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lykomancerReturned safely from Ashland, no problems or incidences of note.
Being in Ashland was fun. Got to see lots of people I miss and don't get to see very much. Got to meet some new people, and that was cool.
Ate good food, enjoyed fabulous weather, talked with wonderful friends, did nothing of really any value and then got really drunk and tried to fend off everyone who wanted to grope me. (A surprising number of people, actually.) Footed the bill for a seven-person lunch at a really nice restaurant. Talked to the campus minister about Augustinian theology. Ripped the hell out of the jeans I was wearing, ate lots of chocolate, and drank like ten bottles of Bacardi Razz and some coconut rum. Got kissed by lesbians. Smoked a little. Wandered around town a lot. Used David as a lounge chair. Met a furry fandom freak that makes me look normal and who worshiped me for knowingnifty_trousers and soappuppy. (Fur-freak's name was Evan; more on him below.) Fell asleep on the floor with three other people in a big blanket-less, pillow-less puppypile.
Woke up hungover.
Did nothing today. Learned that gasoline eats holes in asphalt. Enjoyed more weather. Walked around a lot. Ripped my jeans more.
Came home.
Yep. Good vacation.
OK, so I met Evan. Interesting guy, to put it mildly.
Furry aficionado, but that's usually not a bad thing, right? Oh, no, Evan's one of those scary obsessiveish furries, who can connect everything to furs and furriness. That's OK. I don't really have a problem with that; after all, I'm moderately interested in furry art and the fur-fandom myself. I can speak the lingo, y'know.
Some stuff he said made me wanna throttle him/hurt myself. Some of it was just weird. And some of it was cute. It all balanced out.
He's not bad-looking, not bad at all. Reminded me-- painfully-- of Luc Benoit. Same long dark hair, same facial structure, same scruff of facial hair... Not Luc, though. Very definately not Luc.
In some ways, I feel the same way about Evan as I do about, say, Britney Spears music, for an example. Yes, I listen to it and enjoy it, but I don't want to get caught enjoying it. That's embarrassing, y'know? Terrible, shameful, guilty pleasure.
I think at some point last night when he was laying on that pile of stuff in the corner relaxing and babbling about something unimportant, I was ogling his exposed belly. O_o;; If I was that drunk and still remember it... Not a good sign, ladies and gents, not at all.
I have officially been single for 19 months now.
(single = completely single; not dating, even casually; no real crushes or potential relationships; nothing; nada.)
Go me! (Or something.) *shrugs*
I have been unemployed for 5 months.
Go me! I'm a lazy slacker bum and proud!
...God, I think I need to go pass out. I still feel messed up from last night.
Being in Ashland was fun. Got to see lots of people I miss and don't get to see very much. Got to meet some new people, and that was cool.
Ate good food, enjoyed fabulous weather, talked with wonderful friends, did nothing of really any value and then got really drunk and tried to fend off everyone who wanted to grope me. (A surprising number of people, actually.) Footed the bill for a seven-person lunch at a really nice restaurant. Talked to the campus minister about Augustinian theology. Ripped the hell out of the jeans I was wearing, ate lots of chocolate, and drank like ten bottles of Bacardi Razz and some coconut rum. Got kissed by lesbians. Smoked a little. Wandered around town a lot. Used David as a lounge chair. Met a furry fandom freak that makes me look normal and who worshiped me for knowing
nifty_trousers and soappuppy. (Fur-freak's name was Evan; more on him below.) Fell asleep on the floor with three other people in a big blanket-less, pillow-less puppypile.Woke up hungover.
Did nothing today. Learned that gasoline eats holes in asphalt. Enjoyed more weather. Walked around a lot. Ripped my jeans more.
Came home.
Yep. Good vacation.
OK, so I met Evan. Interesting guy, to put it mildly.
Furry aficionado, but that's usually not a bad thing, right? Oh, no, Evan's one of those scary obsessiveish furries, who can connect everything to furs and furriness. That's OK. I don't really have a problem with that; after all, I'm moderately interested in furry art and the fur-fandom myself. I can speak the lingo, y'know.
Some stuff he said made me wanna throttle him/hurt myself. Some of it was just weird. And some of it was cute. It all balanced out.
He's not bad-looking, not bad at all. Reminded me-- painfully-- of Luc Benoit. Same long dark hair, same facial structure, same scruff of facial hair... Not Luc, though. Very definately not Luc.
In some ways, I feel the same way about Evan as I do about, say, Britney Spears music, for an example. Yes, I listen to it and enjoy it, but I don't want to get caught enjoying it. That's embarrassing, y'know? Terrible, shameful, guilty pleasure.
I think at some point last night when he was laying on that pile of stuff in the corner relaxing and babbling about something unimportant, I was ogling his exposed belly. O_o;; If I was that drunk and still remember it... Not a good sign, ladies and gents, not at all.
I have officially been single for 19 months now.
(single = completely single; not dating, even casually; no real crushes or potential relationships; nothing; nada.)
Go me! (Or something.) *shrugs*
I have been unemployed for 5 months.
Go me! I'm a lazy slacker bum and proud!
...God, I think I need to go pass out. I still feel messed up from last night.
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Date: 2005-03-31 02:04 am (UTC)And you were complaining about your life before! Shame! XD Sounds like you had awesome fun, go you XD
You're not a lazy bum, you're a student! (right?) and we're allowed to have... cogitation time, aheh...
Best I did on the weekend? Drew a shit yaoi doujinshi with four other mates... Soon to be three after I murder one XD
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Date: 2005-03-31 08:04 am (UTC)Well, probably. That's because most of my life is not like my vacation. Most of my life nowadays is quite boring, cosisting of seminary homework, writing smut, and dealing with my roommate's varying degrees of weirdness. I don't know anyone else in the Cities yet, because I scare people off or something.
My vacations to Ashland, on the other hand, are fun. That's because everyone loved me, and then I moved away, so when I come back they have to cram five or so months of love into 24 hours. This leads to a lot of strange gropings-kissing-hugs-cuddles. For a day, I feel like a superstar, getting glomped by random people squealing my name, and life is good.
And then I come back to Minneapolis.
...I wanna draw a yaoi dj with friends. ^_^ With people I know, it'd be bad.