Lara I.

You know, I have no problem admitting it: yes, you're right, I am making a lot of posts/starting a lot of posts with "my boyfriend..."

Hey, I get a kick out of saying it, okay? I've never had a boyfriend before and never even contemplated the possibility. I'm sure if I had a girlfriend (assuming we weren't constantly on the outs) I'd post a lot about her too, but yes, I do realize how often I use the phrase "my boyfriend." GIMME A BREAK.

So anyway. About MY BOYFRIEND and my hair products and his hair in general: I've said several times that I don't like his hair. He does not particularly like mine either and has also made this known, but whatever, my hair is awesome. He slicks his, well, not back, just down, and pretty much all the time. Yeah, I've seen it not slicked down like that, like, in the mornings and stuff, and over the summer last year sometimes I'd see him after he'd been in the water or something. I get why he does that with it: with his hair just doing whatever, he looks really young. Like, really, really young, like, if he said he was sixteen, I'd believe him and so would anyone else. It's cute, but kind of disturbing at the same time, and I definitely understand not wanting to be mistaken for a sixteen-year-old.

So, I was like, you know, you should spike your hair up. You should try the hair spiky-thingy. And as I'm suggesting this, I'm picturing it and thinking it would look pretty decent, and probably not be difficult to do, either. But he's vehemently disagreeing with me as I'm suggesting this, and I'm like, what, why not? What's wrong with spiky hair?

And his response totally baffled me.

He said, "no way, I'd look like a twink."

WHAT. THE FUCK.

Oh f-list mine, do you know what a twink is? I mean, I know what a twink is. But I was pretty sure it wasn't part of the vocabulary of a straight boy from South Jersey. Don't... I mean... isn't that just a word that gay people use? To describe other gay people? Or am I totally wrong, and everyone knows and uses this word? Cause it's not something I hear often, I mean, it's not a word I've heard, well, pretty much ever since I've lived here, except from my neighbors' son, last summer, and he's gay.

Or... is there another meaning to the word twink that I don't know?

And anyone who suggests that my boyfriend really isn't just a straight boy from South Jersey is getting a massive eye-roll. No, we don't know every.single.thing about each other. But we're quite aware of each other's sexual preferences, thanks. THAT is something we've spilled to each other in detail. He's straight.

Which is why I don't understand why the concept of "looking like a twink" is something that would even enter his head.

Somehow we went right from talking about hair stuff to my clothes being ALL OVER the floor and how I just generally turn everywhere I am into a huge mess, and I was so shocked by the twink comment that I said absolutely nothing about it, and kind of forgot about it until now.

But I'm not letting this one go. I want to know where that came from!

Erica.

Has returned.

And holy fuck have I missed her.

In a very un-Erica like move, though, she has yet to spill anything about Virginia or wherever else she's been. But she's here now. On my futon.

Not to stay, of course, just to spend the night.

It's not every day someone disappears and then actually reappears.

What are you doing chillin' with Jason Voorhees at Crystal Lake anyway? Can't you just salt and burn him and be done with it?

And:

Not that I consider slasher flicks to be the epitome of sexual representation, but... when drunk and in the midst of sex, do most people announce when they're about to come?

Oh well, what do I know. It's not like I watch drunk people having sex anyway... lol.

Can anyone remember when they last used the expression "no duh?"

A catchy subject line

A humorous re-telling of my day

An optimistic view of the world

A satisfied view of my life

A warm and fuzzy feeling one gets from thinking about loved ones

Favorite things

Enjoyable activities

Fun ways to pass the time

Intellectual pursuits

Bragging rights

Pride

A sense of accomplishment

Love

No need for a definition, simply proving it exists

No anxiety and sleepless nights

No staring out the window without seeing the street

Mars bars and shooting stars

Carnivals

Freak shows

A place for everyone and everyone has their place

The bird woman does the chicken dance on the dining hall table

The little girl dances barefoot on the sand

Under the moonlight

Next to the ocean

Listening

Ear to the ground

Head to the grindstone

Never looking back

Cut this and paste it

A touching tale

A clever retelling

Find me

And tell me it was written

Say it was done

I think people would think I'm funnier if only they were as dorky as I am.

For example:

(bemoans a co-worker) "How do I get a chick to go out with me?"

(my advice) "Just tell her it travels in time."

*blank stare*

OR

I work in a restaurant. The managers carry green cards with them that can be swiped on the computers. Everyone else's card is white. Sometimes the managers let other employees use their green cards. This is called "having power."

(asks a co-worker) "Hey, I need power, does anyone have power?"

(me) "I do, I have the power!" *holds up green manager card* "I can defeat anything! Unless it's yellow, of course. Green doesn't work on yellow, you know."

*blank stare*

The letters have worn off the s, d, n, m, k, l, and e on my keyboard.

It's cool, though, obviously I am surviving... maybe I can write them on with sharpie?

Now ALL of my kitchen is in my living room... this is a good thing, although irritating.

There are four pairs of white boots on their way here. I want to make sure I get the right size, see :P

I am in a mood. What kind of mood? I don't know. I'm not sure. I'm not feeling like myself. I'm not really sure why.

I am the worst lesbian in the world, that much is certain. That's one of the key things I identify myself as. Maybe that is my problem. Maybe my problem is that I should never have let my sexual orientation define me as much as it has.

I've known too many girls who have been all "yeah I'm such a lesbian" and then the next thing you know they've got a boyfriend. I look down my nose in scorn at those girls.

Somewhere, somebody is out having a really good time. Somewhere, someone is realizing something for the first time. Somewhere, someone is deciding to change something. Somewhere, someone is doing exactly what they did yesterday and loving it. Somewhere, someone is totally, completely happy. Somewhere, someone only has a minute more to live. Somewhere, someone is dreaming something they'll forget upon waking.

Maybe somewhere, someone is thinking about me.

Wondering what I'm doing.

Wondering if I'm okay.

Wondering if I ever think about them.

Wondering what would happen if they tried to find me.

I don't fuck things up on purpose, you know. Somehow it just seems to happen, I don't know.

Can someone from Pennsylvania Dutch Country please mail me a Shoofly pie?

I just read a fanfic that mentioned shoofly pie. And now I want one.

And I'm positive that there is not a single slice on this island.

Anyone? Bail me out? Help me cave to my craving?

Shoofly pie with coffee ice cream. Obviously. The only way it can ever be consumed.

Well well, if it isn't Little Miss Lara home from a weekend of loser-dom?

Whatever, obviously I am not a loser if I've had such an exciting weekend.

If I annoy Jury, whatever. She doesn't have to hang out with me. If Bevan wants to ditch me because I annoy his girlfriend, whatever. Nothing lasts for long.

Friday night I worked late and came home and started watching my downloads of "The Dresden Files" and I'm thinking I like the books better, but we'll see.

It rained yesterday, so laying out in the sun with Erica was pretty much out of the question. I stayed home and watched some more Dresden Files. Bevan called to see if I wanted to come over and play rock band and I said no thanks, god forbid I annoy Jury or anything. Erica didn't actually call me anyway, but that's fine because it was raining anyway. Saturday night I did take out at the restaurant and made about an extra thirty bucks from people tipping on take out, which is always good. I then spent that money on buying shots for one of my co-workers who is joining the army. Meaning yeah, I did go to a bar after work, after I said I wasn't doing that anymore.

Today it was nice out and Erica did call and did ask me to come over and lay out with her, but I managed to talk her into coming over here instead, and on her way to the island she stopped at the liquor store and picked up sangria, and we sat on the porch and drank that.

So, yeah. I was being sarcastic about loser-dom but really, I don't have all that much to say tonight, not about myself, anyway. Very exciting. I work, and I drink, and that's about it for me.

I did watch my Doctor Who download, and again, I'm reserving judgement for when I get to see the second part. It seems really promising. I have a ton of speculations about Dr. River Song, of course. But it took me a while to realize I've already seen her on ER :P

That's it for now.

I really, really am. And tomorrow starts the 20 blocks at 4am horror - horror of horrors!

So in other words, I've got to go to bed! I have a whole lot to say, though, and I guess I'll probably elaborate on this stuff later in the week or something.

1. People are disgusting. Seriously. Being a hostess in a restaurant has just reinforced this opinion of mine. People make me want to puke. This is me, puking from too much exposure to stupidity and nastiness.

2. I have soooo many good things to say (and a few bad things to say) about the new episode of Doctor Who!

3. I spent over 48 hours straight with Bevan this weekend. We are definitely friends. It is very cool. I have a friend.

4. My upstairs is completely finished and ready to rent, however my first renters backed out on me. I should have kept their deposit I guess, but I didn't, I gave it back. I am too nice. Niceness is not good for business.

5. I didn't talk to my mom today. I never talk to her. I didn't even think about her until just now.

6. Krissy IMed me and wants me to come to Philly to visit her this week. I shouldn't go. I really want to go. I am probably going to go.

7. I drove my car two blocks. Breakin' the law, breakin' the law!

8. I did not consume any alcohol this weekend, nor did I go to any bars.

9. I would like to find some Iron Man/War Machine slash, please. Or I could probably handle some Tony Stark/Pepper Potts.

10. Is it bad to comment on people's entries with just one word, or just an emoticon? I don't always have anything to say, and sometimes I just like to leave something saying "hey, I'm reading you."