October 10th, 2009

Jones Party Hat

Forgive me, Livejournal, for I have sinned. A lot. Some more. Again.

Subject was plagarized from a Lolcat. Ohhhh yeah...

Lots of stuff has been going on, but the rate at which the stuff occurred prevented me from typing any of it. I suppose I'll start with last night, which was great. Aida, Shannon and I all went dancing at a club. It was just like the raves at PortCon, only there's comfy leather furniture and it wasn't as hot. Also, I have discovered my secret, if not THE secret, to dancing well. Depending on how tall your dance partner is, imagine it's Weiss (for partners taller than you), Nero (partners about your height. That's probably more of a personalized one, because I'm about 5'7" and Nero is 5'8".) or Zexion (partners shorter than you). It makes the dancing much more enjoyable.

More Amy drama has occurred, but nothing out of the ordinary. Except that I've discovered via Angelica that Amy is terrified of me because she thinks I'm posessed or something. WTF? My Katamari Damacy copy is still in her room too. *sigh* Awkward. Everyone and their dog seems to think she's unstable, so no one wants me to just take Russ along to get it back, so I've been advised to take an RA with me. I asked Carly Bennett and she said she'd do it. The thing is, though, I don't think of Amy as a threat of any kind. A nuisance, maybe, but not a threat.

Russ keeps bemoaning her lack of love life. I don't quite know what I'm supposed to do about that. She has the most unrealistic expectations I've ever seen since I've evaluated my own expectations. And she knows that what she's looking for isn't realistic, but she still seeks it out. In a very passive manner. Namely, by lying around in bed and bemoaning aforementioned lack of love life. Does she expect a fairytale romance to fall through the window? 

I love campus food. I'm being totally serious. No one else I know likes campus food, but it's amazing. Maybe it's the freedom of the fact that I can have Mountain Dew and waffles for brunch and no one bitches.

Earlier, while working, I managed to pull the hell out of a muscle in my back. My mobility is limited along my left side, particularly in my neck. Telling myself that Weiss would totally take the pain isn't helping. I'll probably put something on it when my shift ends... In 2.5 hours. If I weren't getting paid, I'd be so pissed.

So, a list of fun things I've done:
Dragged Russ downstairs to play DoC on the big screen TV in the KQ.
Discovered that weather in Troy is almost as PMS-y as the weather in Maine.
Started reading My Life Is Average.com again.
Had a very in-depth conversation about sex with Aida, Jamie and Shannon outside a club.
Laughed about creepy pedos with Jamie.
Danced with a younger, black version of Murdoc.
Discovered my awesome fangirl dancing secret.
Ate a waffle.
Checked for my Chem grade.
Developed a Loveless fetish. (No, FF7 fans. Not the play. The manga. Though Bri and I have developed headcanon crack in which Genesis actually reads the manga, loves it and buys the DVDs.)
Ordered Loveless 1-8 via Interlibrary-Loan.

Gotta go back to work soon, but I want some fruit. Or another waffle. Ehn...