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mrsronweasley) wrote2002-10-05 10:55 am
mrsronweasley) wrote2002-10-05 10:55 am
On Stalking and Being a Lightweight.
Well, 'tis the weekend. Which is good, because I still don't have an alarm clock, and can sleep till whenever without worrying about when I have to get up. Which I did. Well, until 10, anyway.
Well, went to the International Student Welcome Party (still feels weird that I'm the international student, not the ones with the British accent). It was...entertaining, let's just say that.
Actually, the most entertaining part I am sort of ashamed of. No, before you get any bad, bad ideas in your heads (stop it, Anna, I know what you're thinking!), it has little to do with what I did.
Allow me to explain.
When we got there (Marie, Theresa and I, who else?), we had to get name badges (I hate those), and right in front of us there were these two guys. They had come separately, it seems, and I had seen both of them before. One was from Oregon, from what I gather, the other, I'm not sure where, but damn, I would like to know where they grow them so beautiful. I mean, really beautiful. There are certain faces that you see that just have it. To me, those really beautiful people glow, they just...stand out. He had that face. He had these intense blue eyes (sort of like I imagine Sirius as having), light-brown-almost-blond shaggy hair (Remus!), this great mouth, very...ummm...I don't know, just - trust me. He was gorgeous. The other one was a head taller, also very good-looking (he just didn't seem to glow as the other one did). They were both very pretty.
But I digress.
Like I said, I had noticed both of them before. As in noticed. But as soon as they had written their name badges, they got involved in a conversation (introducing themselves, from what I could gather, since they shook hands). No one else was really privy to it. That's when the first suspicion creeped in.
The evening wore on.
After the Dean had spoken his 'few words', people started mingling, talking, introducing themselves, while we three stood and simply talked to one another. You have to understand - by this point, all you can really talk about with strangers is where you come from, why you're here, and what your major is. I'd like to have a real conversation every once in a while, which is what Marie and Theresa provide, since we already know a lot about one another. So, we stood there, and I saw the two boys still standing where they had been standing, talking to one another. Theresa, knowing that I wanted to look (what?), rotated us so that I was facing them. We all laughed, ha ha ha, it was very amusing, and began to speculate. Normally, at these gatherings, people not only want to meet other people, but they're secretly hoping to get off. Or at least meet a potential person to get off with. Which is when you start seeing girls talking to guys, and vice versa. Those two had plenty of opportunity to talk to girls. They kept standing and talking to one another.
I don't know why, but we became really intrigued. We wanted to see how this would turn out, because the party really wasn't as exciting as it could have been. So, we began to entertain ourselves. Marie thought that yes, they were, in fact, flirting with each other (Marie: 'I'm the only lesbian I know that says 'awwww' when she sees two gay boys together. And only then.') Theresa and I agreed, and 'awwww'ed' at all the appropriate times.
But wait! There's more to this abominable 'people watching' experience!
When they moved towards the drinks, we rotated, so we could see them. For an hour, while we stood there, talking and laughing, we kept watching them. A few girls tried talking to them, and the boys were nice, but the difference between how the taller one looked at the girls as opposed to the boy next to him was rather amusing.
Those girls didn't stand a chance.
After a while, they left. We didn't know where they'd gone, but there were so many people, we didn't even notice when they did. At least not at first.
A little later, we decided to move next door to a pub, which is where most of the party had moved to, and as soon as we walked in, we squealed, because there they were. Still talking to each other, yes, but there were also a few girls surrounding them. (Surprise!) We laughed, Theresa and I got a drink (Smirnoff Ice is way too easy to drink...) and we went back to where Marie was standing. It turned out she was standing right next to them. We had another good laugh.
At some point, the girls that they were talking to must have realized they were hitting a dead end, and went off somewhere else. The two stalkees of ours moved to a different part of the room. Marie noticed some definite 'leaning' on one's part. We giggled.
I was getting tipsy. Very much so, because I am a horrible lightweight. Theresa had to go and have an obligatory chat with the people from her college, while Marie and I talked, occasionally looking to see what our boys were up to. We had a really good coversation, the sort that you want to have, it was honest and interesting, and we found out more about each other, which is always good. We also at some point both said how lucky it was that our college had chosen the other one to go, because if it had been anyone else from there...well, I shudder to think.
And, the, er, climax of the evening came when, after saying goodbye to some girls, our two boys left.
Together.
Marie and I gave each other high-fives. We so wanted them to get together. And I really really hope we weren't wrong.
After that, we talked for a little longer, saw the guy whom Theresa and I met when we were getting to campus, and chatted with him a little bit. Then, we left, still giggling and wishing we could know for sure that we were right. I think we were.
The next morning I was very very ashamed of myself. *sigh*
Yesterday, Marie and I went with the LGBT group on a 'Queer Tour of Brighton', which was basically a pub crawl, where all the pubs happened to be gay (well, for gay people). It was intereseting, but since we were saving our money and not drinking, not as interesting as for a few others.
And that is all the news that's fit to print.
I know. It's fascinating. If you've made it this far, I salute you. My life isn't very exciting, I realize this.
I'm hoping it'll get more so once classes start. Maybe...
Well, went to the International Student Welcome Party (still feels weird that I'm the international student, not the ones with the British accent). It was...entertaining, let's just say that.
Actually, the most entertaining part I am sort of ashamed of. No, before you get any bad, bad ideas in your heads (stop it, Anna, I know what you're thinking!), it has little to do with what I did.
Allow me to explain.
When we got there (Marie, Theresa and I, who else?), we had to get name badges (I hate those), and right in front of us there were these two guys. They had come separately, it seems, and I had seen both of them before. One was from Oregon, from what I gather, the other, I'm not sure where, but damn, I would like to know where they grow them so beautiful. I mean, really beautiful. There are certain faces that you see that just have it. To me, those really beautiful people glow, they just...stand out. He had that face. He had these intense blue eyes (sort of like I imagine Sirius as having), light-brown-almost-blond shaggy hair (Remus!), this great mouth, very...ummm...I don't know, just - trust me. He was gorgeous. The other one was a head taller, also very good-looking (he just didn't seem to glow as the other one did). They were both very pretty.
But I digress.
Like I said, I had noticed both of them before. As in noticed. But as soon as they had written their name badges, they got involved in a conversation (introducing themselves, from what I could gather, since they shook hands). No one else was really privy to it. That's when the first suspicion creeped in.
The evening wore on.
After the Dean had spoken his 'few words', people started mingling, talking, introducing themselves, while we three stood and simply talked to one another. You have to understand - by this point, all you can really talk about with strangers is where you come from, why you're here, and what your major is. I'd like to have a real conversation every once in a while, which is what Marie and Theresa provide, since we already know a lot about one another. So, we stood there, and I saw the two boys still standing where they had been standing, talking to one another. Theresa, knowing that I wanted to look (what?), rotated us so that I was facing them. We all laughed, ha ha ha, it was very amusing, and began to speculate. Normally, at these gatherings, people not only want to meet other people, but they're secretly hoping to get off. Or at least meet a potential person to get off with. Which is when you start seeing girls talking to guys, and vice versa. Those two had plenty of opportunity to talk to girls. They kept standing and talking to one another.
I don't know why, but we became really intrigued. We wanted to see how this would turn out, because the party really wasn't as exciting as it could have been. So, we began to entertain ourselves. Marie thought that yes, they were, in fact, flirting with each other (Marie: 'I'm the only lesbian I know that says 'awwww' when she sees two gay boys together. And only then.') Theresa and I agreed, and 'awwww'ed' at all the appropriate times.
But wait! There's more to this abominable 'people watching' experience!
When they moved towards the drinks, we rotated, so we could see them. For an hour, while we stood there, talking and laughing, we kept watching them. A few girls tried talking to them, and the boys were nice, but the difference between how the taller one looked at the girls as opposed to the boy next to him was rather amusing.
Those girls didn't stand a chance.
After a while, they left. We didn't know where they'd gone, but there were so many people, we didn't even notice when they did. At least not at first.
A little later, we decided to move next door to a pub, which is where most of the party had moved to, and as soon as we walked in, we squealed, because there they were. Still talking to each other, yes, but there were also a few girls surrounding them. (Surprise!) We laughed, Theresa and I got a drink (Smirnoff Ice is way too easy to drink...) and we went back to where Marie was standing. It turned out she was standing right next to them. We had another good laugh.
At some point, the girls that they were talking to must have realized they were hitting a dead end, and went off somewhere else. The two stalkees of ours moved to a different part of the room. Marie noticed some definite 'leaning' on one's part. We giggled.
I was getting tipsy. Very much so, because I am a horrible lightweight. Theresa had to go and have an obligatory chat with the people from her college, while Marie and I talked, occasionally looking to see what our boys were up to. We had a really good coversation, the sort that you want to have, it was honest and interesting, and we found out more about each other, which is always good. We also at some point both said how lucky it was that our college had chosen the other one to go, because if it had been anyone else from there...well, I shudder to think.
And, the, er, climax of the evening came when, after saying goodbye to some girls, our two boys left.
Together.
Marie and I gave each other high-fives. We so wanted them to get together. And I really really hope we weren't wrong.
After that, we talked for a little longer, saw the guy whom Theresa and I met when we were getting to campus, and chatted with him a little bit. Then, we left, still giggling and wishing we could know for sure that we were right. I think we were.
The next morning I was very very ashamed of myself. *sigh*
Yesterday, Marie and I went with the LGBT group on a 'Queer Tour of Brighton', which was basically a pub crawl, where all the pubs happened to be gay (well, for gay people). It was intereseting, but since we were saving our money and not drinking, not as interesting as for a few others.
And that is all the news that's fit to print.
I know. It's fascinating. If you've made it this far, I salute you. My life isn't very exciting, I realize this.
I'm hoping it'll get more so once classes start. Maybe...
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*love*
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I probably would have made an obscene gesture at you. Or done something even more obscene, like mooned you, or grabbed his ass.
Then again, I like wearing Hawaiian shirts, listening to Big Band music, and my favorite drink is a bright blue schnapps with the flavour of tropical punch and the name of Blue Maui. I am an obscene person.
Don't be ashamed of yourself, though. Deep now, must of us would admit we'd done like things in our lives. Besides, regret is the most useless of emotions. Rather, you should think about it and giggle, instead.
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You have no idea how much that would have made my night. I would have been giggling even harder!
Yes, I know all about you and your Hawaiian shirts...hehe...I will be sure to one day, if I have enough money to spare, buy you a black shirt and ship it. Or maybe just get you a bunch of Hawaiian shirts, instead. hehe...
Yes, no regret. Just lots and lots of useless giggling. *giggles*
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(Anonymous) 2002-10-05 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)and I know more than a few lesbians who Awwwww at cute gay boys. because, well, they're *cute*.
okay, well, I love you and all that stuff. I intend to write you tonight. if not it will happen tomorrow. I swear (yeah, we've all heard that before. but I MEAN IT).
XO,
Jadis (who has gotten into the habit of reading Poppy Z. Brite again. as a reward for reading James Joyce yesterday, I read "Drawing Blood" this afternoon. so the two boys in your bar are now named Trevor and Zach, in my head)
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And I could actually tell you their names (hey, they had name badges), but if you'd like for them to be Trevor and Zach, then by all means, that is what they will be called.
Ah, I have yet to finish 'Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man'... I will. As soon as I'm done with all of Wilde. Hehehe... (My revenge on Sam who refuses to read HP before finishing 'Finnegan's Wake'. Yeah, ok.)
love,
Liz :)
random... imagine that
(Anonymous) 2002-10-05 09:24 pm (UTC)(link)so, what this made me think of...
why hasn't anyone ever done a Wilde-ish S/R fic? I am thinkning that "the importance of being Sirius" has to happen. I am incapable of writing anything like that but someone has to.
XO,
Jadis
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YOU are EVIL! If I had enough imagination, I would... I might try. That is simply brilliant. I will have to reread 'The Importance of Bring Earnest' (oh, the hardship!) and possibly attempt it...maybe...maybe. Because writing in Wilde's footsteps is not something that I can easily wrap my mind around.
And he is brilliant. I think I may be in love.
*hugs*
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(Anonymous) 2002-10-06 11:03 am (UTC)(link)thank you. thank you very much.
And he is brilliant. I think I may be in love.
there's nothing quite like an infatuation with a dead, gay man.
that is one of the great tragedies of my life. Between Wilde and Shelley, I am pretty sure that the love of my life has been dead for at least 100 years. how do I even try to make relationships work with the boring academics that we have now?
but at least I get to visit their graves and hold long conversations with them... (I took a nap on Shelley's grave once... but, alas, there was no gothic novel-like visitation from his shade)
if you write "the importance of being Sirius"... you will be a goddess. we will worship you. there will be temples and sacrifices (ritual wastage, no blood sacrifice, sorry, we are sissies... or Orphics). but his style is intimidating as all hell. so, if you don't... well, I am not about to try. and we'll still worship you. (we in this paragraph, is just my habit of referring to myself in the plural... I do not actually have followers)
and reading Joyce isn't as bad as I thought it was. I decided I hated him, when I was 14 and read FW. it took me 13 years to give him a second chance. but I am glad I did. he's still not a favorite, but he is someone who you always think you should read, so I am glad I did. makes me feel like I earned that English minor.
okay, well, I am off to see "the muppet". he's getting cuter.. but still not cute. newborns are just freakish.
XO,
Jadis, who has gotten at least 3 or 4 emails from Liz she hasn't replied to, where Liz has only one from her... I think that makes Jadis the bigger slacker here. (referring to myself in the third person now... you're a psych major. you should know to be afraid by this point)
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mwahahahahahaha...oh, that may be reason enough for me!
seriously, you have me so intrigued now that it's sad. i think i may have to do SOMETHING about it, just to get rid of the bunny you have so callously unleashed.
and i am sorry about the fate of your true love. i'm sure there's another one, lurking in the shadows somewhere... of course, much like wilde, he may prefer the, er, fairer ones of the same sex. bah.
you have four emails from me? oh, yeah...i remember now...hehe...the attack of the emails! gah!
newborns really are freakish. give him a few more weeks, he'll grow into the cuteness phase, i'm sure. ;)
*mwah!*