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azurelunatic) wrote2001-07-27 07:25 am
azurelunatic) wrote2001-07-27 07:25 am
Accounting, pressure points, Financial Accounting, and blood
Came to school on the "late" side of on time -- fifteen after -- Darkside had been there for five minutes already. I'd seen his car drive past while I was walking. He'd gotten evil bills for school and was trying madly to figure out how much he could pay. He was not happy, and papers cluttered the table.
I read my book for accounting class.
After he emerged from the paper cloud, we discussed my schedule for the morning (7am lab, two sessions of Financial Accounting, an hour off, Econ) and how his was so far superior. I discussed pressure points with his neck. He discussed them back with mine. These days, I find myself saying the sort of outrageous silly thing that will get him to wrap his hands around my neck in jest in order to feel him touching me. We brush knees under the table; the contact, while accidental, is maintained.
I mention that Dave mentioned that if he's ever in the general area, he wants to do a D&D campaign with me and Darkside. Darkside says that this sounds intriguing and fun; what sort of plans did Dave have? I, since the whole D&D thing was total bull (although I know Dave would, as soon as I suggested it to him) said that Dave didn't say; he just snickered evilly. Darkside grinned. I love making Darkside grin like that.
It's starting to be so common that we touch each other that I don't notice it so strongly anymore.
Financial Accounting Lab was ... well. I'd already done what could be done, so I wandered back to the lab where Darkside was. We looked at the usual comic and laughed together ... we got chewed out for disrupting the other students.
My mechanical pencil stabbed me in the arm twice. It looks like I've been doing drugs. It drew blood. The second time, the lead broke off in my arm. Not worried about lead poisoning, because it's graphite (Azz not completely full of head-rocks) but OW. I had Darkside the boy scout extract the piece of offensive matter ... blood all over my arm, all over his hands. Just little drops that smeared... thank gods I have no blood diseases. I ouched about it more than it actually hurt me.
Leaning close to Darkside when he points out something funny online. Taking Dave's advice. Dave tells me very strongly that I am to go after Darkside, since Darkside is local and he is not. Meanwhile, though, we can still have fun...
I read my book for accounting class.
After he emerged from the paper cloud, we discussed my schedule for the morning (7am lab, two sessions of Financial Accounting, an hour off, Econ) and how his was so far superior. I discussed pressure points with his neck. He discussed them back with mine. These days, I find myself saying the sort of outrageous silly thing that will get him to wrap his hands around my neck in jest in order to feel him touching me. We brush knees under the table; the contact, while accidental, is maintained.
I mention that Dave mentioned that if he's ever in the general area, he wants to do a D&D campaign with me and Darkside. Darkside says that this sounds intriguing and fun; what sort of plans did Dave have? I, since the whole D&D thing was total bull (although I know Dave would, as soon as I suggested it to him) said that Dave didn't say; he just snickered evilly. Darkside grinned. I love making Darkside grin like that.
It's starting to be so common that we touch each other that I don't notice it so strongly anymore.
Financial Accounting Lab was ... well. I'd already done what could be done, so I wandered back to the lab where Darkside was. We looked at the usual comic and laughed together ... we got chewed out for disrupting the other students.
My mechanical pencil stabbed me in the arm twice. It looks like I've been doing drugs. It drew blood. The second time, the lead broke off in my arm. Not worried about lead poisoning, because it's graphite (Azz not completely full of head-rocks) but OW. I had Darkside the boy scout extract the piece of offensive matter ... blood all over my arm, all over his hands. Just little drops that smeared... thank gods I have no blood diseases. I ouched about it more than it actually hurt me.
Leaning close to Darkside when he points out something funny online. Taking Dave's advice. Dave tells me very strongly that I am to go after Darkside, since Darkside is local and he is not. Meanwhile, though, we can still have fun...
[note to self:]