Weekend update
Jul. 16th, 2003 09:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cosmolinguistActually, my last week or so has felt a lot like a weekend. So here it is, in bite-size pieces.
A long-awaited (by some, at least) game of Risk took place. Matthew took over Europe almost immediately, much to the chagrin of me and Seth, who had previously controlled maybe half of it. Seth amassed his troops and attacked Matthew's eastern flank. (I love that word, "flank.") Seth said he thought it was probably suicidal, but that he was going to go down in a blaze of glory. Well, he meant to say "blaze of glory" but actually said "glaze of glory." We laughed. "Yes!" he added. "I am the donut of freedom!"
Sarah Jean brought me socks from France! They say Je suis unique au monde. I am unique in the world.
I was tricked into playing Mario Kart. Seth, Matthew, and Sarah made it look so fun. Of course I am much worse than all of them, but I had fun anyway. I drove on the railroad track instead of the road one time, just to see what would happen. I still liked watching better. Especially the track with the ice and penguins. "Ooo, penguins! I love penguins."
"Like Tux?" Matthew said.
"I like Tux," I cheerfully agreed.
"This is Tux's evil twin, Sux," Seth quipped.
When even the History Channel got boring and Matthew was teasing me, I went from just nonchalantly backhanding him to realizing that hitting is more fun than arguing and began a periodic assault--soon more poking and tickling than hitting--that lasted until he left. He tended to grab my wrists to keep my hands away from him. He also claimed I was bruising him by poking and striking him so, but that wasn't nearly as effective as pushing me away with his feet. He's pretty good at those kinds of things, for someone who always claims to have no musculature.
He told me I was a sadist for behaving so; I said he provoked it by being so mean to me in the first place, and that I was actually probably a masochist for wanting him around. He considered that for a moment and then said, "Matt-sochist." Yes! That's what it is!
As for what's happened the last day or so, I shall point you to this post by my counterpart in silliness. I had a great day--well, afternoon; people don't get moving very early when they go to bed at five in the morning--but I guess Darren was bored or wanted to go back to sleeping in his own bed; he left about an hour ago. I shall miss him ... but he left me with chai and less tangible happiness.
"Checking your e-mail again?" I asked him earlier this afternoon when he was sitting at my computer. "Silly boy."
"That's redundant," he told me, and then didn't understand why I laughed at it.
A long-awaited (by some, at least) game of Risk took place. Matthew took over Europe almost immediately, much to the chagrin of me and Seth, who had previously controlled maybe half of it. Seth amassed his troops and attacked Matthew's eastern flank. (I love that word, "flank.") Seth said he thought it was probably suicidal, but that he was going to go down in a blaze of glory. Well, he meant to say "blaze of glory" but actually said "glaze of glory." We laughed. "Yes!" he added. "I am the donut of freedom!"
Sarah Jean brought me socks from France! They say Je suis unique au monde. I am unique in the world.
I was tricked into playing Mario Kart. Seth, Matthew, and Sarah made it look so fun. Of course I am much worse than all of them, but I had fun anyway. I drove on the railroad track instead of the road one time, just to see what would happen. I still liked watching better. Especially the track with the ice and penguins. "Ooo, penguins! I love penguins."
"Like Tux?" Matthew said.
"I like Tux," I cheerfully agreed.
"This is Tux's evil twin, Sux," Seth quipped.
When even the History Channel got boring and Matthew was teasing me, I went from just nonchalantly backhanding him to realizing that hitting is more fun than arguing and began a periodic assault--soon more poking and tickling than hitting--that lasted until he left. He tended to grab my wrists to keep my hands away from him. He also claimed I was bruising him by poking and striking him so, but that wasn't nearly as effective as pushing me away with his feet. He's pretty good at those kinds of things, for someone who always claims to have no musculature.
He told me I was a sadist for behaving so; I said he provoked it by being so mean to me in the first place, and that I was actually probably a masochist for wanting him around. He considered that for a moment and then said, "Matt-sochist." Yes! That's what it is!
As for what's happened the last day or so, I shall point you to this post by my counterpart in silliness. I had a great day--well, afternoon; people don't get moving very early when they go to bed at five in the morning--but I guess Darren was bored or wanted to go back to sleeping in his own bed; he left about an hour ago. I shall miss him ... but he left me with chai and less tangible happiness.
"Checking your e-mail again?" I asked him earlier this afternoon when he was sitting at my computer. "Silly boy."
"That's redundant," he told me, and then didn't understand why I laughed at it.
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Date: 2003-07-17 12:52 am (UTC)Donut of freedom...damn, I'm amused and hungry now :)
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Date: 2003-07-17 01:31 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-07-17 04:12 am (UTC)Your socks sound tres bien :)
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Date: 2003-07-17 05:16 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-07-18 07:02 am (UTC)Bloody peasants!
Date: 2003-07-17 12:48 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-07-17 12:49 pm (UTC)I love the background and the penguin icon. Very cool.
Go to [Unknown site tag] to meet lots of new people if you'd like.
ttys, xoxo
~dez~
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Date: 2003-07-17 04:58 pm (UTC)I've added you back.
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Date: 2003-07-17 08:41 pm (UTC)-Amanda