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Named after the creator, Mike, four most frequent posters, Brittany, Jason, Anna, Sarah and newest member Dorothy. archives Monday, September 30, 2002 oh. my. GOODNESS!!! the first real PT was today and i got my ass KICKED! we did so many push ups and weird excercises like holding yourself up on your toes and elbows, that after we were done: i puked. and then we went running!! i joined up with the slow group since i had just puked (dry heaves really, i hadnt eaten anything), but i should have been in a faster group. now i really have to focus to keep my arms up to type, and getting a cup to my mouth to drink is really tough. caramba. posted by Jason 7:28 AM Saturday, September 28, 2002 I must be doing something wrong. My car is dead. My computer doesn't work. I'm broke. I am in major debt. I have more bills to pay. I'm over worked because all of sudden, I'm the only one who can put in hours and even when I'm tried and hungry, I still manage to find myself working. Oh, and then to top it all off, I'm sick. I'm working very hard at getting better fast because a small cold can turn really bad for me. I haven't been sick since March and I missed a week of school then. So, this weekend I am resting. Only, I'm not very tired right now, so I think I'll do some homework. But the good thing is, despite all the stress I feel pretty good about everything. I'm still not too worried. I guess I've programmed myself to think it has to get better and that is how I am thinking now. I have always said that I prefer to be busy than to be bored, even if it is more stressful that way. Time to go back to bed, I suppose. I might get my computer up in my room this afternoon, but I won't have internet access in there for a while. I called AT&T and now I am waiting. But soon. For the most part, I think a computer person (since I'm totally illiterate) would say that I have a nice machine and set up. I was just happy to see that it was color coordinated...in nice shades of grey. ha ha ha... posted by Anonymous 3:17 PM Friday, September 27, 2002 first PT this morning at 530. it was pretty cool. it was totally dark when i got up, and we drove to some park along a lake, then ran a few miles. it was really pretty, watching the light grow slowly revealing more of the lake. it was fun too because people were calling cadences and we were all shouting and cheering when the flag bearers ran by; im sure we surprised all the people we ran by. we were all in the same clothes. i was expecting some cammo or at least olive outfits for PT but we have this gray shirt that says ARMY in bold across the front and some weird graphic on the back, then black running shorts with silver ARMY on the left leg. looks pretty sharp i think. enough from me for a while. posted by Jason 4:58 PM Thursday, September 26, 2002 so between my first and second classes i have a little more than an hour break. so i decided i go down to the rotc office and pick up my pt uniform, then i'd come back and touch up a paper i had to turn into history. i go down there, and they start giving me stuff. LOTS of stuff. i got not only all my pt stuff, but i started tying on my bdu's (fatigues). i got pants, jackets, socks, belts, canteens, cans, ammo holders (i heard them say they threw ammo pouches in my big green duffle bag, and i did find some things that look like they can clip into a belt, but i didnt see how they could hold ammo. i got a field dressing (firstaid) thing. boots, which i think i get to keep. uh, rucksack, frame, sleeping bag. SO MUCH STUFF. so now its like 1037, and i have class at 45. so i ask to leave before they issue me the A and B uniforms, and they drive me to campion. i must have been quite a site, trying to jog through the lobby and hall, barely keeping control of a mountain of gear. when i get to my door, i drop it all in the hall, get out my key and unlock the door, throw it open, throw all my crap into the middle of the room, leap over it to print what i need to (no time for changes) then get as fast as i can to class. i was late, but when i talked to the professor after class, he seemed to understand. quite a morning. posted by Jason 8:32 PM Tuesday, September 24, 2002 So I am sitting at Automall and Fremont, waiting to turn left on to Automall this evening...I was running a little behind and feeling rushed. The light turns green, I press the gas and my car doesn't move. It doesn't do anything. I'm like "what the hell?!" Its turned on, but not running. It just stopped. So, I go to start it, but then I have to put it in park, put my emergency brake on, turn on my emergency flashers, wave the guy behind me (who is honking and I am totally panicking- much like you would expect and remember from the last car incident you were involved in, Mike) to go around. I turn the key and the dumb engine just can turn over. Its making the noise like its trying to start, but it can't. I'm getting really nervous now. So then I wait, count to five what seemed like a million times over, and try again. It starts. Yay. The light is red by that time. Arg. And I'm worried that it will die again, so I push the brake a little harder and rev the engine a little. I mean, little. I was really freaked out. Then I think I should try it in neutral, so I shift into neutral, rev, and the light goes green. Back into drive, speed up the turn, go into the next parking lot, turn around and come home. I have no idea what happened. I have to leave my car and take my dad's to get to rehearsal. But...my car...oh man. I just don't get it. CARAMBA. And I'm supposed to pay $800 insurance, $50 or more for smog, and $100 more for registration. I can't imagine what else it needs. And what I will have to spend more money (that I don't have, by the way) to get it fixed. What am I doing wrong? posted by Anonymous 9:27 PM Jason, did you know that books would be expensive?? One of my books was over $100 too. I think I spent about $300 or something too. I try to forget those things...maybe then I won't have to pay my dad back. I still think college is great. I'm having problems with the blog site though, so posting is difficult. Life is...good...except that my best friend is now hitting on me...err...I just didn't see that one coming. The one female friend that I stay in constant contact with has decided we should get together. Oh man. Weird, but funny. I'm still Goo Goo Doll crazed...I think I am going to try to see them again in LA...right before my birthday. I don't know. It will be expensive and as it is, my traveling expenses are more than I can afford. I'm going way north this weekend...okay, well, class is in 30 minutes and I have to drive up the hill AND find a parking spot. Mike, do you want me to come by tonight? I will right around the corner. Let me know. posted by Anonymous 9:21 AM Monday, September 23, 2002 oh... my. .. GOODNESS!!!!!!!!!! 6 books (2 of them used)= 263.24!!!!!!!! 1 of my books was over $100! posted by Jason 2:46 PM Sunday, September 22, 2002 I agree it is nice to hear everyone is doing well. posted by Anonymous 12:12 AM Saturday, September 21, 2002 the best part is before classes start. we had like a week, it was awesome. like summer camp, but without the arts and crafts and stuff. well.. ive never been to summer camp. posted by Anonymous 7:34 PM i agree with meghan, this college life is good stuff. classes havent started yet, but my roommate is cool and most people ive met are cool. cant think of much else to say. posted by Jason 5:27 PM Thursday, September 19, 2002 yikes, i leave for college in less than 24 hours. but my stupid computer isnt going to get to my house until next wednessday, the day my classes start. i hope it doesnt mess anything up. since i wont have a computer, i might not be able to log onto email or blogger or anything so dont cry if i dont respond right away ;-) wish me luck posted by Jason 10:10 PM college is the most fun thing ever. sarah lawrence is insane..... it's totally a den of sin, but at the same time people sit around and talk about the most crazily intelligent political things. even their drunken conversations are intimidating. im taking an anthropology class, a lit class about "passing" (ex: a light skinned black person "passing" for white), and a non fiction writing seminar. only 3 classes but 15 units, and in each class we have conference work which is an independent project.. sort of like quest but without the bullshit and totally cool. im going to research minstrelsy and blackface performance for the lit class, and write something about people who freak out and get all possessive when their local bands get big and how they need their bands for a sense of community and stuff like that for the writing workshop. It should be really cool. there's an insane amount of reading for classes but somehow everyone manages to balance it with the rampant drinking pot smoking and various other illegal and immoral activities. if anyones in new york, visit me it cant possibly not be a good time. posted by Anonymous 12:26 AM Tuesday, September 17, 2002 ive been waiting to move out for months, but now september 20 is only a few days away. its pretty intimidating, knowing that ill be on my own for the first time. im sure that ill do fine, and i know im well prepared. i just always get more nervous that is neccessary when i move into new territory. i cant wait till i can look back on these few days before i step out of the nest and laugh about how scared i was to fly on my own. posted by Jason 5:38 PM Sunday, September 15, 2002 I have found that death is something that never gets easier to deal with. If anything, it gets harder as I older. In the past three years, I have layed down three very important people in my life, but my mother was the hardest. I did that today. She is in her most favorite place and there is a beautiful tree planted there too. It also is my most favorite camping place. She will always be there to watch over us- well, actually, I guess she will always be with me. Seeing her half of the family for the first time in probably 10 years was weird...I didn't know them, but they saw every piece of my mom in me...which was hard to hear. I've worked so hard to not be who she was to me. They say you can't help who your family is. Anyhoo, she is at peace now and I guess I feel better now its resolved, but the day has been emotional. I mean, I get teary at the memorials, but otherwise, I am the tough one. I'm quiet and don't tak about it. I do most of the work and planning. I have to draw and write out what will be on my mother's stone. How do I find the words to say? I so desperately wish that I didn't have to face these tragic events alone. Hopefully, there won't be another to make this the 4th consecutive year. Life really loves to mix and twist things. Goodbye, Mother. posted by Anonymous 8:19 PM Saturday, September 14, 2002 How do you people manage it??? Since 1am friday morning up till now I have been out of my house for less than 2 hours. This whole week I've gotten one phone call thus far. Guess when it was. Now I sign on and I get bombarded with Hi's where before I usually get 0-1. How do you people manage to call those scant few hours Im not home and to all decide to talk to me at the same time???? Insane Universe. posted by Mikael, Shady, God 9:00 PM Friday, September 13, 2002 First, sad note. I was not close with Leah at all. Death is never easy to handle, it doesn't matter a whole lot whether you know a person well or not. But still, I'm very sorry to hear of her passing. Remember what she got out of life. She was happy, from what I could tell, and she graduated high school. She accomplished various thing within her life. Her life was not a waste and remember her courage to live on despite her illness. This is not meant to insensitive to anyone. I felt like saying something about one of the better nights of my life. I am sad to hear that it occured on the same evening of something so tragic. I suppose with the news I got from Jason that morning, it wasn't such a happy morning either. *SIGH* I went to my first concert: Goo Goo Dolls and Third Eye Blind. Holy wow. If you don't want to hear a fanatical chick ramble on for a bit, skip this blog, otherwise you might go crazy. The day was a little off, as usual for me. I got to San Leandro to meet with the group I was going with when I realized that I had fogotten the ticket at home. So, I drove back, through traffic. Ugh. Then we were late because I still had to change and stuff, so I did so in my car, got out, and closed the door behind me. Bloody hell! I locked my keys in my car...couldn't worry about it because we were late, so we'd deal with it when we got back. Then, they came up with the idea to bring handcuffs...and they wanted someone to handcuff themselves to the tour bus. I said I'd do it. They cuff me and then tell me there is no key. Bloody hell! There really was no key. So, we eat dinner on the way there, in the car, which was funny because I had handcuffs dangling from one wrist and we were trying not to be messy with spaghetti. Yeah right. I spilled, of course. The whole way there, the guys are trying to get me to flash people. I'm such a tease, so I untie the strings to the halter top, but don't let it drop...I know, I'm evil. It became a joke. "Hey Brit, we could probably get better parking if you flash those guys." I wasn't convinced. We get to the concert and I'm not too excited yet. I don't know why. It didn't really feel like I was going to see the Goo Goo Dolls, I suppose. The first cover band annoyed me, so I didn't see it. (Vanessa Carlton?) Then Third Eye Blind came on. It took a while for them to warm up to the crowd, but then it was great. They played a bunch of old stuff and some new stuff because they are coming out with a new album. The lead singer actually ran through the crowd and left the band on stage while he sang from the back of the center section. It was cool. Then I discovered that you have to wait between bands...there is a take down and set up time. That was the hardest part. The put a cover over the stage so you couldn't see in while the GGD set up...then, you could see his shadow (Johnny Reznik) walking around and strummnig the guitar...and...and...holy wow. I got all weak in the knees and did the whole screaming thing...it was pretty funny to watch I'm sure, but it was amazing. See, I have this thing for guys (Duh) and their hair...if it falls in front of their eyes, it does something to me, and of course, Johnny has that...he he...And Robbie was great. Just...wow. It was so great. They played all my favorite songs. And they did the coolest thing with a disco ball. It was like the one slow dance at prom I enjoyed, where they had the ball going and it looks like stars all around everyone. Well, think bigger and outdoors, with cool colors and a beautiful song that makes one's soul ach. I lost it. They had to hold me up. Everytime I hear "Iris" now, I close my eyes and see the amazing magic stars everywhere. It was so beautiful. Holy wow. And they were funny too. One of the songs, he introduced with a short story. "Girls are so hard. Its like, you learn to drive, but then you buy a new car and you have to learn how to drive all over again. Every girl is different. Guys are easy. Basically, its up, down, up, down, I love you, thanks. This song is about girls who just won't LISTEN!" It was great. And I need to buy a pair of vans. Its official. I need them. And not just because Johnny was wearing them at the concert. Also, throughout the concert we tried to find out how to get to the tour buses or something. Everyone came to the conclusion that I (I'm not sure why I'm always volunteered for these things) would have to give out some major favors...but since I was wearing my fangs...we didn't get anywhere. I doubt I would have had the guts, but then again, it was the Goo Goo Dolls and I would have done a lot of things I wouldn't normally do to see them in person. Nevermind. I guess I can be done, but it was amazing and I need to go to more concerts. I've totally missed out! Ta! posted by Anonymous 10:26 AM To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause. Hamlet Act III,i,56 William Shakespeare Some must watch, while some must sleep; So runs the world away. Hamlet Act III,ii,279 William Shakespeare Goodbye Leah. posted by Mikael, Shady, God 1:59 AM Hey everyone, I don't know how many of you know what happened to leah tonight. Steve Miller just told me the news that she passed away. I didn't know her well, but i knew her and right now it just feels weird because it just fucking sucks. posted by Anonymous 12:18 AM Thursday, September 12, 2002 mike, why dont you respond to emails? posted by Jason 10:52 PM i had an interesting thing happen today. i cut my FINGER shaving. it bled for quite a while, and i felt pretty ridiculous. posted by Jason 5:06 PM Wednesday, September 11, 2002 that story is kinda funny, but not great. its just another stupid person. posted by Jason 10:11 AM Tuesday, September 10, 2002 Congratulations Jason, that was actually funny. Im impressed. Oh and go here. Scroll down to the story. It is hilarious....to me. http://home.carolina.rr.com/nirgal/buyastar.html posted by Mikael, Shady, God 10:44 PM happy birthday mike. i hope you like the present i got you. youre really hard to shop for so i got you some cologne. i would have given you cash but i know its so impersonal and you deserve better that. heheh. posted by Jason 10:16 PM Happy Birthday, Mike. I'll be near your house this evening, at that church, want me to stop by again? And about "those words"...hey, I said one of them (the one, actually) over the phone to Jason last night, so I know I can do it, because he was amused that I couldn't say them before as well. I don't want to post them or "it" on here because I loose the joy of hearing everyone go, "Wait, what? Did you just say that?" Its like I'm sixth grade and the first time I said "hell" in class. Everyone appluaded me. he he...that was funny. Anyways, I am supposed to be going to school. So, off I go. posted by Anonymous 9:06 AM CrAzZeMee: hey so im reading the blog CrAzZeMee: and the scorpio girl is so happy to be able to say "thoes words" CrAzZeMee: but she cant even say it in the blog CrAzZeMee: i think thats funny CrAzZeMee: im laughing CrAzZeMee: fyi Shdy314: ill mention that Shdy314: (lightbulb!) CrAzZeMee: ? Shdy314: ill post the convo Oh and yes your physical pain IS funny Brat. I was laughing. Watch out for those stairs. And of course people write here sarah.... Did the blog look empty to you??? posted by Mikael, Shady, God 1:47 AM Monday, September 09, 2002 Grr to you Mike. I am fine. Geez. You'd be proud of me. Remember the dumb words I had so much problem saying? No more. At WorldCon I had to name a song that included one of the words. I didn't even think about it and I said it. And I said it again to Sue while driving today and noticing males and their cars. So there. I have gotten over that. Something that will probably make you laugh now. At Ohlone, I probably hike up 15 flights of stairs daily and on Mondays that usually is doubled because I am on campus so late. Every single flight I tripped today. Up and down. It was so pathetic. I jammed my fingers a couple times. Ack. So that is the funny part. Then, after class ended at 9:15am (because my english class always gets out early), I walked back to my car, tripping the whole way, to study. I hate to leave on Mondays because I get there early and therefore get good parking, but today, I got the best parking spot in the sudent lot. It was great. I was tired though, after two hours of studying, so I rolled down the windows and slept in my car. I woke up once to the car next to mine making a huge racket with its alarm, but quickly dozed off again and woke a bit later to the sound of my palm alarm. I opened my eyes and saw Ryan there, next to my car. Weirdness. He walked off without a word. But still, weirdness. Oh well. I feel a lot better about everything because I played D&D last night for a few hours. I forgot how much fun that is. I am off to play more tonight. Yay! posted by Anonymous 7:57 PM You have got to relax. I dont normally recommend this but damn you need drugs. posted by Mikael, Shady, God 12:31 AM Sunday, September 08, 2002 Sorry Mike. I know I make no sense, but I don't really blame you. I'm just, as you said, a wreck. (How can you be right again??) Jason is not home. Arg. posted by Anonymous 8:02 PM Everyone always wants to blame it on the honest guy. posted by Mikael, Shady, God 6:52 PM I'm 17. Almost 18. Sorry. Its been a horrible week. And I still want to blame Mike. posted by Anonymous 5:51 PM youre not 17 yet? posted by Jason 4:53 PM Phones. I tend to be more shy on phones. But still, I see how they are the lifeline in my relationships. Anyhoo, I have been avoiding phones and praying for the phone to ring all week, no thanks to Mike, who has me running around like a paranoid bat. (Does that make sense?) Well, work has been interesting. Last night, I was only scheduled to work until 9:30pm. I didn't leave until 11:30pm and didn't get home til nearly midnight. My curfew has remained 11. So, I am in trouble for coming home late, even though I was working. And I had to stay because everyone else left, leaving me to do everything. Great. Not my favorite way to be trained. Then, I am so soft...they convince me to come in today, even though I have plans. I said yes. I have work this afternoon and I have to leave soon. Ugh. Then, as if I wasn't irritated with my father already, I find that he has more stupid new rules and I'm in trouble for not following them (because I didn't know about them!) and that still, my stupid little brother has nothing new. Its so unfair. My dad is way harder on me than he is on my brother. I have to clean everything and Matt gets to...mow the damn lawn (because I could hurt myself doing that, he says...). I'm excpected to stay on top of things, and I do, because I like to have things done, but when Matt doesn't get around to something, he is let off the hook, whereas I get yelled at and my curfew is hacked. Everything is based on my curfew. I am almost 17 and I still have to be home at 11. That is so pathetic. My dad actually said that I like the rules and that I need them for security. That is such bull. But he gone for now and I can be in peace. Kinda... posted by Anonymous 12:53 PM Saturday, September 07, 2002 heres an update to my scheme to make millions. apparently "running" has already been devised. who knew? back to the drawing board. but i have a new invention. i call it... the internet! posted by Jason 11:56 PM who likes working out at 1am? i sure dont, but its kinda satisfying, in a sadistic sort of way. i think im getting into this exercise stuff. after running i used to want to crawl into the shower and just lay there dying. but now, im satisfied to just lay anywhere dying. just kidding. but really, after only like 3 or 4 workouts i was noticing improvement. i have a new idea for an exercise program its called, "running." BUT DONT YOU DARE STEAL IT!!! im going to patent my idea. see kids? you just have to keep trying and youll come up with an original idea! posted by Jason 11:52 PM Friday, September 06, 2002 Speaking of phones I have a newfound appreciation for them. So many of my friends have left or will leave I am for all intents and purposes alone and I'm now in the unenviable position of needing to make new ones and keeping in touch with old ones I don't want to lose. We all crave closeness...companionship and I find myself at night, pressing the phone as close to my ear as possible, subconciously driving it into my skull as if the closer the phone, their voice, is to my ear the closer they are to me. The easier it is for me to imagine they are right there besides me bridging the hundred mile gap that in actuality is separating us. And my phone has the most horrendous final sounding click when the other side is hung up, though it is no different than the sound any other phone makes. It is just the end of the conversation is punctuated by that click, like a hammer, or a clock ticking into place that makes it seem like ... the end and I feel alone. And when I pull the phone away, unburying my ear the sudden lack of warmth is jarring. On the phone I focus on how close that voice is, the warmth next to my ear and I fool myself into believing that they are there and not far gone. But with the phone gone, the warmth is gone too and it is immediately cold again. Light Hearted Anecdote* At work last night a customer asked me if we had... I try to hide my surprise, I don't like to give them the satisfaction of knowing that as always I've underestimated the customer's stupidity. I say,"Uhhhh, we don't have pepper spray." He says,"Oh, no more pepper spray?" Like a question. I say,"We never had pepper spray." He says,"Oh,...no more pepper spray?" I sigh. "No. No more pepper spray." posted by Mikael, Shady, God 10:56 PM Wednesday, September 04, 2002 First day at work today. It was VERY slow. The phone rang twice and I was told that was really exciting because that was the most it had rang in two days. ARG! And I stuffed brochures for a couple hours. Ooohhh..yeah...fun. But hey, I am not complaining because I AM GETTING PAID. I get money crazed when I work. My last job was a hassle with my social life because I opted to work over friends for money. But then I would make it up to everyone by taking all of them out to Olive Garden and skating. Or a movie or something. But still...I can't wait for October 15. Pay day! So yeah. Work is work. I get to take advantage of staff parking for school and such (but I don't because I feel guilty...but I could!...if I wanted to...) Oh, but Mike, I won't have any money yet to buy you a gift, so sorry. Maybe I'll get a better gift for Christmas, although, in general, I am not fond of the holidays and so I don't buy gifts for many people. Mostly family because I have to. In high school I didn't usually get much and so I wasn't motivated to buy other people things. Except Mai. Mai told me almost everyday in psych that she wanted a christmas gift and that she had one for me and what she wanted (it had to be useful...Mai doesn't like things that just sit around and do nothing...) Caramba. posted by Anonymous 11:12 PM Tuesday, September 03, 2002 FF9 sucks. Wait for XI. posted by Mikael, Shady, God 9:33 PM i saw cirque de soleil's drallion a few days ago. really cool show. i would recommend any cirque show to anyone. dont let the cost bother you, they give an awesome show you have to see at least once in your life. river kyaking is fun too. did that the next day. i had a good time but i was in an inflatable kyak that was really hard to control. good thing there werent any big rapids, one little tiny set almost dumped me. posted by Jason 3:06 PM Monday, September 02, 2002 I bought my PS2 today from ubid.com at $139.00. Im fairly happy. I also bought GTA 3 from half.com for $31.00. Now i have all my essentials for college. i might go to best buy tomorrow and buy Final Fantasy 9. What do you guys think? Is it worth getting? posted by Anonymous 10:52 PM its raining! posted by Jason 5:57 PM I am home from WorldCon. It was great and I'm glad I went. This could be a long post, so you've been warned. It didn't start out so well. The normally 20 minute drive took 2 hours after I got lost in San Jose. I know the city quite a bit better now. We didn't get dinner until after 10 on Friday night and by then people were irritable, so everybody was getting on each other's nerves. But once we had food things were much better. There wasn't much Friday night, in fact, I ended up going to San Leandro for a bed. Ugh. That was more gas than I wanted to use, but hey, a person needs to sleep. Saturday I stopped in at home to get more things and check my Jeep which had been running a little oddly. I wasn't worried, but I wanted to be sure. That afternoon I hung out with friends. It was great. Even a chick I thought was not so fond of me invited me to go swimming. I hadn't swam since Jason invited me over to his neighbor's house. That was nice, except that once again I lost my top and this time I wasn't so quick to save it. Grr. But my fangs cheered me up. They are a little longer than my last pair. he he...when I said that I liked to bite, people at the convention started taking me up on the offer and then they found out that I was too nice to bite. Oh well. The masquerade was pretty neat, but I was annoyed because my group had abandoned me for several hours, so I saw it alone. I sang a lot in the music rooms and there was a rave that night, but it SUCKED. The music was really boring. That was when DDR saved me. I love that game. We also found out that I am not very good at pulling off the slut look. I had this outfit, but I changed it at the last second. Even so, people noticed, but instead of playing the game, I would just say "thank you" and skip along. I stayed up til 5am, which is the longest I have ever stayed up at a con. And the hotel room I stayed in with one of my guy friends was bigger than my house. I mean, litterally. The bathroom was bigger than my kitchen. I truly feel as though I live in the ghetto. I slept in til 1pm, which is not like me, but hey, I was up late. I was very tired. Chris (the guy friend who let me crash in his room on the floor) woke me up so that he'd have company to get his con badge and then he decided that my fangs were so cool that he wanted his own pair, so I did that for an hour as well. There was a lot of hanging out in the afternoon. Walking around and chatting and such, til we (the Brat Pack or now called the Alice in Wonderland Clan) were handed kid watching duties, which was fine because I love the kids, but it just always seemed to me who had the job of running around and throwing them around and wrestling. It was tiring. While this was going on, there was some ballroom dancing going on in the room behind us. I went in to watch a friend, and this other guy friend of mine, Jack, saw me and MADE me dance. I dance...but not classically and definetly not very well, but he dragged me out there. And bam! I was waltzing! It was wild. But Jack was not a very good lead, so I spent a lot of time leading, which was...weird. And let me tell you, a waltz is pretty long. I was sweating and hot afterwards. I didn't realize what a workout it could be. Then, one of the REALLY good dancer guys who was teaching a little bit, asked me to dance. And he was so formal. The whole bowing and hand in hand, leading across the floor thing...he was dressed up and I was in jeans. But when someone asks you, its rude to say no, so I did. And wow. He was good. I sucked, but he pulled me through and he continued to get me to dance throughout the evening. That was neat. I really enjoyed that. Unfortunately, none of my friends like to dance, so I had no luck in getting them involved with me. After the ballroom stuff was done, things were moved out this gothic industrial rave, which I thought was amusing. I did that for a while, but when people in black leather with whips and chains and who knows what else showed up, I decided I wasn't hard core enough for that crowd. When the condoms got passed around I knew it was time for my exit. Then it was more hanging out, which is always cool. The guy who danced with me found us and he stayed up talking with the whole group. We also took pictures and such, which I may or may not post. Some of these pictures are not very appropriate. The one with Chris attacking me with his fangs worries me. I mean, he actually bit me! Oh well. I got over it. And I stayed up late again. Monday morning I got ready to go, remembering that I had given my driver's license to someone else to hold. Ugh. So then I had to find them, but first I decided to put my stuff in my car, which was quite a walk away. You, know I have been told time and time again that I am jail bait and that I need to be careful. Blah, blah, blah. Everyone says I should have someone with me and I need to be aware, blah blah blah. Well, I got to my car and I discovered it to be unlocked when me my little keychain button clicker thing wouldn't work. I thought that this was weird. Then, for the sake of it, I decided to start my car. Nothing. Now I'm a little panicked. I look under the hood and don't see anything wrong. I'm pacing around trying to figure it out when this guy comes out of nowhere and comes after me. I freaked. I ran. I was so scared. He was screaming at me and trying to grab me and I bolted. I didn't have time to worry about my car. When I was on the street and I thought I was safe again, this guy came around in his car and started honking at me and following me, still yelling "Hey baby...etc..." Now I'm really upset and panicked so I race to the hotel and find Chris who can't figure out why I am so bloody histerical. I don't know what the hell that guy's problem was, but I'm unbelieveably paranoid now. Once Chris got me to breathe semi normally and drink some water and stop the tears, he discovered that I had been hassled and that I was freaked out about my car. I got my lisence and he gave the dam car a jump...and I took it home. My battery is fine. Now it could be the altenater that is unhappy. ACK! I am getting really annoyed with all these issues my car has. It better get over this soon. Anyhoo, with the exception of the last hour or two of WorldCon, I had a lovely lovely time. It was totally awesome. I just still can't believe that it finally happened to me. After all the warnings and everything, it happened...in broad freaking daylight. posted by Anonymous 4:59 PM Sunday, September 01, 2002 Jason, I get to see swords and you don't....nah nah...okay, I'll be good. I have new fangs...look out boy, I have discovered that biting is fun...oh the people to freak out now. ANYHOO, wolrdcon is cool and I'm sad that no one from my Fremont circle of friends came...you know...I'm rereading this and I don't want my biting comment to be ragged on for being kinky. posted by Anonymous 7:27 PM |
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