Jan. 9th, 2007

Update

Jan. 9th, 2007 08:45 pm
lierdumoa: (*PHOOMP*)
Today I finally moved all my vids to my new website, which at this point is little more than webspace. Right now I'm uploading some vids to imeem.

Other plans for before I go to bed:
- finish clipping
- finish beta'ing [livejournal.com profile] toft_froggy's vid
- panic in the general direction of After Effects

In other news, the Indian guy? Who thought netspeak and referring to me in the diminutive was sexxi? TOTALLY STALKING ME.

Called me fourteen times, ten of which were after I told him to stop calling me.

Okay, to provide context, I was an avoidant h0r and never RSVP'd on that date I almost went on. So he calls me three times Saturday night, which I didn't realize until after the fact. My phone was kind of drowned out by Resident Evil playing in the background w/ dvd commentary.

Which, btw, AWESOME COMMENTARY, and thanks to [livejournal.com profile] fembuck for the recc. Mila Jovovich is such a goddamn rock star. She does up her hair all crazy and runs around flashing the camera and BEATING PEOPLE. IN ALL HER MOVIES. THE WOMAN IS, LIKE, INCAPABLE OF PULLING PUNCHES. For real. If you see her punching someone in a movie. Chances are she did, in fact, actually punch them.

But back to my stalker.

So Sunday night he calls me for the fourth time. I answer the phone. That date I never RSVP'd on? Apparently he showed up anyway, despite my not having responded to his e-mail. And waited for two hours. So I'm like. Oh. That sucks. I'm sorry for making you wait. I should have told you I wasn't going to make it. But well, I'm not really interested in meeting you.

him: Can I see you some other time?
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa No, I'm sorry, I'm not interested.
him: But we blah blah restaurant blah blah hang out.
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa I'm sorry. I don't know what to tell you. I'm not interested.
him: No, please, I would just like to talk with you. Why the sudden change of heart. (I'm approximating here, since his English is not all that great)
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa I just don't want to see you. (is this conversation still seriously going on?)
him: I don't understand. (okay, now you're just abusing the language barrier to pretend you don't know what the fuck I'm saying)
him: No, please, tell me what is wrong. If there's something that is bothering you.
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa I'm fine. I just don't want to date you
him: No, no! Not date! I just want to be friends.
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa :|
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa I don't want to be friends with you either.
him: No, please, why are you not interested.
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa I don't actually owe you an explanation.
him: If there's a problem, please tell me. If something's going on with you—
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa I'm going to go now. ::hangs up::

::phone rings ominously::

[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa Okay, I'm going to say this again. ::deep breath::
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa I'm sorry for not telling you that I had changed my mind. I honestly didn't think you'd show up since I didn't RSVB.
him: No, no, it's fine—
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa But I'm not interested in you. I'm going to hang up the phone now. I'd appreciate it if you'd stop calling me.

At which point I started calling up friends to share this surprising new turn in my imaginary sex life.

[livejournal.com profile] spaggel: Hello?
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa Dude, I have a stalker.
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa You remember the Indian guy I talked about on my journal. He won't stop calling me.
::phone beeps::
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa He's calling me right now.
[livejournal.com profile] spaggel: I have a stalker at work.
[livejournal.com profile] spaggel: This guy names Johnny.
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa I'm sorry.
[livejournal.com profile] spaggel: My boss was like, "Someone has a crush on you!"
[livejournal.com profile] spaggel: I was like, "Johnny?"
[livejournal.com profile] spaggel: She was all "How did you guess?"
::phone beeps AGAIN::
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa Make him stop calling me Syd. MAKE HIM STOP CALLING ME.
[livejournal.com profile] spaggel: You want me to beat him up for you? I'll beat him up for you. No one touches my woman.
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa So, you were telling me about Johnny.
[livejournal.com profile] spaggel: And he has this creepy obsession with Calvin Klein shoes. (she works in the shoe department) He'll just, like, caress the shoes in front of me, it's so creepy.
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa Dude, that is creepy.
[livejournal.com profile] spaggel: I know, seriously! I was like "having fun caressing those shoes, Johnny?"
[livejournal.com profile] spaggel: And he was all, "What would you do if I caressed you?"
[livejournal.com profile] spaggel: And I told him, "I would PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE."
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa ::BUSTS UP LAUGHING::
[livejournal.com profile] spaggel: I was all, "And you'd go down to, because, you know, you're top heavy."
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa And he's still after you?
[livejournal.com profile] spaggel: YES.
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa Maybe he's an idiot and he thought you were kidding.
[livejournal.com profile] spaggel: I WASN'T KIDDING!
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa I know you weren't. I'm not an idiot.

-later-
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa You know the Indian guy? He's kind of stalking me now. He won't stop calling.
[livejournal.com profile] fashes: Can I threaten him for you?
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa I can handle it.
[livejournal.com profile] fashes: I know you can. I just want to.
::phone rings::
[livejournal.com profile] fashes: Is that him again.
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa Yes. YES IT IS. FUCKING STALKER.

-later-
otherroommate: So the restaurant is where?
[livejournal.com profile] fashes: Three blocks down the street, ottherroommate.
otherrommate: I just don't want us to miss each other, you know. I don't want to get lost and then miss him because I end up twenty minutes late, you know.
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: (mutters under breath) Maybe you won't miss him. Maybe he'll wait for two hours because he's a crazy stalker.
[livejournal.com profile] fashes: ::guffaws::
otherrommate: You guys are making fun of me aren't you.
[livejournal.com profile] fashes: No otherrommate, we think it's adorable, you getting all worried about your date.
otherroomate: ::looks skeptical::

-later-
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa I'm making food.
[livejournal.com profile] spaggel: I'm eating delicious chicken salad with—
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa Stop talking about food while I'm hungry.
[livejournal.com profile] spaggel: —little pieces of nuts and romaine lettuce and—
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa I hate you.
[livejournal.com profile] spaggel: Yeah, well, this is what you get for hating me.
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa Dude, he called like two more times while you weren't here.
[livejournal.com profile] spaggel: Give me his number.
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa No, [livejournal.com profile] fashes has dibs.
[livejournal.com profile] spaggel: Yeah, but I've known you longer. I've got dibs on you.
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa You might have a point. I mean, if I give her his number she can threaten him, but if I gave you his number, you could totally tell him, "Stop calling my girlfriend or I will hunt you down."
[livejournal.com profile] spaggel: Is he still calling?
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa No, I think he stopped for the night.
[livejournal.com profile] spaggel: Time for stalkers to go beddie-bye?
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa I guess so.


He called me three more times yesterday night. He hasn't called tonight. It's possible he finally caught a clue.

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