emo tiem

Nov. 4th, 2009 09:57 pm
hobbit_feets: (lotr || will you look into the mirror?)
I have been irrationally lonely of late, and I don't know why.  I mean, it's sort of... after class gets out, I don't really have anything to do but go home.  People are busy, and campus is so big that hanging about it doesn't really ever result in running into somebody I know, so I just... have to fill time by myself.  And usually I'm fine with this, but lately it's just been like this horrible, huge thing weighing me down.  That I'm always by myself, and that I somehow don't have the skills to make new friends so as to not always be by myself.

Bah.

emo tiem

Nov. 4th, 2009 09:57 pm
hobbit_feets: (lotr || will you look into the mirror?)
I have been irrationally lonely of late, and I don't know why.  I mean, it's sort of... after class gets out, I don't really have anything to do but go home.  People are busy, and campus is so big that hanging about it doesn't really ever result in running into somebody I know, so I just... have to fill time by myself.  And usually I'm fine with this, but lately it's just been like this horrible, huge thing weighing me down.  That I'm always by myself, and that I somehow don't have the skills to make new friends so as to not always be by myself.

Bah.
hobbit_feets: (Derisive Laughter)
Hum.  Mike and I snogged again.  It was rather lovely, and this time did not involve any awkwardness.  I feel like perhaps I ought to feel bad, considering the way he treated me last time, but I don't.  I initiated it, I'm cool with it.  Hopefully, he is too.

On another note, this song- 'Walking in the Air'- is the most ridiculously fucking gorgeous thing ever.  If any of you are familiar with the short Christmas film, The Snowman, it's the song played when James and the eponymous Snowman are flying to the Arctic.  Just... this gorgeous boy soprano, so fantastically pure and high and... guh.  And he's a rather lovely lilt of a Welsh accent to him as well.  Search it out, if you can find it.  Fucking beautiful.

I am at the moment rp'ing Bertie Wooster with Captain Jack Sparrow, and they're really getting on surprisingly well.  There will be sex, of course. 
hobbit_feets: (Derisive Laughter)
Hum.  Mike and I snogged again.  It was rather lovely, and this time did not involve any awkwardness.  I feel like perhaps I ought to feel bad, considering the way he treated me last time, but I don't.  I initiated it, I'm cool with it.  Hopefully, he is too.

On another note, this song- 'Walking in the Air'- is the most ridiculously fucking gorgeous thing ever.  If any of you are familiar with the short Christmas film, The Snowman, it's the song played when James and the eponymous Snowman are flying to the Arctic.  Just... this gorgeous boy soprano, so fantastically pure and high and... guh.  And he's a rather lovely lilt of a Welsh accent to him as well.  Search it out, if you can find it.  Fucking beautiful.

I am at the moment rp'ing Bertie Wooster with Captain Jack Sparrow, and they're really getting on surprisingly well.  There will be sex, of course. 
hobbit_feets: (Boromir)
Dear Barrett,

You are not allowed to be jealous and possessive of people you are not in a relationship with.  It's creepy and illogical.   If he wants to talk to attractive young girls who wave their attraction to him like a brightly-coloured, skanky flag, then he is perfectly free to do so.  Even when you can hear them using the flirty giggle on him.

Ta very much,

Your Brain
hobbit_feets: (Boromir)
Dear Barrett,

You are not allowed to be jealous and possessive of people you are not in a relationship with.  It's creepy and illogical.   If he wants to talk to attractive young girls who wave their attraction to him like a brightly-coloured, skanky flag, then he is perfectly free to do so.  Even when you can hear them using the flirty giggle on him.

Ta very much,

Your Brain
hobbit_feets: (Chris and Sue)
'You know me better than most.'

'Well, I dunno, I suppose-'

'You know me better than most because you pay attention.'

What a marvellous thing to hear, that.  And it is quite true, really; I watch and I observe and I soak things up.  I don't necessarily talk about it, but I do pay attention to most everything.  But, you know, one never expects the subject of one's observation to really notice, and it's weirdly wonderful to know that they do.  I suppose because it shows a certain level of them paying attention to you as well, which is always flattering, especially when it's someone you admire, and indeed the object of one's unrequited affections. 
hobbit_feets: (Chris and Sue)
'You know me better than most.'

'Well, I dunno, I suppose-'

'You know me better than most because you pay attention.'

What a marvellous thing to hear, that.  And it is quite true, really; I watch and I observe and I soak things up.  I don't necessarily talk about it, but I do pay attention to most everything.  But, you know, one never expects the subject of one's observation to really notice, and it's weirdly wonderful to know that they do.  I suppose because it shows a certain level of them paying attention to you as well, which is always flattering, especially when it's someone you admire, and indeed the object of one's unrequited affections. 
hobbit_feets: (Kiss and Swallow)
Fuck me, but I've gone all emo; all I want to do is lie in bed and not think.   Just... sleep for a few days and listen to IAMX in my spare hours of wakefulness.  This is definitely not on; I cannot allow myself to succumb to the emo-osity.  I shall take a shower and then come back and devote meself to my homework.  Possibly have some chocolate, possibly some cranberry juice.  Hmm.  Yes. 

At some point I shall have to talk to Mike, of course.  Well, bollocks to him; I'll leave that up to him; if he wants to talk to me, he can do so; these are issues that he's having, not me.  I'll be perfectly pleasant to him, of course; my attitude towards him shall not change a whit; but if he wants to discuss things, that's his prerogative. 

He'd bloody better, that's all.
hobbit_feets: (Kiss and Swallow)
Fuck me, but I've gone all emo; all I want to do is lie in bed and not think.   Just... sleep for a few days and listen to IAMX in my spare hours of wakefulness.  This is definitely not on; I cannot allow myself to succumb to the emo-osity.  I shall take a shower and then come back and devote meself to my homework.  Possibly have some chocolate, possibly some cranberry juice.  Hmm.  Yes. 

At some point I shall have to talk to Mike, of course.  Well, bollocks to him; I'll leave that up to him; if he wants to talk to me, he can do so; these are issues that he's having, not me.  I'll be perfectly pleasant to him, of course; my attitude towards him shall not change a whit; but if he wants to discuss things, that's his prerogative. 

He'd bloody better, that's all.
hobbit_feets: (Baby's On Fire)
'This is too uncomfortable right now, I'm sorry.'

The fuck is that supposed to mean?  Is that a rejection, a postponement, what?  I don't know how I feel right now...
hobbit_feets: (Baby's On Fire)
'This is too uncomfortable right now, I'm sorry.'

The fuck is that supposed to mean?  Is that a rejection, a postponement, what?  I don't know how I feel right now...
hobbit_feets: (Bound)
I'm going off to college in a day, and I'm fucking scared.  Absolutely bloody terrified.  Why, I couldn't say.  I'm just being insanely emotional and mood-swingy today, and I'm bleeding tired of it.  I don't want to break down and cry in my room because I'm going away one moment, and the next moment be glad of it.  A little stability would not go amiss...

Berni, I love you.

Emily, Bridget, Kat, Trina, all of you- [info]truly_bohemian and [profile] rei_jaganshiand all my f'list whom I don't actually know- you too.  I'm emotional right now and gods I love you all.
hobbit_feets: (Bound)
I'm going off to college in a day, and I'm fucking scared.  Absolutely bloody terrified.  Why, I couldn't say.  I'm just being insanely emotional and mood-swingy today, and I'm bleeding tired of it.  I don't want to break down and cry in my room because I'm going away one moment, and the next moment be glad of it.  A little stability would not go amiss...

Berni, I love you.

Emily, Bridget, Kat, Trina, all of you- [info]truly_bohemian and [profile] rei_jaganshiand all my f'list whom I don't actually know- you too.  I'm emotional right now and gods I love you all.
hobbit_feets: (Bound)
I am sitting in front of my computer, reading the most angsty and unhappy Stephen/Hugh fics I can find, and crying.  Why I am doing this I could not say- today was a wonderful, wonderful day; the play opened and went brilliantly and people loved my scene and laughed and actually understood the netspeak, and Tony gave me a sword.  Or temporarily leant me a sword until we can figure out payment.  I had a cheap burger and Cajun fries at the Groveland Tap afterwards with my parents.  It's cool and wet and misty out.  Everything is very good today, but for some reason, I am sitting here with tears pouring down my face, torturing myself with angsty Stugh, which I almost never read because I cannot stand imagining those two beautiful, wonderful, amazing men unhappy.  

I must be insane.

P.S.- this is a very good song, however; I'd recommend it.  It makes me want to dance.  Even though I'm crying.

P.P.S- Go read this and give me a gushing review, make me smile a bit. *blushes*  I'm terribly sorry, I'm being rather inexcusable.  But this is my latest fic; Jeeves and Wooster and very smutty.  Mmm.

http://community.livejournal.com/fryandorlaurie/331330.html
hobbit_feets: (Bound)
I am sitting in front of my computer, reading the most angsty and unhappy Stephen/Hugh fics I can find, and crying.  Why I am doing this I could not say- today was a wonderful, wonderful day; the play opened and went brilliantly and people loved my scene and laughed and actually understood the netspeak, and Tony gave me a sword.  Or temporarily leant me a sword until we can figure out payment.  I had a cheap burger and Cajun fries at the Groveland Tap afterwards with my parents.  It's cool and wet and misty out.  Everything is very good today, but for some reason, I am sitting here with tears pouring down my face, torturing myself with angsty Stugh, which I almost never read because I cannot stand imagining those two beautiful, wonderful, amazing men unhappy.  

I must be insane.

P.S.- this is a very good song, however; I'd recommend it.  It makes me want to dance.  Even though I'm crying.

P.P.S- Go read this and give me a gushing review, make me smile a bit. *blushes*  I'm terribly sorry, I'm being rather inexcusable.  But this is my latest fic; Jeeves and Wooster and very smutty.  Mmm.

http://community.livejournal.com/fryandorlaurie/331330.html
hobbit_feets: (Forever)
I have a date with Megan on Friday...

*jumps about and squeals ridiculously*

Fucking huzzah!
hobbit_feets: (Forever)
I have a date with Megan on Friday...

*jumps about and squeals ridiculously*

Fucking huzzah!
hobbit_feets: (Cool)
I haven't updated in over a month; what the bloody hell is wrong with me?!??!?  Alas.  Strange child am I.  In Yoda speak talking am I.  Why I know not.

Play opens on Friday.  We're fucked.  To put it bluntly.  Not me- I know my stuff; I've known my lines since the beginning of October; I know my cues; I'm good, but I can't do anything about anybody else, and that bothers me.  It bothers me intensely.  *shrugs*  But that's just how I am, I suppose.  Farrah has informed Gabe and I that we are to practise hugging before every rehearsal/performance, so that my attempted embrace will be less awkward.  Mmm.  It makes me laugh.  I certainly do not object., though.  Good gods, he smells even more delicious when you've got your face buried in his shoulder.  Pity the hug has to be a mother/son type hug.  But there we are; it would be somewhat awkward if Matt and Lucille were flirting onstage.  Incest and all that, y'know.  Damn the luck.

I swear to all that is holy, and some that is not, I want on that boy.  I want it so intensely it is just bloody unfair.  Why is he so ri-goddamn-diculously desirable?

hobbit_feets: (Cool)
I haven't updated in over a month; what the bloody hell is wrong with me?!??!?  Alas.  Strange child am I.  In Yoda speak talking am I.  Why I know not.

Play opens on Friday.  We're fucked.  To put it bluntly.  Not me- I know my stuff; I've known my lines since the beginning of October; I know my cues; I'm good, but I can't do anything about anybody else, and that bothers me.  It bothers me intensely.  *shrugs*  But that's just how I am, I suppose.  Farrah has informed Gabe and I that we are to practise hugging before every rehearsal/performance, so that my attempted embrace will be less awkward.  Mmm.  It makes me laugh.  I certainly do not object., though.  Good gods, he smells even more delicious when you've got your face buried in his shoulder.  Pity the hug has to be a mother/son type hug.  But there we are; it would be somewhat awkward if Matt and Lucille were flirting onstage.  Incest and all that, y'know.  Damn the luck.

I swear to all that is holy, and some that is not, I want on that boy.  I want it so intensely it is just bloody unfair.  Why is he so ri-goddamn-diculously desirable?

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