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mrsronweasley) wrote2003-01-25 07:07 pm
mrsronweasley) wrote2003-01-25 07:07 pm
...in which Liz imitates her love and tells all about her drinking ways.
So, last night, as I was sitting/lying on/in my bed, I had an urge to actually go out and do something. Seeing as how that urge doesn't come too often, I thought I'd take advantage of it. So, I called up a friend, who promptly informed me that she was just about to call me. I am telling you - psychic. In any case, we ended up going for pre-dinner drinks ("Yes, we're pretentious," said she) with a few people and the half a pint of Grolsch that I had went straight to my head. WHY am I so pathetic? I blame it on the fact that I kinda forgot to eat lunch (oops), so I hadn't actuall had dinner. In any case, we had a lovely time, just sitting around and talking, and then she got to work - trying to convince me to go to a club with the rest of them. I wanted to come - just to be able to sit there and laugh at the shitty music with everyone - but since I am being so frugal now, I couldn't allow myself that luxury. However, half an hour later, I had been told that I could just pay them back, and I just couldn't, in good conscience, ignore the cute faces turned to me, saying "Oh, come on, I'll go if you go!" So, I folded.
We went out to a club, whose name sounded oddly familiar to me up until we got there and I realised that it was one of the gay clubs that I'd seen on the Queer Tour I'd taken of the town. Heh. By that time, I had also had a few more drinks, and was pretty damn drunk, which, of course, made the experience much more enjoyable. (Is Liz, who yelled at her boyfriend for drinking too much last night, a hypocrite? Oh, yes, you bet. Does she feel guilty? Not a chance.) Boys kissing boys, girls kissing girls, and a lot of Meat-Marketing going on. Very fun. However, I was pretty damn tired, and the alcohol had made me even more sleepy, so I left earlier than most people, another friend came with me. By the time I got home, the buzz had cleared and I just fell into bed. Then was promptly woken up. Twice. Sam calling. It would have been better had I not had to get up today at 8 o'clock in the fucking morning to go grocery shopping. (Why? Free bus to a cheap place. Oh, yeah.) Argh. (When we talked later today, and I said that I was tired because someone had woken me up twice to talk last night, his response was: "what sort of sick bastard would do THAT?" Humph.)
However, I made a valiant effort this morning and actually did it. It was rainy, I was tired as hell, but dammit, I made it to the bus and actually got things done.
The next order of business was to sleep until my conscience started to gnaw at me, and I was quite successful in that, as well.
So, all in all, it was a good day. Somewhat nonsensical in the sleeping habits department, but then, what are the weekends for? Exactly.
~*~
So, I realised that when I read through the R/S thread I was fuming so hard that I'd missed some of the finer points. Such as "JKR created wonderful characters of Remus J. Lupin and Sirius Black, and I just do not see how portraying them as S/R or R/S, however "cute", does justice either to them or to JKR."
A few words, and I swear I will shut up for the time being.
This logic baffles me and I will do something that a certain now-older fellow-Ghost said I should/could do. I am unleashing the Bitch Within and saying -
Fuck you and your homophobic ways. If you don't like the thread, then fucking stay away. End of story.
~*~
I highly recommend this album - P.J. Harvey's "Is This Desire?". It is absolutely gorgeous. I especially love "Angelene", "Catherine", and "The River". Wow. So beautiful.
~*~
So, a while ago I, for one reaon or another, can't even remember now, entered the SBRL Valentine's Day challenge. I got my challenge. Why, oh WHY did I do that? *sigh* Oh, well. At least I know that somewhere out there, someone is trying hard to stay within the requirements that I had given. Ha. Hahahahahahahaha!
~*~
For some reason, I am having the hardest time getting through the second book of "The Two Towers". I'm not sure why...it's just so...I dunno. Dense. But I will finish it. I am almost at the Faramir part, and am quite excited about that, after all the things I've heard about him. Although Carrie warned me that I can't have him. He's hers, and apparently has been since sixth grade. Seeing as how she is now a Junior in college, that is quite respectable, and I will lay off. I told her as much, adding that if Remus stays mine, all is good. She agreed.
God, I miss her. I haven't seen her in so long, and still when we talk - so rarely, sadly - we just pick up where we left of. That's a sure sign of seven years of friendship having not been for naught. If that sentence even made sense.
This is turning out to be quite non-sensical and uninteresting, and I apologise. But I guess that's how I'm feeling at the moment - so, it ain't my fault.
One last thing, then -
Happy Birthday,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
voxmaille! May it be a joyful one - and I hope that your steak was worthy. Or whatever it was that you ended up having as your "going all out on birthday" meal. *mwah*
Off to make dinner - whoohooo, food! - and finish up "The Two Towers". Life is good.
We went out to a club, whose name sounded oddly familiar to me up until we got there and I realised that it was one of the gay clubs that I'd seen on the Queer Tour I'd taken of the town. Heh. By that time, I had also had a few more drinks, and was pretty damn drunk, which, of course, made the experience much more enjoyable. (Is Liz, who yelled at her boyfriend for drinking too much last night, a hypocrite? Oh, yes, you bet. Does she feel guilty? Not a chance.) Boys kissing boys, girls kissing girls, and a lot of Meat-Marketing going on. Very fun. However, I was pretty damn tired, and the alcohol had made me even more sleepy, so I left earlier than most people, another friend came with me. By the time I got home, the buzz had cleared and I just fell into bed. Then was promptly woken up. Twice. Sam calling. It would have been better had I not had to get up today at 8 o'clock in the fucking morning to go grocery shopping. (Why? Free bus to a cheap place. Oh, yeah.) Argh. (When we talked later today, and I said that I was tired because someone had woken me up twice to talk last night, his response was: "what sort of sick bastard would do THAT?" Humph.)
However, I made a valiant effort this morning and actually did it. It was rainy, I was tired as hell, but dammit, I made it to the bus and actually got things done.
The next order of business was to sleep until my conscience started to gnaw at me, and I was quite successful in that, as well.
So, all in all, it was a good day. Somewhat nonsensical in the sleeping habits department, but then, what are the weekends for? Exactly.
~*~
So, I realised that when I read through the R/S thread I was fuming so hard that I'd missed some of the finer points. Such as "JKR created wonderful characters of Remus J. Lupin and Sirius Black, and I just do not see how portraying them as S/R or R/S, however "cute", does justice either to them or to JKR."
A few words, and I swear I will shut up for the time being.
This logic baffles me and I will do something that a certain now-older fellow-Ghost said I should/could do. I am unleashing the Bitch Within and saying -
Fuck you and your homophobic ways. If you don't like the thread, then fucking stay away. End of story.
~*~
I highly recommend this album - P.J. Harvey's "Is This Desire?". It is absolutely gorgeous. I especially love "Angelene", "Catherine", and "The River". Wow. So beautiful.
~*~
So, a while ago I, for one reaon or another, can't even remember now, entered the SBRL Valentine's Day challenge. I got my challenge. Why, oh WHY did I do that? *sigh* Oh, well. At least I know that somewhere out there, someone is trying hard to stay within the requirements that I had given. Ha. Hahahahahahahaha!
~*~
For some reason, I am having the hardest time getting through the second book of "The Two Towers". I'm not sure why...it's just so...I dunno. Dense. But I will finish it. I am almost at the Faramir part, and am quite excited about that, after all the things I've heard about him. Although Carrie warned me that I can't have him. He's hers, and apparently has been since sixth grade. Seeing as how she is now a Junior in college, that is quite respectable, and I will lay off. I told her as much, adding that if Remus stays mine, all is good. She agreed.
God, I miss her. I haven't seen her in so long, and still when we talk - so rarely, sadly - we just pick up where we left of. That's a sure sign of seven years of friendship having not been for naught. If that sentence even made sense.
This is turning out to be quite non-sensical and uninteresting, and I apologise. But I guess that's how I'm feeling at the moment - so, it ain't my fault.
One last thing, then -
Happy Birthday,
voxmaille! May it be a joyful one - and I hope that your steak was worthy. Or whatever it was that you ended up having as your "going all out on birthday" meal. *mwah*Off to make dinner - whoohooo, food! - and finish up "The Two Towers". Life is good.