The "What Are You Doing This Moment" Thread

ITP I continue to overanalyze things.

Back from my "date." I'm still not sure what it was. The fact that it was the same excursion which I initially pitched to her as a date indicates that yes it was...but I'm really not sure. She paid for her own ticket; afterwards, we got food and I paid the bill, but I'm not sure she liked that. She's really hard to read. I don't think she particularly liked the movie, and I didn't either (The Men Who Stare At Goats - pretty meh, with really funny bits). She wore makeup, which she doesn't usually, but that might just have been because she was going out...When I first asked her out I was pretty sure beforehand that doing so was unlikely to make my life better but I didn't fucking plan on this. I was prepared for "yes," "no," and "MACE," but not "yes, no, maybe so," which is quite literally what I've gotten.

For some reason my boss is acting as a middleman in this whole thing (yes, it's weird, and yes, I feel like I'm in high school again). I'm hoping things will become clearer on Tuesday (when she works again).

But aside from all that, I've got band practice tomorrow, a new drum program to tinker with, and a stack of cool new power metal albums on my desk to listen to, so the rest of my weekend should be ace.

I've never really been able to grasp this kind of problem - I usually find it really easy to tell when a girl is interested or not. Either way, I don't think it's the most important question to ask yourself. If you like her, just be enthusiastic and warm, tell her you enjoy hanging out with her, and ask her out again. Chances are you'll know the answer from whether she makes an effort to go out with you again. And if you don't get a clear vibe, it probably means She's Just Not That Into You :p
 
Well, the trip was cancelled because the roads going up there were closed. Damn and such. We went bowling, but somehow managed to argue all night. I typically blame me for half or more, but lately I just can't seem to understand what I do wrong.

Also, for those of you who think I'm over the top or immature or whatever: When I post something overtly angry or violent, or when I make a reference to H or something else along those lines, I am not typically being serious. I'm a very odd person irl, and my thought process is not what most are used to. My violent statements are just a humorous way to let off steam. I am completely clean and sober (except for the rare coke thing) because I would like to live past 25 and I want to be a good dad. I actually do love my girlfriend with all of my being, and I love my son a little more. Yes, I am extremely depressed and pessimistic most of the time, but this is how I function. I'm actually very satisfied on a large scale about my life. I have a place to live, a beautiful woman who has kept me off the streets, and a child who is worth everything and then some to me. I don't post many thought out, extremely intelligent posts because I am not here for that. I am here because it consumes time, I love metal, and generally you're all mildly amusing and okay people. Etc, etc, ad nauseum...you get it. Maybe some of you will meet me in person one day, in which case you'd have a better understanding. Or read my lyrics. That helps those who are bright enough to understand what I'm saying.

:)
 
ITP I continue to overanalyze things.

Back from my "date." I'm still not sure what it was. The fact that it was the same excursion which I initially pitched to her as a date indicates that yes it was...but I'm really not sure. She paid for her own ticket; afterwards, we got food and I paid the bill, but I'm not sure she liked that. She's really hard to read. I don't think she particularly liked the movie, and I didn't either (The Men Who Stare At Goats - pretty meh, with really funny bits). She wore makeup, which she doesn't usually, but that might just have been because she was going out...When I first asked her out I was pretty sure beforehand that doing so was unlikely to make my life better but I didn't fucking plan on this. I was prepared for "yes," "no," and "MACE," but not "yes, no, maybe so," which is quite literally what I've gotten.

For some reason my boss is acting as a middleman in this whole thing (yes, it's weird, and yes, I feel like I'm in high school again). I'm hoping things will become clearer on Tuesday (when she works again).

But aside from all that, I've got band practice tomorrow, a new drum program to tinker with, and a stack of cool new power metal albums on my desk to listen to, so the rest of my weekend should be ace.
Well...good luck? Lulzor. Hopefully it turns out well, but she's played with you this long, it's likely you'll get smacked in the face again (AiC reference).
 
Also, for those of you who think I'm over the top or immature or whatever: When I post something overtly angry or violent, or when I make a reference to H or something else along those lines, I am not typically being serious. I'm a very odd person irl, and my thought process is not what most are used to. My violent statements are just a humorous way to let off steam. I am completely clean and sober (except for the rare coke thing) because I would like to live past 25 and I want to be a good dad. I actually do love my girlfriend with all of my being, and I love my son a little more. Yes, I am extremely depressed and pessimistic most of the time, but this is how I function. I'm actually very satisfied on a large scale about my life. I have a place to live, a beautiful woman who has kept me off the streets, and a child who is worth everything and then some to me. I don't post many thought out, extremely intelligent posts because I am not here for that. I am here because it consumes time, I love metal, and generally you're all mildly amusing and okay people. Etc, etc, ad nauseum...you get it. Maybe some of you will meet me in person one day, in which case you'd have a better understanding. Or read my lyrics. That helps those who are bright enough to understand what I'm saying.

:)

Well said!

I still don't like The Cure though :D
 
Going to a party today, it appears there'll be no fuckable fucking girls once again. Yesterday I went home from a poker tournament, which I fucking lost like a little jew boy loses foreskin, and was chatting on ICQ with this girl I know, told her that I was thinking about why are people who fuck animals considered mentally ill while love is considered much more serious of a business when it comes down to relationship/contact with each other and pet fucking owners who only talk about their stupid fucking animals are totally normal. Well fuck them in their disturbed pseudeintelectual stupid fucking hairy holes. Both the owners and their fucking dressed dogs.

EDIT: Yeaah, the girl hasn't responded since then.

EDIT2: She owns a sewer rat..
 
wow icq is still around.. i creeped many a girl out on it, wayyy back in high school :0
 
Back from band practice. We're starting to sound fairly tight. I figure four originals plus two covers and we can start gigging; so far we have two down, one at 75%, and another in the works that should come together fairly quickly. The covers should go very quickly (Countess Bathory and either Iron Maiden or Children of the Damned).