so, i'm updating live (via satellite) from the university of massachusetts in lovely amherst, ma. the weather and scenery out here are great it appears that fall has fallen upon this side of the state and the love of my favorite season is fully and completely underway. i'm spending the weekend here with brandon (from henceforth referred to as "pants" or "the pants") at his house. we are working on the scooter store e-commerce website thats been draining my will to live since january.
things are going well, we came up with a plan to reduce our commitment to the client, get the website up and operational, and safe-guard against all of the client-payment and communication problems we ran into this time around. we may even make some money off of the site.
i got into town really early yesterday and holy bea arthur was it pissing down rain over here; we ended up laying around on the living room couches watching the USA Network on television. we were just wasting time before we started working, but before we knew it, we had watched almost all of thir13een ghosts (lame-ass se7en rip-off spelling) as well as final destination and the cell. then, we finally got about an hours worth of work done (in which we solved all of our problems -- because we are jus that good) and ate some spaghetti.
it was just an awesome afternnoon spent with the pants. one of those perfect sunday afternoons you can only have once a year, maybe twice where you just lay around in full cognizance of your lethargy, somehow summoning the courage to sit through every commercial break, during over 7 hours of tv viewing.
i will remember this day for a long time.
so, after all of this, i decided to get all sexied up to dance before law & order : svu came on. we watched the show (which was somehow more twisted than usual... shit, some of their plots are so fucking intense and sick). after law & order me and the pants went to dorinda's pre-game party (the "game" in question being a night of dancing at some lame club that was having an event called "burning down the disco"). the pre-game party was mostly just sitting in the living room watching blade (our fourth shit horror movie of the day, woo hoo!). but, all were present (of the friends and acquaintances i have on this side of the state).
dancing was pretty good; very filled with energy. i got to see my friend laura (more on her later) it was fun, but she didn't dance because she is shy and felt awkward with us (hasn't seen me or the pants in about two years or so) and she was also having problems with her boy. pants and i danced with some serious energy, i was especially proud of us when we crashed onto the bar-stage to pass out and magnificently sprang back to life like zombie-punkers-from-the-pit-of-cbgb to dance like maniacs when we heard the first bit of vocals from the ramones' rock n' roll highschool.
rock.
i got all sweaty and gross and came back to the pants' place and passed out on his couch without even the benefit of a shower.
woke up and got my shower the next day and hung out with laura for a bit (after the pants and i finished our daily 1 hour of work).
a little bit about laura: laura is cute as hell. laura is shy. this makes her cuter. she has a great sense of humor (if you've ever spoken with her) and doesn't take me seriously at all. this is obviously a recipe for success as far as being my friend goes. i had a huge crush on her when i met her over two years ago. i followed her around like a toy on a string. she talked me into letting her shave my head. shortly thereafter she told me she had no interest in me (and, funnily enough, the boy she did have interest in, had a shaved head -- and i had spent the whole week making fun of how silly he looked with his head shaved). so, that left me feeling pretty stupid; which, chris my best-friend and roomate decided to exploit the whole ride home and until the hair grew all of the way back.
anyway, after that, she went from being incredibly, almost unrealistically shy and timid around me, to being very friendly and comfortable (as far as conversation is concerned). we talk online from time to time and i've hung out with her a couple of times since then. most recently, this afternoon.
it was fun. it was awkward. it was typical for her and i. she talked about her boyfriend and her troubles/fears/etc with him. i wished she would talk more about that so there would be less silence. i wish i had more questions or better advice for her. i am not good for a cute little girl to go to for advice about a boy. i am too pessimistic and bitter. i am convinced everything will end in fire.
i'm not attracted to her like i used to be. i feel too big and old and not-innocent around her. i think she would be an awesome little sister (she's just a few years younger) but i would have to kill all of her boyfriends, so that would be rough i suppose.
so, this is probably a boring, drama-free update, but i like to do these every once in a while, so i can remember a couple of months from now, a really fun weekend that i had in amherst, at the beginning of the fall, with my best friend in the universe and most-righteous pseudo-brother and compatriot, the pants.
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oh, and i trimmed about 16 people off of the friends list. it was getting too difficult to figure out who's journals i read and who's i don't, so i just got rid of all the people i never seem to converse with.
things are going well, we came up with a plan to reduce our commitment to the client, get the website up and operational, and safe-guard against all of the client-payment and communication problems we ran into this time around. we may even make some money off of the site.
i got into town really early yesterday and holy bea arthur was it pissing down rain over here; we ended up laying around on the living room couches watching the USA Network on television. we were just wasting time before we started working, but before we knew it, we had watched almost all of thir13een ghosts (lame-ass se7en rip-off spelling) as well as final destination and the cell. then, we finally got about an hours worth of work done (in which we solved all of our problems -- because we are jus that good) and ate some spaghetti.
it was just an awesome afternnoon spent with the pants. one of those perfect sunday afternoons you can only have once a year, maybe twice where you just lay around in full cognizance of your lethargy, somehow summoning the courage to sit through every commercial break, during over 7 hours of tv viewing.
i will remember this day for a long time.
so, after all of this, i decided to get all sexied up to dance before law & order : svu came on. we watched the show (which was somehow more twisted than usual... shit, some of their plots are so fucking intense and sick). after law & order me and the pants went to dorinda's pre-game party (the "game" in question being a night of dancing at some lame club that was having an event called "burning down the disco"). the pre-game party was mostly just sitting in the living room watching blade (our fourth shit horror movie of the day, woo hoo!). but, all were present (of the friends and acquaintances i have on this side of the state).
dancing was pretty good; very filled with energy. i got to see my friend laura (more on her later) it was fun, but she didn't dance because she is shy and felt awkward with us (hasn't seen me or the pants in about two years or so) and she was also having problems with her boy. pants and i danced with some serious energy, i was especially proud of us when we crashed onto the bar-stage to pass out and magnificently sprang back to life like zombie-punkers-from-the-pit-of-cbgb to dance like maniacs when we heard the first bit of vocals from the ramones' rock n' roll highschool.
rock.
i got all sweaty and gross and came back to the pants' place and passed out on his couch without even the benefit of a shower.
woke up and got my shower the next day and hung out with laura for a bit (after the pants and i finished our daily 1 hour of work).
a little bit about laura: laura is cute as hell. laura is shy. this makes her cuter. she has a great sense of humor (if you've ever spoken with her) and doesn't take me seriously at all. this is obviously a recipe for success as far as being my friend goes. i had a huge crush on her when i met her over two years ago. i followed her around like a toy on a string. she talked me into letting her shave my head. shortly thereafter she told me she had no interest in me (and, funnily enough, the boy she did have interest in, had a shaved head -- and i had spent the whole week making fun of how silly he looked with his head shaved). so, that left me feeling pretty stupid; which, chris my best-friend and roomate decided to exploit the whole ride home and until the hair grew all of the way back.
anyway, after that, she went from being incredibly, almost unrealistically shy and timid around me, to being very friendly and comfortable (as far as conversation is concerned). we talk online from time to time and i've hung out with her a couple of times since then. most recently, this afternoon.
it was fun. it was awkward. it was typical for her and i. she talked about her boyfriend and her troubles/fears/etc with him. i wished she would talk more about that so there would be less silence. i wish i had more questions or better advice for her. i am not good for a cute little girl to go to for advice about a boy. i am too pessimistic and bitter. i am convinced everything will end in fire.
i'm not attracted to her like i used to be. i feel too big and old and not-innocent around her. i think she would be an awesome little sister (she's just a few years younger) but i would have to kill all of her boyfriends, so that would be rough i suppose.
so, this is probably a boring, drama-free update, but i like to do these every once in a while, so i can remember a couple of months from now, a really fun weekend that i had in amherst, at the beginning of the fall, with my best friend in the universe and most-righteous pseudo-brother and compatriot, the pants.
***
oh, and i trimmed about 16 people off of the friends list. it was getting too difficult to figure out who's journals i read and who's i don't, so i just got rid of all the people i never seem to converse with.
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oh wait. yes i am.
silly pixie.
okay. i have a plan on how to get to boston!
i traverse the laws of time and space due to molecular deconstruction. i will come in the form of a quarter-bin comic book. but beware for when night has fallen i will dissipate into the nothingness of the universe and no one shall see me ever again. this is a dangerous mission Knight BuckyKatt of Boston! you must ensure the young maidens safety by devouring the quarter-bin comic books. may zeus be with you!