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azurelunatic) wrote2002-10-01 12:03 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2002-10-01 12:03 pm
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Darkside has a habit of calling me "Mrs. ...." to make a point (such as "Mrs. Likes-to-stay-up-all-night"), and when he says that, I glare at him, and point out that I am technically unmarried. It's gotten to the point where it's a friendly routine. Today, when he called me Mrs. something-or-other topical to the discussion, I gave him the Look, and he responded that actually, Votania and I might as well be married ... we're living together, we have a kid... there was much giggling.
Poor Darkside and his Social Issues & Technology group! They present tomorrow, and they're still not all together. I should bring marbles tomorrow, but not attend the speech. Darkside doesn't believe me when I say that I won't be there. The guys finally showed up, later than they should have been. There was much giggling on the subject of cellphone penetration.
I am Darkside's friend. He mentioned this to me this morning when I told him about my breakdown over the weekend. If I were not his friend, we wouldn't be as close as we are, and he wouldn't be trying to help me get through some of these things. Glad you felt like saying it, even though I already know...
Our group overall got an A- on the speech; individually, Bob and I both got an A-, and Dylan got a B of some description. Our group was praised for working so very well together. Um...? We got together to decide the topic, we split it up into loosely chronological sections, and we each were responsible for coming up with five minutes' worth of noise. We checked in with each other at the beginning of the class when we were to present it; the entire performance went off smoothly, not because we'd rehearsed together, or even rehearsed much at all, just because we're that good. The group after us, the one that had actually worked together, was called out for not working together. What gives?
Our next speech is the Demonstration Speech. There are to be no animals, no weapons, and no booze. I whispered to Bob that perhaps an inflatable sheep would be appropriate? Bob laughed. Later, on the bit about the pathos, I muttered something about a demonstration of cunnilingus. Guess my mind's in the gutter today.
One of the darling ladies at the Sith Academy forwarded an article about penis size vs. shoe size, which I found enlightening, though not surprising, given the example of Shawn (huge feet, but slightly less than average). Giggled over the concept with Darkside, after checking out his shoe size. (He was glad to hear that there was no correlation, as his feet are small.)
Darkside follows me. He is used to me walking with him places, and is so accustomed to this that when he and I have separate directions to go, and it isn't made clear to him that he is headed one way, and I'm heading another way, even though it's clear to me, he will tag along after me. It's a little like having a little duckling. Eventually he will realize that the place where he was supposed to have been going is other than the place we are going; at that point he does detach and go his direction. I think it's sweet, and encouraging. He's used to spending time with me, now, and this bodes well for our keeping in contact after he graduates.
Darkside did get to talk to Dennis K. this weekend. Good.
Poor Darkside and his Social Issues & Technology group! They present tomorrow, and they're still not all together. I should bring marbles tomorrow, but not attend the speech. Darkside doesn't believe me when I say that I won't be there. The guys finally showed up, later than they should have been. There was much giggling on the subject of cellphone penetration.
I am Darkside's friend. He mentioned this to me this morning when I told him about my breakdown over the weekend. If I were not his friend, we wouldn't be as close as we are, and he wouldn't be trying to help me get through some of these things. Glad you felt like saying it, even though I already know...
Our group overall got an A- on the speech; individually, Bob and I both got an A-, and Dylan got a B of some description. Our group was praised for working so very well together. Um...? We got together to decide the topic, we split it up into loosely chronological sections, and we each were responsible for coming up with five minutes' worth of noise. We checked in with each other at the beginning of the class when we were to present it; the entire performance went off smoothly, not because we'd rehearsed together, or even rehearsed much at all, just because we're that good. The group after us, the one that had actually worked together, was called out for not working together. What gives?
Our next speech is the Demonstration Speech. There are to be no animals, no weapons, and no booze. I whispered to Bob that perhaps an inflatable sheep would be appropriate? Bob laughed. Later, on the bit about the pathos, I muttered something about a demonstration of cunnilingus. Guess my mind's in the gutter today.
One of the darling ladies at the Sith Academy forwarded an article about penis size vs. shoe size, which I found enlightening, though not surprising, given the example of Shawn (huge feet, but slightly less than average). Giggled over the concept with Darkside, after checking out his shoe size. (He was glad to hear that there was no correlation, as his feet are small.)
Darkside follows me. He is used to me walking with him places, and is so accustomed to this that when he and I have separate directions to go, and it isn't made clear to him that he is headed one way, and I'm heading another way, even though it's clear to me, he will tag along after me. It's a little like having a little duckling. Eventually he will realize that the place where he was supposed to have been going is other than the place we are going; at that point he does detach and go his direction. I think it's sweet, and encouraging. He's used to spending time with me, now, and this bodes well for our keeping in contact after he graduates.
Darkside did get to talk to Dennis K. this weekend. Good.
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The biggest one I've ever seen is attached to my sister's fiancé. Mmm, yum. He's short and small and ...mmm.
hee.
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I recall with pleasure the few days after we first got it on when I wasn't walking quite right...