RL, a meme, and a poll
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lierdumoaAllow me to apologize in advance for the gratuitous overuse of exclamation points.
I'm going to be doing the San Francisco AIDS walk this month. I'm quite excited about it. Have never done anything like this before (read: hates physical exertion). Apparently the dorm I'm in is putting together a team, and all I need to do is sign up with them. Sadly, I don't have money or know anyone with money, so I can't donate. But at least I can show support and get some exercise!
I don't know if I mentioned this before, but the guy I went on the date with turned out to be, like, the worst conversationalist ever. Moving on.
I think I may have an eensy weency crush. See, there's this hot Asian guy that lives in my dorm. Don't think he's Chinese -- maybe Korean or something. Can't really tell one race from another seeing as I've had rather little exposure to Asian men in my lifetime. First saw him the day I checked in to the dorm I'm now living in. He's so fucking pretty -- perfect, poreless, tan skin and these soft, fullcocksucker's lips (woah with the adjectives -- maybe it's time I cut down on the Smallville slash). He doesn't look feminine. I don't know how to describe it. He's just, mmmmm...so pretty. I want to tie him up and do naughty things to him. Or vice versa. Either's good.
Anyway, so I'm doing laundry yesterday. My two wash loads finish, but all the dryers are in use. I wait in my room for twenty minutes, then walk back down to the laundry room. And there he is, unloading the dryers and folding his shirts and boxers and at least one pair of tighty-whitiesOMG he's an Asian Justin Taylor!!!1!!. And there I am, in some ratty-assed pajama pants and one of those nearly see-through white t-shirts that come in eight packs at Longs. And no bra.
*a-heh*
Not exactly expecting to run into hot guys in my dishabille (I can't tell you how proud I am that I spelled that word right on the first try -- who knew you could learn vocabulary from trashy romance novels?). So I'm sitting there on a table (no chairs in the laundry room) swinging my legs like a third-grader (cuz I'm short) waiting for him to finish up. Trying not to ogle him or think pervy thoughts. Okay, that's a lie. Trying not to show that I am ogling him and thinking pervy thoughts.
He finishes up with one dryer. I make my way very carefully over to it because the floor is wet. It would be in bad form to fall on my face. This has happened before (luckily when I was alone and no one could see my embarrassment). I don't think the floor ever dries completely. Maybe I should wear shoes with more traction. Where was I? Oh yes. Walking carefully. Cause I didn't want to fall on my face. And get dirty water all over my already kinda see-though white t-shirt.
And then he has to go and be a total gentleman. He opens the dryer door for me while I'm holding on to a washing machine for dear life trying not to lose my balance. I go over to swipe my card and pay for the load, and he turns it on for me. And I squee and fall desperately in love with him and offer to have his babies. Thankfully not out loud.
Cut to this afternoon. I walk into my classics class. He comes in and sits in the seat just to the right of the one in front of me. I have a class with him. My life is so fabulous. Class starts. It's my first day of what has to be the most boring class ever. But it's okay, because a pretty, pretty man is sitting in front of me. It gets to be time for our five minute break and he turns around in his seat. He recognizes me! He's grins and says hi! And OMGheissoprettyIcannotstandit!!!!!!1!!!
We are obviously mint2B.Okay, it's entirely possible he's just being polite. Hell, for all I know, he's gay. MINT2B, I TELL YOU.
But enough of my nonexistant love life.
[Poll #317908]
I'm going to be doing the San Francisco AIDS walk this month. I'm quite excited about it. Have never done anything like this before (read: hates physical exertion). Apparently the dorm I'm in is putting together a team, and all I need to do is sign up with them. Sadly, I don't have money or know anyone with money, so I can't donate. But at least I can show support and get some exercise!
I don't know if I mentioned this before, but the guy I went on the date with turned out to be, like, the worst conversationalist ever. Moving on.
I think I may have an eensy weency crush. See, there's this hot Asian guy that lives in my dorm. Don't think he's Chinese -- maybe Korean or something. Can't really tell one race from another seeing as I've had rather little exposure to Asian men in my lifetime. First saw him the day I checked in to the dorm I'm now living in. He's so fucking pretty -- perfect, poreless, tan skin and these soft, full
Anyway, so I'm doing laundry yesterday. My two wash loads finish, but all the dryers are in use. I wait in my room for twenty minutes, then walk back down to the laundry room. And there he is, unloading the dryers and folding his shirts and boxers and at least one pair of tighty-whities
*a-heh*
Not exactly expecting to run into hot guys in my dishabille (I can't tell you how proud I am that I spelled that word right on the first try -- who knew you could learn vocabulary from trashy romance novels?). So I'm sitting there on a table (no chairs in the laundry room) swinging my legs like a third-grader (cuz I'm short) waiting for him to finish up. Trying not to ogle him or think pervy thoughts. Okay, that's a lie. Trying not to show that I am ogling him and thinking pervy thoughts.
He finishes up with one dryer. I make my way very carefully over to it because the floor is wet. It would be in bad form to fall on my face. This has happened before (luckily when I was alone and no one could see my embarrassment). I don't think the floor ever dries completely. Maybe I should wear shoes with more traction. Where was I? Oh yes. Walking carefully. Cause I didn't want to fall on my face. And get dirty water all over my already kinda see-though white t-shirt.
And then he has to go and be a total gentleman. He opens the dryer door for me while I'm holding on to a washing machine for dear life trying not to lose my balance. I go over to swipe my card and pay for the load, and he turns it on for me. And I squee and fall desperately in love with him and offer to have his babies. Thankfully not out loud.
Cut to this afternoon. I walk into my classics class. He comes in and sits in the seat just to the right of the one in front of me. I have a class with him. My life is so fabulous. Class starts. It's my first day of what has to be the most boring class ever. But it's okay, because a pretty, pretty man is sitting in front of me. It gets to be time for our five minute break and he turns around in his seat. He recognizes me! He's grins and says hi! And OMGheissoprettyIcannotstandit!!!!!!1!!!
We are obviously mint2B.
But enough of my nonexistant love life.
[Poll #317908]
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Date: 2004-07-08 12:08 am (UTC)Oh,
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sunshinerandyWhy is everyone around me acting like
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Date: 2004-07-08 06:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-08 12:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-08 06:52 pm (UTC)There are better people to live vicariously through. I know, because I have a few of them friended.
;-)