lazy saturday

I thought sleeping patterns for my generation (or for young adults in general with nothing better to do than poke around the internet) were trending toward sleeping late and waking up late, which is why I also believed there was an unspoken rule in place that barred any phone calls before noon. Not so, apparently! Leigh just came back from her two week stint visiting family and wanted to grab lunch with Elise, so despite being woken up before I had my fill of delicious slumber, I was excited to see them and dragged my sleepy self out of bed.

I suggested that we head to the Kang Kang food court so that they could try some Shanghainese pan-fried bao (生煎包, sheng jian bao), which are small buns filled with pork and soup.

Covered in scallions and black sesame. Yum!

To my immense relief, they seemed to enjoy the food. We intended to go back to Elise's and make dessert, but we ended up lounging around and having girl talk about ex-boyfriends, marriage, tattoos, feminine hygiene, sex, vacation spots, and moving out instead.

Our conversations reaffirmed two things for me: a) getting married at 28 like my 16-year-old self originally planned does not give me enough time to do the things I want before tying myself down and b) even after having at least four months to think about it and potentially change my mind, I still want a tattoo.

I was a little too embarrassed to admit to the girls what image I wanted to permanently replace a patch of my skin with, but here on aesthetic seduction I am utterly unashamed!

Yeah, from a game. But not because it's from a game.

It'll probably have to be in the middle of my back. Somewhere that I don't regularly look at on the off-chance that I do get it and come to regret it. I tend to change my mind a lot.

P.S. My dreams are beginning to give me orgasms that rival the intensity of those reached in my waking hours. As if sleep wasn't appealing enough already.

THOR IS HERE

I came home from breakfast with the grandparents to find SC2 on my doorstep. Now all I need is my brother to bring himself and, more importantly, his gaming-capable laptop home so I can get in on the action! Hahaha, this is ridiculous. I've been anticipating this release for months now, knowing very well that once I got it, my computer wouldn't be able to handle it.



Since I can remember, I've lived with the bare necessities in life. Even when it came to entertainment, I simply shared toys with my brother while growing up. But now it's becoming increasingly more difficult because we're in different places. Like I said before, PC gaming is a little awkward for me, but it would be much more convenient than having to lug around a console everywhere I go. Plus, I'm starting to feel like I've been missing out on a lot. Which is why I've started tossing around the idea of having J build me a rig in the near future.

Once again, money is the limiting factor. It's not that I can't spare several hundred dollars right now, but the sheer fact that I don't need to spend it prevents me from acting on this new urge. SOMEONE HIRE ME ALREADY.

crashing

Yesterday was absolutely amazing for two reasons:

Inception
After we left the theater, I kept telling J, "My mind is blown." The movie kept me on the edge of my seat the whole time, though it really wasn't as confusing as people made it seem. I feel like the term is becoming interchangeable with "making you think a little even after the movie's over." That's not to say I didn't miss out on a few details myself, but that's the kind of richness that made watching it a satisfying 2.5 hours of my life. I definitely wouldn't mind seeing it again. Probably not in theaters though, since a ticket goes for about the price of a kidney these days.

Day[9]'s SC2 Launch Party
Twelve hours of board games, console games, SC1 LAN, live-casting, and being surrounded by enthusiastic SC fans. The voice actors for Jim Raynor and Tychus Findlay were there too, which was an exciting surprise. Even better when we introduced ourselves and stepped up to take a picture with them, and Jim Raynor's actor jokingly said, "If only I had met you before Kerrigan." XD We got to say hello to Sean, meet QXC, and play some matches in the LAN room. Unfortunately, J and I only stayed for nine hours (what else would we have done with that time?) before my poor, overstimulated brain started giving out on me.

*****

Spending fun-filled weekends with J gives me such a high. But now that he's back in SD, I can't help feeling a little empty. It's more than just about missing him though. Now that he's gone, I have no choice but to return to reality, and honestly reality's been on the boring side lately. He's kind of like my drug. I think moving in together would solve this, but I have a few hurdles to jump before that can happen. Like finding work in SoCal.

My copy of SC2 is currently in Santa Fe Springs, CA! Hurry up and get here already!

here, there, everywhere

Waiting for J to finish his business in downtown so I can meet him for dinner. Feeling pretty restless. Played Wii tennis for the first time yesterday and woke up sore from it. Haha, apparently I was treating it a little too much like real tennis. Seriously though, I've sunk to an all-time low if a Wii game has given me a workout...

Currently reading Anna Karenina and not certain whether I like it yet. I'm less than a third of the way finished, but still not very much has happened. I want to see more scandal! XD

paranoia

I couldn't tell you when it started to happen, but as I got older I started getting a lot more paranoid. Some of the things I do are common sense, like checking over my shoulder when I'm walking alone, keeping my purse tucked tight under my arm (if it has a shoulder strap, then I wear that across my body), and never carrying more cash/cards than necessary.

It's when darkness falls that my paranoia spills over into borderline-crazy territory. The wall of my room that separates me from the outside is also what makes me feel so exposed to it. I keep the window up just to let in some air at night, but then the leaves in the alley rustle and sometimes I swear they start to crunch as if someone's stepping on them. Most likely it's just a stray cat or something, but still.

Several nights ago, just when I began to drift off, I thought I heard a noise in the living room and then footsteps outside my door. I bolted up and strained to listen, then convinced myself that it was nothing but couldn't shake the unease. I spent a couple minutes laying in bed deliberating over what course of action to take should it turn out that there was an intruder and cursed myself for not keeping something with lethal potential in my room. As it turns out, the noises just came from one of my parents getting up to pee.

I blame this whole episode of heightened freaking out on another incident that occurred a few days prior, where my land line was tied up for at least half an hour by an unknown caller. I picked up the first few times, but gave up on that when the other end only remained silent every time. Nevertheless, my mind went into horror movie mode and I started looking out all the windows to see if someone could be watching me. I finally had to unplug the line when I got tired of hearing the phone ring. Do people still actually do prank calls? But that also begs the question of why we still have a land line. Hmm.

In sum, I seem to be rather fond of self-induced heart attacks.

wet dreams

Last night gifted me with some really intense sex dreams, involving someone tall, dark and presumably handsome. I actually can't recall what he looked like because his face was lost to the transitional blackout as my mind moved to the next dream...and this all sounds like a drunken hookup now that I think about it.

It was a welcome deviation from what my subconscious has been giving me lately. Most of the time, my dreams aren't based off anything that happened to me during the day, but I do have an idea of what might have been responsible for planting that particular seed in my subconscious.

Naughty fanfics + Hormones + Sexually Deprived = Mind-blowing sex dreams

And for the first time in two weeks, I woke up to a cool breeze and overcast weather, as opposed to stifling heat and blinding sunlight. J calls me a vampire and I don't bother to deny it. But come on, mild weather & hot consensual sex or extreme heat & pirate rape? I wish everyday could be 70 degrees.

Unless one of these two is the pirate in question.

not-so-sweet dreams

I'm going to blame the heat for giving me dreams of the fucked up variety every single night of this past week. The following are some highlights from the more recent ones:

#1: Heading out to sea in a little rowboat and preparing to dive down to the seafloor to retrieve what must conceivably be something very valuable. Seems I was invincible or something because I was wasn't worried at all about the crushing pressure at those depths. And a breathing apparatus would've been superfluous because I was going to grow gills once I hit the water. Harry Potter, anyone?

#2: Getting my dance on at a club. Almost got in a fight with a heavily made-up tranny for kissing J, but got into an argument with a friend instead for introducing the tranny to him. lol wat?

#3: Getting violated by a PIRATE but having no recollection of it within the dream. I have no explanation for this but am glad there was no traumatic material to haunt me even after waking.

#4: Sitting in a room with a few people, a little confused as to where I am. I turn to my left and find Sasuke staring at me. And somehow I know he is intending to kill me. I can't remember if he succeeded or not. WTF.

That last one was probably inspired by a trailer for FF13 Versus I watched earlier that day.


I bring this up because, don't you think Sasuke and Noctis look alike?


Older Sasuke by Annie Hill on deviant art

It's too bad Sasuke has gone to the dark side. And it's going to be a while before FF13 Versus comes out, if it ever does. I'd rather dream about them violating me than pirates any day, if I had a choice in the matter...