90 posts tagged “qotd”

What do you do when you get a crush on someone?
Submitted by Desi.

I don't really have anything that's exclusive to crushes...I just sort of do my damnedest to hang around them, be a little more flirtatious than usual (but nothing too overt--unless the fella comes on equally as strong, in which case I consider the game afoot). Brief touches on shoulders and arms is a good indicator too, because if he shies away from physical contact then we probably wouldn't have much fun anyway.

But anyway, there was the cutest guy at the LAN party last night. He had that sort of UK-punk look going on, I mean DAMN. I complimented his boots--they were from England. And from what conversation I heard him having with another guy, he's been to the Czech Republic.

I HAVE TO SEE HIM AGAIN. :O He was so handsome holy shit. And smart, and philosophical. Plus he, Casey, and myself turned the wrong way leaving the party and collectively had to pull into people's driveways and turn around. We're all lost gooses!

I don't want to go to work. I want to find out if he's on Myspace or Facebook! I'm leaving this entry public because maybe, just maybe he'll find this entry and be like "Hm, I was just thinking the same thing."*

*(Stfu and let me dream.)

What are you most looking forward to this weekend?

Beltane tomorrow! Maypole, merriment, good friends, good drinks, then spending the night in a tent. Hopefully all these storms and rain will blow over tonight so that tomorrow will be nothing but beautiful!

Doing a lot of housecleaning today...it's just a given when I come home, because I'm the only one here who actually works on it. Sigh. But at least it makes me feel a little bit better, not living in their mess.

I'm trying to be peppy, but two good friends of mine lost a beloved pet today. Having lost two dear dogs and a cat in my life, I'm very empathetic to the situation.

I'm probably going to go read, play the guitar a little bit...I'm tired and my back aches.

What's the best thing about today?

That I am living, breathing, laughing, and know so many wonderful people!

That, by either fortunate happenstance or by a guiding hand of Fate, I keep running into people who can teach me new stances on life, and answer my silly questions.

Is it obvious that I heard "Shiney Happy People" by REM on the radio today for the first time in a long, long time?

Who or what do you really love?

I think the more appropriate question is who/what DON'T I love? Well, actually, that list can be pretty extensive itself, so perhaps I'll devote a separate (friends-locked) post to that.

I love...

• My mother. This needs no explanation, but Lord knows she and I have been through our bouts of loathing.

• My sister, even though she's going through a patent teen angst/rebellion phase.

• Kristyn and Lacey. They're like sisters to me, and I'm blessed to be able to have lived with them!

• The rest of my innumerable, varied, and always lovely friends--including my Vox 'hood! Heeeey!

• A certain person who shall remain anonymous here...

• My sweet bay-bay Amber!

If you could perform alongside any artist (actor, dancer, musician, etc.), who would it be, and what would you perform? 

I would perform with Lisa (CFC leadman Kenneth's significant other), and we would perform a cover of Dolly Parton's "Jolene", with Lisa on guitar/melody and I would be sitting there covering the harmony and...looking pretty, I guess. We'd both be pretty smokin', come to think of it.

My car needs power steering fluid, and I bought a bottle...but upon further examination, it says "Quicksilver Marine Parts & Accessories", "Marine Grade Product", and on the back the caveat "Not Recommended for use in systems that specify SAE OW-30 oil". The labels underneath the hood of my car don't specify what sort of engine oil my car takes.

...Um, I think I need someone with a penis to interpret this. But I'm pretty sure I shouldn't put it in my car. :-|

If your Vox Neighborhood had a potluck dinner tonight, what dish, drink or dessert would you bring?

I'd bring some sweet potato casserole, because seriously guys--who doesn't like sweet potato casserole?!

Neil has graciously left his guitar over here to allow me to fiddle around and attempt to toughen my fingers up against the hard, devilish strings. So far I've got "Amazing Grace" under my fingers, but there's no telling what's next, bwahaha. Phat beatz are imminent.

What's your alma mater?

Today was the first Veteran's Day without Paw. I felt alright today until here in the last 30 minutes or so. Melancholy is a sneaky thing.

Who was the first person to give you info -- correct or not -- on how to "make babies"? 
Submitted by Manon-It-All.

Kristyn's brother told her that she came from wolves, and that was where children were adopted. Lacey can't remember, and Brian says that apparently my mom taught him everything.
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As for me, I never got the talk. I learned about all the anatomy and the mechanics in the 5th grade in a special, segregated girls/guys class.

What was your favorite road-trip of all time? 

Well, let's assume band trips don't count. Because they really are like road trips at times...lots of sleeping, pillows, blankets, CD players, screaming out the windows, gossiping in the back of the bus, cold glares between the two queen bitches...that kinda thing.

So, excepting all of that, my favorite road-trip of all time was without a doubt--Bonnaroo 06.

Robbie and myself started out from home in the Ruby (my red PT Cruisar, ph33r) around 5 AM, loaded down with water, blankets, and 15 liters of sunscreen. With our tickets and Google directions in hand we set off up the Natchez Trace, excited beyond all reason. Where was our tent, you ask? Well I'm glad you did. The family tent which we planned on taking with us was mysteriously without support poles. So we took a tailgating pavilion instead, which was thoroughly interesting in its assembly. And by interesting I mean...hard as fuck to raise and lower.

But it didn't matter still. BONNAROO. WE WERE GOING. We'd had this planned as our senior trip since approx. the beginning of our senior year, and we couldn't have been happier. We drove into the sunrise as it burned the fog off of the low spots along the Trace, listening to Bright Eyes and guzzling Dr. Pepper to get appropriately hyped.

Once we crossed into Alabama and left the Trace, I slipped into my slightly-neurotic navigator mode. At this point, Robbie wasn't so much a friend and passenger as a copilot...hahaha. In addition to this constant checking of directions and maps, I couldn't let my gas gauge drop below the halfway point without stopping at the next gas station we saw. All sorts of silly thoughts like "What if this is the last gas station until we get there?!!" blinked through my head, but didn't really bother me too much.

Besides--after all that Dr. Pepper, we needed the bathroom breaks.

So we made our happy little way through the northwestern corner of Alabama, blaring the soundtrack to RENT and singing along hopelessly. Ironic for Alabama folk, no? The real fun part came once we hit the very pretty TN Hwy 55, which took us through extraordinarily lovely and pastoral foothill-pasture scenes, and through Lynchburg, TN, where Jack Daniels calls home. The thing about it was, there were no stops along the way. I had to pee. Badly. The running joke of the whole trip was, "Alright Robbie--I'm going to pull over, piss in that massive Jack D. bottle, and be gone before anyone notices!"

Yeah, guess who said that? >:3

But we finally made it!! Robbie rocked out with his cock out, I lashed out with my gash out, no sleep and a good time was had by all. Robbie slept on the way home, we mainly listened to moe. on the way back, because they're my favorite jam band ever.

And that is the tale of the best road trip ever.

P.S. Damn, guys, I go underground for 5 days and have to scroll back through my neighborhood six pages. The fuck?