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trinityvixenWhich I am convinced I am. Thanks to everyone for the messages of cheeriness, they're much appreciated.
So, it turns out (sorry to give some of y'all the squick here) that it was that time of the month yesterday, and because I napped, missed my opportunity to kill the crampage before it could start. I stayed in despite getting a call from Andreas to see if I was up to do anything. That cheered me up, but I wasn't going to tempt fate and try going out. I was feeling seriously green and nauseated when I moved too quickly, which wasn't quickly at all. I got over it, but too late, and I went to bed early.
Which I dunno that I'll ever do again. I had the weirdest dreams I've ever remembered in recent times. The first was about running from some sort of creatures that will kill you in the dark, which is fairly standard for dreams, and which featured me running through snow to a lamp post (which may have shown up as a result of discussions about Narnia in FAS), which cast the only light in the area. Of course, the light got blown up or something, but I had to then be subjected to horrible impending death fears, which woke me up. Pretty typical, I guess.
What wasn't typical was me being asked by Amy in the next one to go to a goth club posing as her and get her "in." Why, I have no idea, except this goth club was kinda like the mafia of goth clubs, so I guess an in there meant she was forever one of them. Amy is *not* into goth, thinks it's funny I like goth clubs (or at least the one I've been to and then Hot Topic of course). So, I go to club, fishnets, short skirt, makeup, a wig of short black hair, like erm, chin-length, and go to the bar, cross legs, and perch with some drink that is probably not one that actually exists.
This is embarrassing...so, I'm at the bar, and, uh, Marilyn Manson comes up to sit next to me. Right, so he's like the owner of the club which makes him like a goth-don or something in this bizzarro world. Yeeaaahh...erm, right, and I am--of course!--witty and disinterested enough to interest him and I tell him my name is Amy, and he's like "You can come back any time Amy" in addition to like putting his bony hands on my upper leg. *Gak* *Hwarf* *Vomit* Yeaaahhh, veeeeeery creepy dream. The last thing I remember after Don Mansonio walks off (in a rather nice coat and top hat, actually), is thinking "how the hell would he confuse me for Amy when she comes back in my place" and "why the hell would she send me to break the ice for her when she's better at approaching people in clubs than I am?"
*shudder* Can't *wait* to tell Amy this story...
Well, this has been an entirely random post, and I'm going to stop ranting for a couple of seconds to basically say that staying in on my own is not necessarily anything I want to tempt fate by doing again. Also, to those folks who recommend other drinks at bars, I'm keen on it, but this is a drinking culture--specifically a beer drinking one. I won't drink every night, fer sure, but there's almost no appeal to a bar just sitting around in that stench unless your senses are dulled. But, Ted (aka Brian) pregames before the other unilodge folks' nights out, so there's an idea...
So, it turns out (sorry to give some of y'all the squick here) that it was that time of the month yesterday, and because I napped, missed my opportunity to kill the crampage before it could start. I stayed in despite getting a call from Andreas to see if I was up to do anything. That cheered me up, but I wasn't going to tempt fate and try going out. I was feeling seriously green and nauseated when I moved too quickly, which wasn't quickly at all. I got over it, but too late, and I went to bed early.
Which I dunno that I'll ever do again. I had the weirdest dreams I've ever remembered in recent times. The first was about running from some sort of creatures that will kill you in the dark, which is fairly standard for dreams, and which featured me running through snow to a lamp post (which may have shown up as a result of discussions about Narnia in FAS), which cast the only light in the area. Of course, the light got blown up or something, but I had to then be subjected to horrible impending death fears, which woke me up. Pretty typical, I guess.
What wasn't typical was me being asked by Amy in the next one to go to a goth club posing as her and get her "in." Why, I have no idea, except this goth club was kinda like the mafia of goth clubs, so I guess an in there meant she was forever one of them. Amy is *not* into goth, thinks it's funny I like goth clubs (or at least the one I've been to and then Hot Topic of course). So, I go to club, fishnets, short skirt, makeup, a wig of short black hair, like erm, chin-length, and go to the bar, cross legs, and perch with some drink that is probably not one that actually exists.
This is embarrassing...so, I'm at the bar, and, uh, Marilyn Manson comes up to sit next to me. Right, so he's like the owner of the club which makes him like a goth-don or something in this bizzarro world. Yeeaaahh...erm, right, and I am--of course!--witty and disinterested enough to interest him and I tell him my name is Amy, and he's like "You can come back any time Amy" in addition to like putting his bony hands on my upper leg. *Gak* *Hwarf* *Vomit* Yeaaahhh, veeeeeery creepy dream. The last thing I remember after Don Mansonio walks off (in a rather nice coat and top hat, actually), is thinking "how the hell would he confuse me for Amy when she comes back in my place" and "why the hell would she send me to break the ice for her when she's better at approaching people in clubs than I am?"
*shudder* Can't *wait* to tell Amy this story...
Well, this has been an entirely random post, and I'm going to stop ranting for a couple of seconds to basically say that staying in on my own is not necessarily anything I want to tempt fate by doing again. Also, to those folks who recommend other drinks at bars, I'm keen on it, but this is a drinking culture--specifically a beer drinking one. I won't drink every night, fer sure, but there's almost no appeal to a bar just sitting around in that stench unless your senses are dulled. But, Ted (aka Brian) pregames before the other unilodge folks' nights out, so there's an idea...
