Oh crap, I have to move tomorrow and have not even started packing! Brilliant. As soon as I am done with this journal entry, I have to hurry the hell up and throw everything in some boxes so I can meet Lane tonight for oxygen at the O2 bar.
Curry last night was even more fun than last time. I got to met Solisis and he is quite the handsome chap, with the COOLEST hair I have ever seen on a guy. Who I was really excited about meeting though was Dia. You guys have no idea how cool she is in real life. She was very funny, sweet, and genuine, a real pleasure to be around. She came floating into curry wearing a little goth dress, looking just like a cute little doll that escaped from her doll house.
As usual, I froze up and became the 12 year old shy, foot-scuffling farm boy from Nebraska as I forewarned, but she was still so polite and thoughtful, and I already knew she was going to be hilarious from her journal entries. She was so sweet, I gave her a mixtape with sets of mine on both sides and she gave me back suicidegirl stickers!!!! Yeahhhh!!! I can't wait to put them up. Someone at dinner brought her Hello Kitty Vibrator and she was like "DAMMIT! GET THAT THING OFF THE TABLE, IT ISN'T...FRESH..." apparently it had not been sterilized, lol.
We talked about the heartbreaker boy that appeared in her journals. I am again reminded of how small this world is because I KNOW Dia's heartbreaker! He comes from my hometown and is always in a band, all of the women in the punk scene are hard-nipped for him. Anyway, this boy is a complete ass, he has turned down every single friend of mine just based on their appearance. They would come to me heartbroken, asking if they were ugly, and all I could think was that he was a fucked up, conceited psycho, to turn down so many hot and nice women. Now my belief is reaffirmed, as any guy who would turn down Dia is a complete moron, she is beautiful and has lots of personality, without a doubt. He told her she has creepy eyes! What a bastard. Dia has very lovely eyes, they're bright and reflect her good karma. My friends always asked me how I could stay so calm around that guy, they claimed he was "the hottest man in the world" and yes, he is attractive but (1) I am gay 5,000 times over and am not attracted to ANY guy. (2) After seeing how he treated my friends, I was shocked at how someone could be that cruel and stuck-up. He's a real slut, that one.
I hate people who abuse others just because they're attractive, your facial features are a randomly assigned genetic lottery. I was really unattractive for most of my life until I became 16, then I started to change and look a little different. People started treating me like a human being. It shocked me to see the drastic difference in how people treat you based on your appearance. Before, when I was homely and chubby, girls wouldn't befriend me and boys would always ask me out on dates and say "I was just KIDDING! Bwa ha ha" and run away. Then all of a sudden, at 16, I gained a voice, fought back with the people that were bitches, and puberty was kind enough to somehow change my face drastically and make me not fat. Then all of a sudden I was getting stuff for free from the same guys that made fun of me and girls were asking me where I shopped, how to get the same look with my make-up or clothes. People are sick like that.
Anyway, Dia was very lovely, I was completely impressed with what a nice person she is. She also has a very pretty, innocent smile that makes me think of children playing in the snow. We got to talking about exes and how all of her exes have been bigger psychos than mine, how one tried to suffocate her with a pillow! Whenever I hear about a man abusing his strength like that, it makes me physically ill, I always think that if I was a a strong, broad-shouldered man, I would only use it to protect a woman, I could never see myself using that same physical power to hit her or hurt her. Dia especially is such a pretty, delicate little lady, who the fuck would be sick enough to hurt her.
I went to the club last night and couldn't help it; I got up in the cage...even though I got there past the guestlist time, they let me in free because they liked my "shirt and smile" that night. As usual, all my drinks were free, so the cheap clubbing experience last night countered the expensive curry dinner. At first, I went on stage, and the music was horrible, so I tried so hard to dance but it looked really bad. Whenever I dance to bad music, I feel like I am faking an orgasm. "Oh yeah. Oooh. Snare. Drumbeat. Oh yeah." **With apathetic stare** Then somebody got that terrible DJ off and a really good DJ came on, so I went up in the cage and got crazy, I invented a few new dance moves and saw a few gay guys trying to imitate them on the other side of the club, lol. I danced for hours and one of my exes was like "Damn, that was some stamina tonight" and I go "Yup...oh and not just in the cage, baby doll" and she started cracking up. I like the cage, it keeps out all of the heartbreaker women at the club that I know will just use me. I'm in the cage, in a red spotlight, and everybody can watch my moves but they sure as hell can't come in and spin me their lies. 20 feet up, and i'm just surveying everyone like a princess, I put on the impression I am a sultry, sexy bitch to offset my nervousness if any of them hit on me later.
Oh and one did. She looked like Chewbacca. I'm not exaggerating here. She was huge, with fur like artificially blonde hair. I danced with her anyway because I try not to turn people down based on appearance. After 10 minutes it was really apparent that she didn't want to talk to me to get to know me as a person, she just wanted to grind herself against me. She was so large and sweaty, I became nauseous. On top of this, she smelled like bug spray. BUG SPRAY!!!!! I couldn't take it anymore, I had a feeling she was drunk anyway, so I told her I had to leave, which pissed her off, and I bounced. I just had a sick sad moment of realization when dancing with her. I thought, "For fuck's sakes, do you really value yourself so lowly that you will let this large, sweaty girl that doesn't even want to get to know you grind herself all over your body and grab your ass? She smells like bug spray. Don't be a clubslut...pick up your shit and walk away." So I did.
Yessss, I am absolutely thrilled now to know Claudia doesn't think i'm a dork, I can go on living my life now!!! LOL. Superb. I am happy. I think I am going to get a doughnut and coffee for b-fast, mmm MMMM!!!!!
Curry last night was even more fun than last time. I got to met Solisis and he is quite the handsome chap, with the COOLEST hair I have ever seen on a guy. Who I was really excited about meeting though was Dia. You guys have no idea how cool she is in real life. She was very funny, sweet, and genuine, a real pleasure to be around. She came floating into curry wearing a little goth dress, looking just like a cute little doll that escaped from her doll house.
As usual, I froze up and became the 12 year old shy, foot-scuffling farm boy from Nebraska as I forewarned, but she was still so polite and thoughtful, and I already knew she was going to be hilarious from her journal entries. She was so sweet, I gave her a mixtape with sets of mine on both sides and she gave me back suicidegirl stickers!!!! Yeahhhh!!! I can't wait to put them up. Someone at dinner brought her Hello Kitty Vibrator and she was like "DAMMIT! GET THAT THING OFF THE TABLE, IT ISN'T...FRESH..." apparently it had not been sterilized, lol.
We talked about the heartbreaker boy that appeared in her journals. I am again reminded of how small this world is because I KNOW Dia's heartbreaker! He comes from my hometown and is always in a band, all of the women in the punk scene are hard-nipped for him. Anyway, this boy is a complete ass, he has turned down every single friend of mine just based on their appearance. They would come to me heartbroken, asking if they were ugly, and all I could think was that he was a fucked up, conceited psycho, to turn down so many hot and nice women. Now my belief is reaffirmed, as any guy who would turn down Dia is a complete moron, she is beautiful and has lots of personality, without a doubt. He told her she has creepy eyes! What a bastard. Dia has very lovely eyes, they're bright and reflect her good karma. My friends always asked me how I could stay so calm around that guy, they claimed he was "the hottest man in the world" and yes, he is attractive but (1) I am gay 5,000 times over and am not attracted to ANY guy. (2) After seeing how he treated my friends, I was shocked at how someone could be that cruel and stuck-up. He's a real slut, that one.
I hate people who abuse others just because they're attractive, your facial features are a randomly assigned genetic lottery. I was really unattractive for most of my life until I became 16, then I started to change and look a little different. People started treating me like a human being. It shocked me to see the drastic difference in how people treat you based on your appearance. Before, when I was homely and chubby, girls wouldn't befriend me and boys would always ask me out on dates and say "I was just KIDDING! Bwa ha ha" and run away. Then all of a sudden, at 16, I gained a voice, fought back with the people that were bitches, and puberty was kind enough to somehow change my face drastically and make me not fat. Then all of a sudden I was getting stuff for free from the same guys that made fun of me and girls were asking me where I shopped, how to get the same look with my make-up or clothes. People are sick like that.
Anyway, Dia was very lovely, I was completely impressed with what a nice person she is. She also has a very pretty, innocent smile that makes me think of children playing in the snow. We got to talking about exes and how all of her exes have been bigger psychos than mine, how one tried to suffocate her with a pillow! Whenever I hear about a man abusing his strength like that, it makes me physically ill, I always think that if I was a a strong, broad-shouldered man, I would only use it to protect a woman, I could never see myself using that same physical power to hit her or hurt her. Dia especially is such a pretty, delicate little lady, who the fuck would be sick enough to hurt her.
I went to the club last night and couldn't help it; I got up in the cage...even though I got there past the guestlist time, they let me in free because they liked my "shirt and smile" that night. As usual, all my drinks were free, so the cheap clubbing experience last night countered the expensive curry dinner. At first, I went on stage, and the music was horrible, so I tried so hard to dance but it looked really bad. Whenever I dance to bad music, I feel like I am faking an orgasm. "Oh yeah. Oooh. Snare. Drumbeat. Oh yeah." **With apathetic stare** Then somebody got that terrible DJ off and a really good DJ came on, so I went up in the cage and got crazy, I invented a few new dance moves and saw a few gay guys trying to imitate them on the other side of the club, lol. I danced for hours and one of my exes was like "Damn, that was some stamina tonight" and I go "Yup...oh and not just in the cage, baby doll" and she started cracking up. I like the cage, it keeps out all of the heartbreaker women at the club that I know will just use me. I'm in the cage, in a red spotlight, and everybody can watch my moves but they sure as hell can't come in and spin me their lies. 20 feet up, and i'm just surveying everyone like a princess, I put on the impression I am a sultry, sexy bitch to offset my nervousness if any of them hit on me later.
Oh and one did. She looked like Chewbacca. I'm not exaggerating here. She was huge, with fur like artificially blonde hair. I danced with her anyway because I try not to turn people down based on appearance. After 10 minutes it was really apparent that she didn't want to talk to me to get to know me as a person, she just wanted to grind herself against me. She was so large and sweaty, I became nauseous. On top of this, she smelled like bug spray. BUG SPRAY!!!!! I couldn't take it anymore, I had a feeling she was drunk anyway, so I told her I had to leave, which pissed her off, and I bounced. I just had a sick sad moment of realization when dancing with her. I thought, "For fuck's sakes, do you really value yourself so lowly that you will let this large, sweaty girl that doesn't even want to get to know you grind herself all over your body and grab your ass? She smells like bug spray. Don't be a clubslut...pick up your shit and walk away." So I did.
Yessss, I am absolutely thrilled now to know Claudia doesn't think i'm a dork, I can go on living my life now!!! LOL. Superb. I am happy. I think I am going to get a doughnut and coffee for b-fast, mmm MMMM!!!!!
mechanic:
i like your writing... a lot.