the bridal store because that would've been freaky. We went to the music store (where we made crude jokes about trombone slide oil) and the hobby store at Congressional Plaza, and when we got home we put together a 3D apple puzzle which boggled Jeremy's mind due to his lack of depth perception, but he triumphed in the end. Jeremy did flashy things with my foil and my dad talked his ear off at dinner, which was mushrooms.
On Sunday we had coffee and cake for breakfast, and snuggled up next to each other watching the hilariously dubbed Mothra III in our pajamas. At lunchtime we went for dim sum and afterwards to Best Buy, then came home. I suggested that we take some pictures around the house, ostensibly for those last three shots remaining on the roll of film, but in reality to keep the farewells from dragging on for too long because goodbyes are terrible things. Jeremy's parents came in, having brought my Christmas present which had just been delivered by UPS over the weekend, and I kissed my Pie goodbye (several times) and then he went home.
My house and everything is still the same as before (except for residual gossip amongst my mother's friends and stern Talks about the Nature of Boys), as if I've woken up from some dream-like state and he was never here.
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