Blissful Hurricane

Higher

2009-12-25T01:36:03Z

Title: Higher
Author: sucrosesanction
Fandom: Alice
Pairing: Alice x Hatter
Theme: Epsilon, #6 Parachutes
Rating: Everyone
Summary: Alice hates heights, but that doesn’t mean she can’t fly.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters featured in Syfy’s Alice or in Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland or Through the Looking Glass.

Alice had said she’d had a thing with heights. Hatter knew that well enough. She had told him about flying the flamingo on her own though and that made him ponder on the possibilities. Nah, she would kill him if he ever tried anything to do with her fear of heights. He’d have to let it lie.

Besides, there were other ways to fly. Hatter had come to know several of them quite thoroughly after leaving Wonderland. They included chocolates and taffy and tea and coffee shops on almost every block. They included warm blankets to cuddle under and movies to watch and music to listen to. They included mischief making in department stores that qualified as too large and movie theaters that were mostly empty. They included feet fondling each other underneath a table where the sign at the door said “no shoes, no service.”

The most important of all the ways Hatter had learned to reach the skies were the stolen kisses in a dark alleyway. They were the not-quite-allowed kisses behind the dojo just after Alice had gotten off of work or the kisses caught underneath a clear night sky in the park with nothing but the smell of the trees to accompany them. These were the kisses that took Alice and Hatter so high that it felt as though they would need a safety net or parachutes when they finally decided to come back down. These would have to suffice for Hatter’s highs for the time being.

Hatter thought about these highs as he was sipping on a cup of tea and sitting in a couch in a bookstore. He waiting for Alice to come back from the bathroom and Hatter had that roguish grin of his when Alice sat back down next to him. The arm slinking its way around her waist said all she needed to know. He placed his cup of tea down, and that was something he rarely did for anyone but her, and with a swift move he had her on his lap.

“Hello dear Alice.” He spoke low and soft, simultaneously stroking little circles just below Alice’s belly button. “Have a good trip?” He made the p sound pop slightly, though it was a quiet noise. His face was mere moments from hers, his nose grazing hers lightly and he could feel her breath on his lips. He could smell her vanilla flavored lips and he could feel her breath hitch slightly.

“Lovely.” Alice started, trying not to let her voice betray her, but she was taken with Hatter and he was no fool. “Found a book too.” She attempted to continue, but any more than book was left unsaid because Hatter’s lips were occupying her own, soft and sensual and slow. He was flying their ship now, taking them higher and higher until the moment came when she could no longer handle it and Alice thought her heart was going to burst with emotion. That was when they needed the parachutes, for the slow lulling descent into each others arms.

Things You Realize at 2 a.m.

2009-12-24T10:22:26Z

1. Bands that perform in formal wear are pretty typically awesome.
2. There aren't enough songs about that ecstatic kiss moment.
3. You probably shouldn't be abusing the wireless in your house at the moment. But you are. Because you want to finish what you were up to.
4. All your favorite bands are your favorite bands because most of their music is about bigger issues than love, like death and philosophy and love applied and life. Singular actions aren't enough for your favorite bands and therefore they do not fit into the playlist you are trying to make, despite the energy and sound being accurate. This is frustrating.
5. Sleep is good. You doubt you'll be getting much tonight.

A Lack of the Proper Tonic

2009-12-24T00:25:42Z

Title: A Lack of the Proper Tonic
Author: sucrosesanction
Fandom: Alice
Pairing: Alice x Hatter
Theme: Epsilon, #15 Separated
Rating: Everyone
Summary: Spoiler Alert! The time between Alice’s return from Wonderland and when she returns Home, from Hatter’s POV while in Wonderland.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters featured in Syfy’s Alice or in Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland or Through the Looking Glass.

Hatter’s tea was too sweet. Since returning to Wonderland he had taken to brewing it too long while stewing in his thoughts. To fix his error Hatter would add extra sugar, but this method did not prove to make the tea tolerable. He had returned to Wonderland thinking that Alice could survive on her own once the proper people had been alerted of Alice’s presence. He did not doubt that she could survive just as well, but unfortunately this separation was proving more harmful to himself than he would have liked to admit to the old tea party.

For Hatter, he had spent days brewing nothing but tea and making nothing but tarts and gorging. This would be normal except for the fact that everything was coming out all wrong, first too salty and then too sweet. The Dormouse recognized his depression first, being one of the few who dared to stay near to him. Dormie did not bring it up however. The mouse knew better than to mention such things to Hatter when he was in a mood. He knew what that right fist could do.

So Hatter lurked in Wonderland for months while Alice was just barely waking from unconsciousness in the hospital. He moped around his reformed tea shoppe and did nothing particularly productive. He pretended to balance accounts and file reports, but business was not as it had been when the shoppe was bustling with the Queen’s tonics. Hatter would have attempted to drown out his Sorrow and Loneliness with Self-Confidence and Elation, but alas he had turned in all the teas when they had been called in by the newly crowned King of Hearts.

It was Charlie that talked Hatter out of his inaction with his rare words of wisdom. “You know Harbinger, the tonic that you need is not one of these overly sweet teas.” The White Knight had started after promptly spewing the badly brewed tea across the grass. “The tonic you require is provided by a certain lovely lass with Raspberry Tights. I suggest you go get some of it before you attempt to brew one more bad pot of tea.” When Hatter had nothing snarky or higher-than-thou to say, Charlie shrugged and returned to his more frivolous demeanor. “It’s just a thought. Anyway, I’ve places to be and Kings to see. So long for now Harbinger.”

Charlie had won though. Hatter found himself staring through the Looking Glass and the ring that powered it for an hour and a half before stepping through. This time he ended up wrapped in Alice’s sweet embrace and blessed with her kisses of relief.

Alice x Hatter Ficlets and Drabbles

2009-12-23T21:57:37Z

7snogs Prompts & Links. Option 3, Theme "Double Night Challenge" Restriction: Kisses at Night.

Prompts	Alternates
1. Restless	14. New
2. Consume	15. Anxious
3. Glow	16. Mirth
4. Reflection	17. Errand
5. Belt	18. Soak
6. Leaves	-------------
7. Crackle	-------------

30kisses Prompts & Links. Table Epsilon, Theme "Sweet."

1. Oranges	2. Pens on the Floor	3. Ringing	4. Quid Pro Quo	5. Last in Line
6. Parachutes	7. Three Times a Day...	8. Tattoos and Piercings	9. Closet	10. Red Light
11. Boiling Tar	12. Dragonflies and Fireflys	13. Heatwave(s)	14. 99,999	15. Separated
16. Reason for Existing	17. Underground	18. The Next Best Thing	19. Numerical	20. Between Heaven & Earth
21. Sonata	22. Fine Lines	23. Addiction	24. Spastic	25. Quintessential
26. In the Middle	27. Tip	28. Broke; Poor	29. Twice Begun	30. Internal Monologue

30_lemons Prompts & Links.

001.	Anonymity, or, "Taken by the Faceless Stranger"	002.	The Audience	003.	The Sexuality of Terror, or, "Help, I'm Out of Control, Thank God!"
004.	The Thrill of the Forbidden, or, "No, You Must Not!...Here, Let Me Help You."	005.	The Harem, or, "When in Rome..."	006.	The Closet, or, "Denial isn't just a River in Egypt!"
007.	The Wardrobe, or, "I Feel Pretty!"	008.	The Phonebooth, or, "Aural Sex."	009.	Sex and Drugs, or, "That's Some Funny Tobacco in that Pipe, Mr. Caterpillar."
010.	Boot Camp, or, "Why Do the Bad Guys Always Have the Sexiest Uniforms?"	011.	The Ward, or, "The Sleeves on this Jacket are a bit Long, Sir."	012.	The Garden, or, "The Great Outdoors."
013.	The Stables, or, "Giddyap!"	014.	Virtual Reality, or "Jacked In, Jacked Off."	015.	The Bordello, or, "Dude Looks Like a Lady of the Night."
016.	The Classroom, or, "Teacher Hit Me With a Ruler."	017.	The Grotto, or, "Underwater Wonders."	018.	The Lockup, or, "Drop the Soap, Baby."
019.	The Gymnasium, or, "Who Likes Short-Shorts?"	020.	First Timers, or, "Yes! I'm Finally Getting Some!"	021.	Alone Time, or, "When I Think About You, I Touch Myself"
022.	Bottoms Up, or, "Surprise! Guess's Who's on Top Tonight?"	023.	Preventing Hypothermia, or, "Let Me Apply Some Liquid Heat to Raise Your Core Temperature."	024.	Doctor's In, or, "My, What a Big Thermometer You Have There!"
025.	The Planetarium, or, "Sex Under the Stars"	026.	The Sauna, or, "It's Getting Hot in Here, So Take Off All Your Clothes"	027.	The Mile-High Club, or, "Wow, This Gives a Whole New Meaning to Flying the Friendly Skies!"
028.	The Theater, or, "Oh, is the Movie Over Already?"	029.	The Conservatory, or, "Making Sweet Music"	030.	The Playroom, or, "Wow, Santa Never Brought Me That Kind of Toy!"

I've Found Something New to Rage Over

2009-12-22T09:18:17Z

Totally in ♥ with SyFy's Alice. Much smutty fanfiction will ensue. I'm sorry novel/short story ideas with all my original characters, but I'm taking a break to see other fandoms for a while.

I can't help it, there's so much left unsaid in the mini-series. I need to get the possibilities and why characters changed so much between Alice of Legend and the present Alice out of my head.

Also: Andrew Lee Potts (Connor in Primeval) plays Hatter. And is incredibly hot. "It's one of the privileges of running a Tea Shoppe."

Maybe I'll break out a bottle of wine... I probably won't.

2009-12-19T04:50:07Z

I want it to rain again. The sound of the rain is so soothing and the feel of the rain on your skin and face is so wonderful. At least, in my opinion it is. It also makes me happier.

Currently, kind of down. I'm not sleeping well. When I do sleep I have hella crazy dreams though. Also, I'm not spending enough time with my people. Nick, namely. I see him but this is different from quality time. Also Sam. I'll see her soon though.

I want a lady-friend. As an old-timey man might call his girl. Partially because of my not seeing Nick enough and partially because I miss women. I hate being lonely and not doing things.

I need to write again, because there are ideas in my head and they won't shut up. At the same time I find myself not wanting to write or unsure of where to go with my ideas.

I baked today, which made me happy, because cookies are delicious and I like it when people like my cookies.

Grawr

2009-11-27T06:14:23Z

So I totally hit 50k last Sunday. Because I'm badass. I'm not done with story number two yet though, I think he's got about 5k left in him. But that's easy enough to do in four days. I'm still writing like 2k a day on the days I write, because I can and I took a couple days off and know I really feel the need to finish my second sad story. Otherwise I'll let it lie there, uncertain on how I want it to be finished.

It's also Thanksgiving, which means the interwebs and tasty foodstuffs. I am stuffed. Still. At 10 p.m. We ate 6 hours ago.

You know I just realized I pronounce NaNoWriMo like none of the Vloggers on the official site. It's like "NaNo(Wry)Mo" versus how I say it "NaNo(Wree)Mo." I like the weeeee sound better.

ADD? Yes, but I can't figure out an adventure memory I need my MC to tell his boyfriend's dad about his time with his boyfriend. It's like... whuuuuu... BRAIN DEATH. Exactly like that actually. What would be an appropriate het-friendly memory of a gay couple? I DON'T KNOW. I think I need it to lie for a bit.

NaNoWriMo: A Time of Desperate Writing

2009-11-23T03:29:06Z

I'm not dead.

School is almost done with (for De Anza). Now I need to transfer. Annoying, I know.

Also, NaNoWriMo eats souls. I have two partner stories and they are saaaad tales. They will make you cry and rage and hate me. But at the same time you will love me. It's actually kind of how I feel about myself after writing them.

I will tell you more about these tales when I find my soul again.

Haiku for Life

2009-06-25T21:22:12Z

Finals are complete
Avoiding going back home.
I want more baked goods.

5 Glasses Won't Change My Mind.

2009-06-17T01:37:15Z

Scenario: Nick and I are on the bus, it's crowded, I bring up my sociology class and how I think Fox is disappointed in my pessimism about feminism and the rate of progression, because I believe that for true gender equality we need to be gender blind, but if we haven't even gotten color blind right how can we do gender blind at the point we're at now?

So a guy who just got on the bus turns around to ask me if I really want that, in regards to gender blindness. Well of course I do! I want true equality for everyone.

His argument consisted of this (paraphrased): "Well I work in human relations and I know when I hire a woman she's going to 'be gone' because she's going to get pregnant and have a family and have to take care of her family." Seriously, what? I know plenty of women who would rather focus on work than on kids and family right now and I know plenty who will never have kids.

"Well, it's in their nature to want a family and women do it so much 'better' than men do and they can do so much more than men." Okay, bad argument on two points, seriously. It's not in women's nature to have kids it's in humans' nature to procreate for survival of the species and why can't men raise children as well as women can? I'll tell you: social construction. They can do just fine with kids, it's not in men's nature to be violent nor is it in women's nature to be nurturing, women are just given dolls to nurture from age three and up while boys are given cars to crash.

"There's nothing wrong in a woman getting off work to raise a family. What's wrong with that?" Look I'm a psych major, I won't have time to raise my kids to the fullest if we're talking family, but I'm going to bet my husband will help me pick up the slack. And there's something wrong with someone who assumes that because she's a woman she'll be the one raising the children, you know it takes two to make a baby and two to raise one.

"Well there are certain biological differences that can't be denied, and that's what makes women one versus the other." Biological differences I'll give you, but personality isn't a biological thing, it's always the way you're raised. Personality disorders are due to childhood trauma, not some chemical imbalance. Mood, on the other hand is very biological and obviously involves hormones, but everyone has moods and it's a matter of your personality to allow whatever amount of those moods to show. Albeit, some people have hormone imbalances making it impossible for them to control, for those of us without those, we make a choice.

To continue his argument: "Well, in my religion I believe in Cain & Able" (blah blah blah) "Killed" (on and on he goes) "Marked. The mark in my belief and religion is that of black skin." Say what? Seriously, people are at a deficit because of skin color!? Because of the way they are born?! Bullshit! The only deficit of being part of a minority are the deficits pushed on you by other human beings, not one placed by god. The song says "red, yellow, black, and white." Yes, he loves everyone if he exists. "Well, name me one black leader who's been successful in his position." Um... current president... Obama... "He's done nothing." Equal Pay Act... feminist act to equal pay for everyone. He's done something. "Well the economy, the war in Iraq and pulling out the troops, what's he done there? Sure he's taken steps, but what's he done?" Taken steps... that in itself is doing something.

He concludes with "I'm not against you, I voted for Obama and women are wonderful, but they're different." Fuck off, humans are humans and everyone deserves to be accepted for who they are and allowed to deviate from the standards of male, female, black, white, gay, straight, short, tall, atheist, or disciple of god. Human choice, if there is a god or multiple gods who blessed us with anything it was free will, implying we can be who we want to be.

You Provide the Hate and I'll Provide the Spite

2009-06-16T05:14:21Z

I realize I just love music that sparkles. Seriously if you listen to the things going on in any and all of the Birthday Massacre's songs it just sounds glittery and sparkly and kind of just seems dancey even if the lyrics are hopeless and terribly dark.

So I have two group projects to finish this week, in addition to a test tomorrow and another one to prepare for. Why'd I go and take four smart classes this quarter, just why'd I go and do that? Because I can't drop the classes I have, I love them too much - and I do, I just wish I didn't sometimes.

Oh, and the Redwings lost the Stanley Cup to the Penguins, I didn't want to talk about it, but I'm a lesbian frat boy and can't help but lament the loss of my team.

10 Signs You May "Go Psycho" From Time to Time

2009-06-13T20:19:49Z

What is "going psycho" you might ask, because you most likely have no idea. Well, "going psycho" is just rocking out to the genre of music that is psychobilly. Now this leads to the question of "what the fuck is psychobilly and what the fuck are you on?" Well, I can't answer that second part, but the first part is what this bit of verbiage is all about.

My 10 Signs of Psychobilly Appreciation.

The stand-up bass is in your top 3 sexiest instruments ever played list. (Having a top 3 sexiest instruments list is a pre-requisite, otherwise you aren't enough of a music nerd to truly appreciate little known genres like psychobilly).
The zombacolypse frequently comes up in casual conversations, work situations, or when meeting important people for the first time. (Yes, the President really does need to know about the ever-looming threat.)
The Undead (zombies, vampires, jesus, and so on) are just fucking awesome.
That Elvis twang really makes you need to put on your jean jacket and do some good dancin'.
You can, in fact, do the Elvis hip-swish thing.
The pompadour is the sexiest hairstyle in existance, especially on a woman with her hair dyed black. Second to this is the flattop, complimenting the spider web tattoos crawling up your neck.
Surfing in outerspace and meeting the future mother/father of your children there sounds like an excellent idea. (Yes, I am saying Amazons from outer space would totally be hawt.)
Tattoos of dancing skeletons cover your body. OR: you kidnapped your 10th grade biology teacher's display skeleton and took it to Winter Formal in appropriate dress, and nearly got away with it too. And if you didn't, you wish you had now.
Old cheesy horror flicks are your favorite. (I bet you didn't even know there was a Little Shop of Horrors prior to the musical version.)
Voodoo is totally something you'd actually look into - at least for musical inspiration, if not to sleep with the voodoo woman selling live chickens downtown.

And now you know. Psychobilly: Like the fifties, but in color.

Darling, Fetch the Battle Axe

2009-06-01T21:08:32Z

The Vlog Brothers, when Hank sings, infinitely awesome.

~~~

So, talk about life. Life is good, I have money again, a little. My dad has paid me back a little bit, which is exciting. I need to get some ideas spinning in my head for national novel writing month, but I think I know what's going to be happening, Morgana Adair, unrestricted by senior project rules and an adult. In love with a girl? Maybe? The sea, definitely.

Also I think I'm going to officially write the "Zombie Date Movie" script. Or something like it, because this movie is to have minimal dialogue and the actions are what it's all about. Also, I'm spending all too much time on the internet.

Life Encompasses a Whole Lot

2009-06-01T06:10:33Z

This man has some serious fucking talent.

~~~

So it's been a while and I've done some things since then. Prop 8 was upheld by the CA Supreme Court but didn't divorce all the couples who were married at the right time, which has some seriously gargantuan holes in the argument, but they did it anyway. So last Tuesday when it was announced I and my boyfriend marched for the right to equal marriage downtown. Unfortunately we couldn't make Saturday's march in Fresno, but we protest still in our spirits. We saw a lot of our gay friends from De Anza and a lot of our straight ones too, a few high schoolers Nick somehow knows and half of my Sociology of Gender class. And it was a good turn-out. There were even some adorable little kids with their families, supporting the rights of others.

I spent the weekend prior with Sam for her birthday, which was fun with minty chocolatey ice cream cake and some watching and some cheese (actually a lot of cheese) and fruit. We watched Star Trek (oh jesus awesome) and X-Men Origins: Wolverine (only okay, kinda like I expected). And worked out some RP details.

So this weekend I've been working my ass off at the bookstore for inventory, because they really needed all the help they could get. It was madness, but yay I made about one hundred fifty bucks. Also, I delivered a speech, wrote two essays, and took a test last week. So it kind of was a wee bit stressful compared to the weeks prior. I've nearly no time between now and finals.

But overall life has been pretty good. Got over the Joey thing and have settled back into my mostly affairless state of content.

Also, I'm still a lesbian frat-boy. It's the Stanley Cup Play-Offs and it's a repeat of last years series: Penguins vs. Redwings and I'm still a Redwings girl. We're up two games to none, and I think we'll win, but it's not going to be easy and the team needs to get off their asses.

I Can Tell You'd Like Some Company But I Can't Fix You and You Don't Want Me

2009-05-15T06:03:21Z

I had the plague last week. Bad. Well, in reality it was a sinus infection. A fever of 100+ for four days. Hella fever reducers were consumed. I was coughing up yellow. Still kinda am. Just not as sick. You know, no fever and no sore throat and the cough hardly hurts at all. So, better than I was last week.

Joey called off our affair until further notice. I'm very sad. That's all that I want to say about it.

I'm doing well in school. I'm looking forward to writing my cross-dressing term paper and getting to work on the group project. We're doing it on Music/Music Videos and Gender Portrayals. It's exciting. And let's see... I'm doing well in History and Math and Speech on the whole. Though, speaking of speech, I missed my informative speech and can't make it up. Oops. The plague's fault. It's cool, I can still get an A in the class.

Yea. I had two parties last weekend. I'm a kiss-happy drunk. Yea. I don't know what else to say about that. I was the Mouse from the pool of tears at the Wonderland Party and I was a pirate at the Pirate Party. Duh. Oh! And I got to see a boy making out with another boy at the Wonderland Party. A couple times. My boyfriend did it later. Exciting.

And that's about it.

Uuuugh. Sick

2009-05-03T22:10:27Z

I'm sick. It's not even cool. Running a fever of about 100. Woke up with one of 102.4. Which was hella painful. Working on getting better. But seriously, I never get this sick. I have a nasty hard cough with some phlegm involved and a sore throat because of how fucking nasty my cough really is. And that's about it.

Oh, and my appetite is gone.

God, I think I'm ready for more sleep now.

MAYDAY. (No, not worker's whatever day, but pagan holiday.)

2009-05-01T17:39:07Z

It's Beltaine. And I went and saw the Morris dancers dance the sun up again this year with Nick. Love him. It's very sweet stuff. I enjoy the holidays with his family. But it's very early so I'm pretty fucking tired.

I've got Scion today. I hope to find an axe. Because that would be BITCHIN.

I got two parties next week, (which is my bloody hell week) but it'll be fun anyway, because I hang out with good people. I will update about those when I get to them. Most probably.

Anyhow, fun times, havin a life. Noy-so-fun times, not having any money. Damn.

And be Pagan! Fuck outdoors! (or just do a dance)

Sunday is Fast Becoming Bath Day

2009-04-27T04:52:44Z

I'm dropping my POLI 1 class. The teacher was a fuckin' communist. I'm done with it. But not before I get my book rebate for the quarter. That puts me down to 17 units! Yay!

Joey and I are having a good affair.

Nick and I are still 100% in love. He gets jealous a bit, but it's okay because I love him and only him. I like our open relationship. It's very full of trust but takes a unique kind of couple. With unique kinds of goals for life.

I took a bath today, it was a good one. Rose-scented with rose and vanilla oils and whatnot. I have soft-skin now. Baths are so relaxing. Tiffany is happy when she has low-stress levels and soft skin. Life's pretty good right now. No permanent job, but still pretty good.

Pandora is giving me good swing music right now.

I had my first glass of Chianti tonight. it was nom.

Arrrrrg, For the Wenches and Pirates Did Party

2009-04-06T00:48:23Z

So on Friday I went to a friend's pirate themed party and it was fun. There are pictures on Facebook, I might eventually put them up on picasa, doubtful though.

We watched a Bruce Lee movie, because we can, and then watched the Curse of the Black Pearl. We chatted and ate cookies late into the night. That I baked. Nom nom nom. Also Joe's mom made this bitchin fruit salad with good rum. Nummy. And he made dinner too, which was chicken and rice and veggies it was nom nom nom. Gotta love a man who knows how to cook.

Then we talked and just talked. And we finally fell asleep at about 3 a.m. and then we woke abruptly at about 7:30. Joe's mom was starting the morning routine and it was not 15 feet away from me. So I didn't even try to sleep more. Then we ate more food and it was nom. Biscuits and gravy and eggs and sausage and tea and orange juice. Mmhmm.

Food was followed by finishing off the Pirates Trilogy. We definitely need to party with Joe more. It's very chill with his family.

That's about it.

Ahahahaha

2009-04-02T09:21:48Z

People are hilarious when I'm delirious.

Silly ex-girlfriends of friends.

And yay my update is done, I leave you with nothing particularly useful tonight.

Except food was delicious and there should have been air hockey. TOMORROW IS A NEW DAY. errr.... today... is a new day? Whatever.

I Should Probably be Good to Myself Once in A While...

2009-03-28T16:50:59Z

I'm getting sick. I will fight it off. I have a sore throat. Also I woke up this morning at 7 a.m. with a couple of oddly-shaped, irritatingly itchy bug bites, unrelated. The sore throat started yesterday morning, but went away fast enough for me not to really notice. Also developing slight cough. Grrrr.

On the bright side I am finished with finals! Yay! I think it's a solid B quarter. We'll see sometime over the next few weeks. I'm starting work at the bookstore for rush next week, training monday and tuesday. And then the first week of school I will be working my ass off. Because I need fucking money, for I am a broke college student.

I got a birthday party to go to tonight, for Dave-O. There shall be some partying, that is for certain, I wonder what Nick got him.

Anyhow, more fun fun fun times, I'm going to go out to Tracy next week for a couple of days to see Luna and Sam and hear some "good news" from Holly, which is all I get to know about it. :/ I WANNA KNOW!!!!! I has to be patient, and patient I shall be. I will also get cookie recipe from Sam, YAY!

I think I'll stave off the sickness by tuesday, so long as I drink hella Vitamin C and eat right.

Whose House Am I Haunting, Tonight?

2009-03-25T20:49:28Z

So, sadness I didn't get to see Watchmen in IMAX again. I will tell you why. Nick sprained his ankle and so we could not go to the city Saturday. Instead we went Sunday. And we had to be back in San Jose early so he could go to game. We also had to consider the fact that he was still not 100% healed. We picked up the corset and then had crepes at this place called Frjtz, which had nomminly fabulous garlic fries but only moderate crepes. I like Squat and Gobble better for the crepes, I think. I also really missed the potatoes they serve at Squat & Gobble. After fooding and corsetry we set off to the Haight so Nick could stop by his favorite second-hand shop, Aaardvark's. He got another vest, a black one with real pockets, and a tie.

My man is better now, no more foot pain, or very minimal to say the least.

Last night we went to Santa Cruz for an OK Go concert and that was fun. Despite there being no encore or C-C-C-Cinnamon Lip (and candy kisses on my tongue). It was still an awesome show. Damien (the vocalist) admitted that just before he got on stage he had split his pants. It was great. He's all "Let me just get this off my chest. You guys have been wondering why I'm so timid up here and your thinking it's because I've been missing shows due to being sick, well it's not. I ripped my pants. There being held up by many tiny pins and I am terrified for my balls. And GAF and Duck tape all over these pants. It's ripping out my leg hair." I died a little bit because it was so fuckin hilarious.

They also played a song completely with hand bells. "What To Do." And there was an acapella group that did a cover of one of their songs and it was great too. The first opening band rocked fairly decently. The second I'm trying to forget exist. There was also this fabulous couple that was dancing like real dancing for the first act. And it was beautiful. I have dancer envy. So much. And the lead chick from the first band was adorable with this bunny zombie dance she was doing.

And there was delicious food at Chocolate, really that's what the restaurant is called, on Pacific. It's been a good couple of days.

Whiskey, Cheese, and Chocolate

2009-03-18T16:52:22Z

People are silly.

I'm on campus and people here are weird. WoWheads. Socially inept. "Individualists" (I'm unique just like everyone else!!). I dunno, I'm getting bored with the people here. I need my Sam & Luna fix soon.

I'm thinking I'm going to have an affair with this Joe character that I met last quarter - he's very attractive. Very. I talked with Nick about it already and the go-ahead has been given, I just wanted to make sure he'd be okay with me having a male fuckbuddy in addition to my girls.

Yesterday was St. Patty's Day (as if you didn't know) and I went to Nick's family's St. Patty's Day party and there was whiskey and cheese and chocolate. And I didn't get enough sleep. I was a weeeee bit tipsy. And then very very tired.

I am going to go see "Watchmen" again in the IMAX this when we go to the city to pick-up my corset. Woohoo! And that's about my life right now.

Peace!

There's Not a Lot That I Feel Obliged to Share or Talk About

2009-03-16T00:30:43Z

I feel small today.

Fucked up dreams reminding me of my step-dad in a fairy tale world.

People looking down on me, just plain me, when I walk by.

I feel small today.

Watching the Watchmen Whilst Finding Work

2009-03-11T22:57:32Z

So over the weekend I saw The Watchmen. Twice. I enjoyed it, despite a few changes it was mostly accurate. I won't review or write about what I thought except that I liked it. I saw it with Nick opening night and then again Sunday afternoon in the IMAX in Dublin with Sam and Luna, who I love loads. I need to see them more often.

I have absolutely no homework over the next couple of days, it's kind of sad. Okay, really sad. Because I'm so BORED. I suppose I should write more of SIBAS and that interval.

I'm going to start working rush next week at the bookstore. Which means a bit of money for me. Which is a great thing. Because I need some money. Badly. And it will also mean I am less bored. I'm going to go brew myself some tea now and read a bit between loads of laundry.

Also... secret link! (or a not yet yoinked opening)