Demands of the Machine

Since I've started working out more frequently, my body's been craving exercise on a daily basis. Last night, in addition to working out with Votania in the afternoon, my body craved an hour and a half of swimming, and half a pint of Ben & Jerry's. Who am I to deny the reasonable demands of my body?

I can feel it in my shoulders this morning. Mmmm.

In other news, devoted readers as well as I may have noticed some attitude changes in me. Votania claims I'm becoming more mellow; I see myself becoming happier. Well, and not perturbed particularly easily in major ways. I'm still happily fluffheaded over minor amusing relationship drama, and that's because I like that excitement in my life, and it's not doing harm.

Mmm, cookies.

Votania left me two cookies with a note in a new document saying "Must eat yummy cookies..." over and over again. How sweet!

Hook, line, and gamebook

Dawn and I have been plotting long and hard what, exactly, we could do to arrange some sort of social event for the general vicinity of graduation that would involve Darkside. We agreed that she should pitch it. She gave me the perfect straight line entrance, today, to the topic. She mentioned graduation, and I asked her what her plans were.

She immediately asked Darkside if he were game for getting together that night, but then remembered the other thing about graduation: hordes and hordes of well-wishing family descending, and reluctantly decided that the get-together would have to be some other night. They fussed over the calender and decided on Halloween. Her place was out: her mother would mind; Darkside's place was out: it was too far away. "Do you think it would be OK if we did this at your place?" Dawn asked, as that had been our original plan.

Darkside's face lit at the prospect of an anime and gaming night in an apartment with a large TV and a PS2 handy. Neighbor will be back in town by that time. Dawn brought up the topic of what would be the variety of refreshments; Darkside made it clear that alcohol, or being around same, was not his idea of a great time. That concept was cool with everybody; I'm generally not getting too particularly drunk; I far prefer sparkling cider. (Seriously. I do.)

Furthermore, we're going to all meet up at my place and do breakfast on graduation day.

Darkside and Dawn narrowed our campaign down to BESM; Darkside's thinking a horror theme, no hammers.


Giggle, giggle, giggle. Ron commented that perhaps something else besides just the strict RPG might wind up happening. I swear, the man's getting as bad about teasing as Red Sandlewood. Dawn will be an excellent chaparone; she knows that my intentions towards Darkside are honorable.

Joke I told Darkside and Benes

So this systems analyst falls for a database programmer, and he starts showing off how much he knows about databases, to impress her, and finally, she says: "You know, you don't have to debase yourself for me."

I didn't know I could make Mr. Benes groan.

Tired.

Went, donated plasma. Will endeavor to do again Friday or Saturday.

You may be becoming an RPG geek when:

...you ask your brother if he can locate for you a "ring of remembering head, even when not attached".

Oy, they just keep coming.

This morning, Darkside bopped me gently in the nose (with his own hand, surprisingly), and said, "Here, have a nose job."

It was too good a straight line to resist. I seized his hand and blew gently upon it. "Here", I said. "Have---"

Laughter. "Do I get my merit badge now?" I inquired.

It's cool.

votania has officially given me the go-ahead for whatever festivities I'm planning on Halloween. She and Nephew are going to be out with the Viking at the studio, doing their usual festive things.

With small fayoumi out of the way, a true party can commence.

Not sure how many players Darkside's game is to be handling; so far, it's just the four of us good friends; who knows what else will wind up happening.

With my room at least quasi-clean these days, that expands the usable area of the apartment by a very large percentage...

Sexy.

I can't promise myself true love if I work out and hone my body into the kickass form I wish it to be. No mistake: it's my wish. It's been my halfhearted wish ever since I noticed that my clothes were no longer fitting correctly; it's been my halfhearted wish ever since I noticed that my belly bulged out a little over my jeans when I tucked my shirt in. Instead of getting up and doing something, though, I've just been letting myself go, not worrying about it, going for whatever my tongue wanted at the moment rather than what my body really needed.

votania says that I've been turning heads. She's noticed that when I'm out, guys will check me out. (She didn't say if girls were or not.) Self-confidence is important to overall attractiveness.

I'm not particularly attractive to myself. To give you an idea of what I find attractive, think Bette Page. It's been observed that I go for women who resemble me, or at least the body-self that I was in high school. votania looks like that, only a little shorter than I tend to go for (though that didn't stop me from hitting on her around the time we first met). I want to hone myself into a form that will turn my own head in the mirror.

Undead

Darkside's noticed that people have trouble finding his pulse. This morning, I finally located his wrist-pulse. Yay me!