Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand
by krisis
It’s gone back and forth so many times… people thought i was gay, so eventually i decided that i didn’t give a fuck and i flirted with them to make them uncomfortable as a defense mechanism, so then people stopped teasing me because they all assumed i actually was gay, so now i’m just really defensive about it, which makes me seem like i’m in the closet, so now my friends mostly take bets behind my back about when i’ll finally hook up with some really nice guy.
by krisis
My two favourite quotes of this weekend:
Ariel: I’m just a huge whore that no one is taking advantage of.
Me: Dude, if you look up “drought” in the dictionary, there’s a picture of the desert, and then under that there’s a picture of my lips.
by krisis
Spoon: and i had my arm around her a good portion of the time
Spoon: and we had two different tickle fights that took at least 2 cousins off the couch. but. no getting any. :-)
krisisPM: Wait, you’re cousins? … Damn southerners…
Spoon: cushions is what i was trying to spell
krisisPM: sure…
Spoon: But if we were cousins, then it would be that much sweeter. ;-)
by krisis
After that the night just got rather random. Elise and I spoke to Ariel briefly after the show, and he told us to meet him at the cast party at 4am, when they’d be done striking the set. Which left us with about four hours to kill. First we attended a drunken dorm room bash where i was aghast at the amount of making-out that was occurring until i was informed that all the couples were really couples. After that there was some french homework, a discussion of the history of theatre, Festivus ice cream, and a guy from my senior prom table. Eventually we did wind up at the cast party, where i was so tired i could barely keep up my facial communication skills, let alone my verbal ones. Ariel arrived, we chatted with him, and then left. Elise and i parted ways at her apartment (after i thanked her for baby-sitting me through a night at Penn) and i walked home, occasionally pretending i could fly.
by krisis
There was this one girl sitting next to me for the first act who had to keep leaning over to talk to Elise, who was on the other side of me and removed by one person. Apparently, to get to the right angle to make comments to her, she needed to stretch out past me so that her breasts were wedged up against the hands i had folded politely in my lap. The first time she did this i was rather embarrassed but couldn’t move my hands without essentially feeling her up along the way. On subsequent leanings over i attempted to shift my hands, but every time they were assaulted by cleavage. This was all very upsetting because i had no intention on hitting on any random Penn students, and i couldn’t very well just sit there and have breasts imposed upon me without flirting with their owner a bit. Wow, i think i’m a chauvinist now. Anyhow, we all switched seats at the end of the first act, which left me next to the person i had been planning on flirting with in one of those situations where i couldn’t decide whether or not to put my arm around her. Yes, i suck. No, you don’t have to remind me again.