Not-so-good-and-old "How do you feel" thread
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Dark_Jester
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rahvin
keeper of the flame
no, we were just exploiting your joke for the sake of our abominable egos.RealHazard said:
oh, come here and hug me, you naku!
@RH: *hugs back* you're a sweety too, never think you're stupid *holds tight*
edit: i hope i didn't overdo it with the hugs, sheesh, what a damned softie i can be.
edit: i hope i didn't overdo it with the hugs, sheesh, what a damned softie i can be.
Lina
kickass elizabethan style
Caelestia
rawr
Rusty
A-HAHAHA!
RH, I don't know you that well so I'm not going to hug you and call you sweet. But I don't think you're stupid, for the record.
NF: Tiiiired, and pissed off because of a stupid rugby game. Bloody French...
NF: Tiiiired, and pissed off because of a stupid rugby game. Bloody French...
Caelestia
rawr
@Rusty: Hah, so Thomas should be happy when I see him tomorrow. And I didn't know rugby was so important to you.
nf: okayish, even if we just lost one whole hour due to DST. i'm reading fanfiction summaries in italian, and they're creepier than their english counterparts. fanfiction.it should be shut down or at least it should come with a 'comic relief' warning.
these people actually (badly) translate fics in english and try to present them as original work. i'm so having a nerd's field day tomorrow, instead of going to a party where i would meet heather love.
these people actually (badly) translate fics in english and try to present them as original work. i'm so having a nerd's field day tomorrow, instead of going to a party where i would meet heather love.
nf: confused. forgot the summer time change this night and now fail to realize it's already bloody 4:30 am. and i am trying to work out a new concept/design for my desolate website in order to keep things more interesting, but i can't seem to come up with something decent.
rahvin
keeper of the flame
@haffard: of course lina is sweet. 
last night i went to a club where a cover band played some 80's songs. they were ok, nothing special, and uproariously gay. in fact it was the occasion for a couple of observations.
first: people don't really listen to music at shows. you can see them either waving their hands around like malfunctioning lawnmowers, or standing in a corner bitching about everything from the noise to the suckiness level of the band. but they don't try and merge with the sounds, in the hope to get something out of the experience. i just have to assume most are like that when it comes to records too, and that's part of the reason why crappy bands tend to win: the time dedicated to actually listening is null, and the time spent reacting is 100%. i mean, i can try to blend in with a not-so-exciting version of tears for fears' shout for a few minutes. it's still more interesting than complaining.
second, and this mostly goes out to hyena: there was a tubby in the club (gothically dressed, dreamy eyes, blatant "i'm-fat-so-people-don't-like-me-so-i'm-a-goth" pose) whom i found attractive in an unexplainable way. i decided she should be my heather love for the night (!), which means i stood and stared trying to picture myself in the shoes of someone who had to give an explanation as to why he liked that girl. unsurprisingly, i couldn't. but while on the one hand i realised that it might indeed be problematic to find out details about what makes peculiar people attractive in our eyes, i still managed to come up with at least a partial list of features i found, broadly speaking, "pretty" about the occasional evil incarnate. such as: a stern, unrelenting expression in her eyes. an endearing smile. an evenness of skin. a motherly broadness of shoulders. now, clearly this is not enough to make me even want to know someone better, but i was able to find out after all. and if i was, mr. r should be too. and if he is, he didn't tell. and if he didn't tell, he probably lied.
as a side note, an apartment in my building got flooded last night so we have no running water. well, we don't need no water, let the mot-- oh, you all would have cracked this joke so don't look at me like that now!
last night i went to a club where a cover band played some 80's songs. they were ok, nothing special, and uproariously gay. in fact it was the occasion for a couple of observations.
first: people don't really listen to music at shows. you can see them either waving their hands around like malfunctioning lawnmowers, or standing in a corner bitching about everything from the noise to the suckiness level of the band. but they don't try and merge with the sounds, in the hope to get something out of the experience. i just have to assume most are like that when it comes to records too, and that's part of the reason why crappy bands tend to win: the time dedicated to actually listening is null, and the time spent reacting is 100%. i mean, i can try to blend in with a not-so-exciting version of tears for fears' shout for a few minutes. it's still more interesting than complaining.
second, and this mostly goes out to hyena: there was a tubby in the club (gothically dressed, dreamy eyes, blatant "i'm-fat-so-people-don't-like-me-so-i'm-a-goth" pose) whom i found attractive in an unexplainable way. i decided she should be my heather love for the night (!), which means i stood and stared trying to picture myself in the shoes of someone who had to give an explanation as to why he liked that girl. unsurprisingly, i couldn't. but while on the one hand i realised that it might indeed be problematic to find out details about what makes peculiar people attractive in our eyes, i still managed to come up with at least a partial list of features i found, broadly speaking, "pretty" about the occasional evil incarnate. such as: a stern, unrelenting expression in her eyes. an endearing smile. an evenness of skin. a motherly broadness of shoulders. now, clearly this is not enough to make me even want to know someone better, but i was able to find out after all. and if i was, mr. r should be too. and if he is, he didn't tell. and if he didn't tell, he probably lied.
as a side note, an apartment in my building got flooded last night so we have no running water. well, we don't need no water, let the mot-- oh, you all would have cracked this joke so don't look at me like that now!
Rusty
A-HAHAHA!
NF: Completely confused by the references to Heather Love ("ah, damn n00bs 
"), but otherwise cold and tired and wondering if I'll be able to force myself to work today. Probably not. 
"), but otherwise cold and tired and wondering if I'll be able to force myself to work today. Probably not.
rahvin
keeper of the flame
@rusty: she's a plump american cook, currently living in rome where she spends her days in bed with the guy hyena is in love with but rejected her. that's mr. r.
Rusty
A-HAHAHA!
heather love is also the name of a pr0n star, but they're not the same person, as far as I can tell from the pictures.
@rahvin: well, that's actually a moving proof of friendship, trying to covet tubbies to assist me in my predicament. maybe we're just more knowledgeable about the reasons why we like people. still, the fact that you probably needed about 30 minutes to ascertain your motives while he apparently didn't understand in more than one year screams bloody lies. either way, i'll never know.
i went to a show myself last night; a friend's band, shots in the dark (ska act) was performing, and i thought i'd go since i had nothing else to do. i went with amy - btw, caelestia, it's not that i don't like her; she's not the most impressive individual alive, but she's good company for stuff like going to concerts, buying music and listening to it, book-shopping etc. i hadn't been to a show in some 4 months, because i was all caught up in my attempt at seduction; the last one was the IMPRESSIVE banda bassotti gig in november, which left me giddy with pleasure for days. this one concert was not as good, obviously, but at some point i felt all happy anyway; good band, shabby place with weirdly dressed people and very cheap alcohol, dancing skinheads, and a general sense of friendly environment that i didn't realize i had missed. it's kind of strange - week in and week out, all i did was quiet dinners, movie nights, and the occasional venture into a dance club, all to keep in touch with mr. r and his friends (that's the dance club part - he won't ever show up in such a place, but all his cronies do, so i was sort of forced to go to become a scene regular). and then, i find out - surprise! - that i'm sometimes a different kind of person; punk rock and its neighborhood are me as much as, say, my job or good harry potter fanfiction is.
i'm feeling lost, and a failure (nothing to do with aforementioned show). maybe it's because i got up at 2 o'clock, maybe it's because i can't even manage to have a relationship with someone whose deep existential musings are the spitting image of mine - who will i be able to catch then?
@rahvin: well, that's actually a moving proof of friendship, trying to covet tubbies to assist me in my predicament.
maybe we're just more knowledgeable about the reasons why we like people. still, the fact that you probably needed about 30 minutes to ascertain your motives while he apparently didn't understand in more than one year screams bloody lies. either way, i'll never know.i went to a show myself last night; a friend's band, shots in the dark (ska act) was performing, and i thought i'd go since i had nothing else to do. i went with amy - btw, caelestia, it's not that i don't like her; she's not the most impressive individual alive, but she's good company for stuff like going to concerts, buying music and listening to it, book-shopping etc. i hadn't been to a show in some 4 months, because i was all caught up in my attempt at seduction; the last one was the IMPRESSIVE banda bassotti gig in november, which left me giddy with pleasure for days. this one concert was not as good, obviously, but at some point i felt all happy anyway; good band, shabby place with weirdly dressed people and very cheap alcohol, dancing skinheads, and a general sense of friendly environment that i didn't realize i had missed. it's kind of strange - week in and week out, all i did was quiet dinners, movie nights, and the occasional venture into a dance club, all to keep in touch with mr. r and his friends (that's the dance club part - he won't ever show up in such a place, but all his cronies do, so i was sort of forced to go to become a scene regular). and then, i find out - surprise! - that i'm sometimes a different kind of person; punk rock and its neighborhood are me as much as, say, my job or good harry potter fanfiction is.
i'm feeling lost, and a failure (nothing to do with aforementioned show). maybe it's because i got up at 2 o'clock, maybe it's because i can't even manage to have a relationship with someone whose deep existential musings are the spitting image of mine - who will i be able to catch then?
Dark_Jester
Unrepentant sentient
nf: :/ exams of english tomorrow, fuck me. I think i should repeat the grammar but i find UM and doing nothing much more interesting.
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