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Went to writing group prepared this time, with a snippet from the magicgeeking document, what I had of the unicorn story, what I had of the ugly duckling story, plus my written-up dream. Werewolves, princes, beasts, and virgins, oh my!

We had fun. I think I finally managed to explain Darkside's non-stick-in-the-mud side to easalle.

It's very true that on the first and only time they met, he was in rather dorky pajamas and managed to carry on as if he were in Armani and we were in standard-issue glamourbombing outfits (half of which was true). However, that's his polite-oh-dear-lord-I'm-half-asleep-and-there-are-WEIRD-STRANGERS-here!!! side, because unlike many utter complete and dorky geekboys, he has a very smooth, polished, and professional side that snaps into place when there are strangers about, especially when he's probably dying to just wring my neck. (We really should have gotten there earlier. It was past his bedtime. Is it my fault that he's got about the same bedtime that a ten-year-old should have?)

On the other hand, he wouldn't have gotten to be my most-trusted best friend if he didn't have his complete dork utterly silly side. Stuffed-suits don't work on their RPGs in the cafeteria at school, don't have arm-wrestling competitions at school (especially ones that degenerate into full-body-contact wrestling and mock-strangulation, where random passersby will come up and comment that it looks as if we're about to kill each other), and especially don't have lightsabre fights right in the middle of the courtyard at a rather too stuffy tech school. He, for the record, supplied the lightsabres, batteries, and a good 45% of the swordfighting know-how. He's also an incorrigible punster, an anime freak, and shows up for Halloween parties dressed up as a Sith. Once we had a lightsabre fight at the bus stop at the mall. He's a gamergeek, and will cheerfully regale me with the tales of what happened in game at his gaming group. He throws fireballs at soda machines. He pretends to drop anvils on the heads of obnoxious classmates.

As a best friend for a Lunatic, this makes far more sense than a 100% stiff-stick. Far, far more sense.

We had the flirtatious waiter again. It's very odd that I'm not enjoying flirtation with a cute guy more, but I'm really not at all into the entire idea. I'm so completely and utterly taken that I cannot wrap my mind around the concept of adding someone new to the list, even in jest. This is somewhat scary to me, because I've always had an open-ended list of people I was in love or at least in serious like with. It was always possible for me to add someone, even if it were only to the bottom of the prioritized queue, even though there was no guarantee of them staying there.

I can't do that anymore. Whoever's on is on, and there is no more room. Full up. Find someone else. I don't know if it'll remain like that for the remainder of the year, or if it's going to be permanent. I can't say I object, either. I also don't know whether there will be room to re-add anyone low-priority who may get booted from the queue.

I also had the sudden realization that while preferable, it is not necessary for me to pay for a new computer in one lump sum. I do have a steady income with a goodly amount of overage from the monthly recurring bills and one-time expenses. I have just gotten a raise. I have just gotten a reduction in bills roughly equivalent to the monthly-broken-down price of a new machine. I had money left over even before that reduction in bills, enough to save some. My current machine is only useful as a slow desktop with a small hard drive.

We'll see what happens.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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