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Hahaha... you think I mean the adventures of someone with a venereal disease, don't you? NO! I meant Valentine's Day adventures. Sucker. You fell for my fiendish trick that's not really all that fiendish or much of a trick since I explain what I did a sentence below my subject where you can see it right away. But still! I feel nerdy triumphant. If you're curious why I'm up this early, no I'm not suffering from insomnia again. I did sleep last night. Somewhat. But I have my second interview with St. Louis Arc at 10 am and thus I am awake.
Moving on!
Even if you hate romance and Hallmark's interpretation of it you'd have to be pretty dense not to know that yesterday was Valentine's Day. I have spoke many times in here of my lame contradiction of being a somewhat standoffish looking butch lesbian who secretly worships the world of girly ass romance. Man, do I suck. lol. I do like the concept of Valentine's Day. It's really nice to set aside a special day and devote that to the person you love. Though the way it's become a sort of commercialized ritual of just buying your woman candy and flowers and taking her out to dinner like it's an obligation you simply must fulfill is retarded as hell. Since I like the concept of the holiday I try to do something fairly special for Valentine's Day if I have a girlfriend. But I tend to like to do stuff that's not the traditional crap above that I loathe. The candy, flowers, dinner, and just stupid fluff crap that's meaningless and doesn't even begin to appreciate a deep friendship with someone much less a romance. And yeah, that was stupid of me to semi-rant on that. Sorry. It's my fucking romantic nerdy ass nature at fault. Which is what this post is about.
Despite being a fucking nerdy ass romantic I also exist in the real world and thus, the real world made it so both Michi and I had to go classes and work yesterday. I also had an interview for one of the life skills counseling positions I applied to in between all this fucking flurry of activity. But Michi had to be on campus until four but she had an hour long gap in between classes so I headed over there with a picnic basket lunch. That's something that I tend to do quite a lot but I tried to make it more special, and that's so not fucking correct in grammar but whatever, by putting in foods I know she loves that are hard to get. Earlier in the week I ventured to several different Asian markets and picked up stuff to make a nice mini meal since neither of us like to eat really large lunches. Junk like Angry Boy Brown Ale, which is Michi's favorite kind of Japanese beer, Zong Zi dumplings, meat potato Korokke, and I got this candy she really likes, these Cinnamon Mints by Hiya and okay... Hiya has the funniest fucking page ever for these mints. I love their theme music and thus I link it now.
http://www.hiyamints.com
Dude! Come on, that's a hilarious song. "Hiya! Hiya! You say Hiya Hiya! [whispers dramatically] Mints, mints. Hiya Hiya! [weird ass wailing] You say Hiya Hiya! [whispers dramatically fade] Mints, mints." Bwahaha. It's great.
I should record that shit with WireTap Pro and put it on my iPod as my new alarm wake up song. The only thing that's greater are these covers of the Facts of Life theme song by the bands Belvedere and Hate Dept. The one by Belvedere is typical great punk cover and is hilarious and super energetic but I sort of dig the Hate Dept cover more. It's way mellow and angsty. lol. I totally started giggling when I listened to it. lol. I think I might have to link those covers later. They did inspire me to make a Jo/Blair romantic avatar.
All right, now I get back onto my lame topic. So I had tons of Michi's favorite foods in the picnic basket and she got all happy about that. Then she got strangely sad and mentioned the fact that I didn't appear on campus in my roller skates and started quizzing me on was I not interested in Roller Derby anymore because I seemed to be having fun with my skating and going to the roller rink blah blah. I told her that I just didn't think it would be properly romantic for me to go whizzing into the economics department on skates for Valentine's Day. Plus I'm actually getting stupid serious about my skating and I don't want to use my Grey Ghost skates for outdoor skating anymore since they're meant for indoor speed skating at rinks. She looked even more suspiciously and strangely relieved and happy at this. We ate the food I packed and shared a beer.
Yeah, yeah, we were wussies and only drank half each of just a single beer, plus one soda each, but she had to go back to class in one hour and I had to go to my boss and help her out with getting the bar and restaurant ready for the night so we shouldn't have even tried to attempt to booze it up. Although we both have fairly good tolerance and easily could have drank one beer each without a buzz so that's not really attempting anything. But whatever! We drank our beer and ate the various weird tiny ass Asian buffet of foods I got, did some kissing after I pulled out my trusty Altoids gum for us to chew then I we went our separate ways, planning to hang out for a minimal half an hour before I left for my 6-10 pm class at Sanford Brown. And if you don't chew Altoids gum you really should because I've yet to encounter anything that's better at making your breath fucking minty fresh in blistering seconds. Fucking stuff kicks ass and manages to somewhat ease my neverending bad breath paranoia. What, dude? Having bad breath is fucking horrible. I hate the idea of suffering from it and thus I battle it with the mighty Altoids gum!
Hah. That makes it sound like a superhero gum product or something. But it is a curiously strong gum and everyone should partake of it.
Since I tend to set my own hours with bartending and I don't technically work for any one bar or restaurant I took tonight off to spend with Michi but unfortunately, I still had to go to class. I couldn't skip since it's a required graduation class that only goes on for five sessions. In other words you don't show up, you don't graduate. Sucks ass. My day went like this, I worked at the bar in the morning, had my interview, went back to the bar in the afternoon, took that break to visit Michi, then back to the bar for an hour or so before going over to Michi's apartment to hang out for a little and then I was off to school. Yeah. I drive a lot. My gas bill makes me weep. I got home at around 10:30 pm and when I walk in the first thing I notice is that Vlad and Missy are nowhere to be seen, which means they were already in the study, sleeping away in their crates for the night. Then I notice Michi's hiding a big ass box behind her back and is holding the remote to her stereo. She clicks on the remote and the cover of I Touch Myself by Saucy Monky is playing, that's a band I got into because of Sulky, and I fucking crack up. But I should maybe explain why I crack up besides the fact it's that song playing.
Late one night I went on this hyper and warped ode to the song I Touch Myself that lasted for almost an hour and detailed how I thought it would be the funniest thing ever to play that song at some super significant romantic moment in your relationship and try to make it all serious and mushy. Which is precisely what Michi decided to do here. I don't tend to emphasize my feelings for my gf on here because, I dunno, it seems lame to mention I'm super in love with her every time I talk about her because you stupid fuckers should know that from how I speak about her. Or at least I hope how I talk about her expresses that. Whatever though. But moments like that?
Nic.Is.So.Girly.In.Love
I mean, come on! That's hilarious and cute and sweet and how the fuck did she remember because I talked about this shit at least six months ago? Anyway. Saucy Monky plays and Michi grins and whips out the big box from behind her back, revealing it to be a pair of outdoor quad roller skates. That was the reason she was quizzing me about giving up on skating when I showed up sans skates with our lunch. Then she tries to say all breathy dramatic, "You're the sun who makes me shine. When you're around I'm always laughing. I'm glad you're mine." And then we made out because I found that even more fucking romantic because I'm sad. lol. But it was fun and I enjoy making out with Michi because she's quite good at it. Which is nice because I really love kissing. I think in some fucked up way I like kissing more than actual sex at times.
We finish making out and have the dinner that she cooked as we keep listening to the mix cd Michi made for the occasion which is filled with hilarious romantic songs. Covers of other classic romance songs and even some of the more overdramatic but enjoyable real ones. Examples? Can't Get Enough Of Your Love, Babe by Barry White, Tearing Up My Heart by N Sync, and Must Be Crazy For Me by Melissa Etheridge. The last song Michi said had to be in there because lesbians should try to listen to at least one of their singers if they're to properly celebrate Valentine's Day in a romantic fashion. Plus it's apparently the only song by Melissa that's romantic and not depressing. lol. I had no idea but I don't have her recollection for the song catalog of Melissa, Ms. Etheridge if you're a homophobe.
The rest of the night was kind of boring, I guess. We didn't go out and spent it in the apartment making out, listening to music, and dancing while we had fucked up but fun meandering conversations. Such as the fact that we're so goddamn fucking lame in our charade of trying to act all sarcastic and droll lesbians but turn into stupid ass romantics behind closed doors and sometimes quite sadly in front of our friends. I told Michi if we were to truly be at our peak of experiencing lame romantic couplehood we would need a ship name like all the fandom power couples have. Dana/Alice = Danish, Helena/Alice = Helacious, and so on. We tossed out several ideas and here are some of them:
Niche, Miffed, Nippy, Milieu, Nifty, and Mincing. We seriously wasted probably a half an hour discussing all the possible ship names we could have. One of the more horrible suggestions was Mildew. I came up with that one. But Michi was responsible for Minutiae. That's horrible too! lol. But nowhere as bad as Mildew, I must admit. Eventually we decided that the ultimate ship name for us would have to be Mischievous and that was that.
Not really. But in terms of that conversation it was. Though that is that in terms of this post being done with because I'm not providing further details of the night. While I do write detailed sex scenes that are sort of pornesque in my fanfics you pervs aren't getting shit out of me when it comes to my actual sex life. So deal. lol. But I will link some of the stupid songs I mentioned in this post for you! Enjoy the songs but please, try to keep the mockery of myself and the gf to a minimum for us being as lame as we are. lol. We can't seem to help it.
And honestly, I don't know why I typed all of this out. It seems stupid to be sharing this crap with random people who probably don't care but all the same I have this weird fondness for just writing this stuff out now. So, you know, basically... uhmm. I don't care if this post entertains you! rofl. Wait. Do I care if any of my posts fucking entertain you? Hmm. It's doubtful. But whatever. Here are a couple of those songs that I was talking about earlier:
Facts of Life (Cover) by Belvedere:
http://s52.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=0OJH5WJX9BC839MYVLMJZM9XZ
Facts of Life (Cover) by Hate Dept:
http://s52.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=2JO8WW1YEF5W13R2PLZY51XN1A
Hiya Mints Theme:
http://s52.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=1ED8ECLO0VEMH0626X1FHUDWPK
I Touch Myself (Cover) by Saucy Monky:
http://s52.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=3EYSOCS2JN2530TWW8DTA8ML7S
Moving on!
Even if you hate romance and Hallmark's interpretation of it you'd have to be pretty dense not to know that yesterday was Valentine's Day. I have spoke many times in here of my lame contradiction of being a somewhat standoffish looking butch lesbian who secretly worships the world of girly ass romance. Man, do I suck. lol. I do like the concept of Valentine's Day. It's really nice to set aside a special day and devote that to the person you love. Though the way it's become a sort of commercialized ritual of just buying your woman candy and flowers and taking her out to dinner like it's an obligation you simply must fulfill is retarded as hell. Since I like the concept of the holiday I try to do something fairly special for Valentine's Day if I have a girlfriend. But I tend to like to do stuff that's not the traditional crap above that I loathe. The candy, flowers, dinner, and just stupid fluff crap that's meaningless and doesn't even begin to appreciate a deep friendship with someone much less a romance. And yeah, that was stupid of me to semi-rant on that. Sorry. It's my fucking romantic nerdy ass nature at fault. Which is what this post is about.
Despite being a fucking nerdy ass romantic I also exist in the real world and thus, the real world made it so both Michi and I had to go classes and work yesterday. I also had an interview for one of the life skills counseling positions I applied to in between all this fucking flurry of activity. But Michi had to be on campus until four but she had an hour long gap in between classes so I headed over there with a picnic basket lunch. That's something that I tend to do quite a lot but I tried to make it more special, and that's so not fucking correct in grammar but whatever, by putting in foods I know she loves that are hard to get. Earlier in the week I ventured to several different Asian markets and picked up stuff to make a nice mini meal since neither of us like to eat really large lunches. Junk like Angry Boy Brown Ale, which is Michi's favorite kind of Japanese beer, Zong Zi dumplings, meat potato Korokke, and I got this candy she really likes, these Cinnamon Mints by Hiya and okay... Hiya has the funniest fucking page ever for these mints. I love their theme music and thus I link it now.
http://www.hiyamints.com
Dude! Come on, that's a hilarious song. "Hiya! Hiya! You say Hiya Hiya! [whispers dramatically] Mints, mints. Hiya Hiya! [weird ass wailing] You say Hiya Hiya! [whispers dramatically fade] Mints, mints." Bwahaha. It's great.
I should record that shit with WireTap Pro and put it on my iPod as my new alarm wake up song. The only thing that's greater are these covers of the Facts of Life theme song by the bands Belvedere and Hate Dept. The one by Belvedere is typical great punk cover and is hilarious and super energetic but I sort of dig the Hate Dept cover more. It's way mellow and angsty. lol. I totally started giggling when I listened to it. lol. I think I might have to link those covers later. They did inspire me to make a Jo/Blair romantic avatar.
All right, now I get back onto my lame topic. So I had tons of Michi's favorite foods in the picnic basket and she got all happy about that. Then she got strangely sad and mentioned the fact that I didn't appear on campus in my roller skates and started quizzing me on was I not interested in Roller Derby anymore because I seemed to be having fun with my skating and going to the roller rink blah blah. I told her that I just didn't think it would be properly romantic for me to go whizzing into the economics department on skates for Valentine's Day. Plus I'm actually getting stupid serious about my skating and I don't want to use my Grey Ghost skates for outdoor skating anymore since they're meant for indoor speed skating at rinks. She looked even more suspiciously and strangely relieved and happy at this. We ate the food I packed and shared a beer.
Yeah, yeah, we were wussies and only drank half each of just a single beer, plus one soda each, but she had to go back to class in one hour and I had to go to my boss and help her out with getting the bar and restaurant ready for the night so we shouldn't have even tried to attempt to booze it up. Although we both have fairly good tolerance and easily could have drank one beer each without a buzz so that's not really attempting anything. But whatever! We drank our beer and ate the various weird tiny ass Asian buffet of foods I got, did some kissing after I pulled out my trusty Altoids gum for us to chew then I we went our separate ways, planning to hang out for a minimal half an hour before I left for my 6-10 pm class at Sanford Brown. And if you don't chew Altoids gum you really should because I've yet to encounter anything that's better at making your breath fucking minty fresh in blistering seconds. Fucking stuff kicks ass and manages to somewhat ease my neverending bad breath paranoia. What, dude? Having bad breath is fucking horrible. I hate the idea of suffering from it and thus I battle it with the mighty Altoids gum!
Hah. That makes it sound like a superhero gum product or something. But it is a curiously strong gum and everyone should partake of it.
Since I tend to set my own hours with bartending and I don't technically work for any one bar or restaurant I took tonight off to spend with Michi but unfortunately, I still had to go to class. I couldn't skip since it's a required graduation class that only goes on for five sessions. In other words you don't show up, you don't graduate. Sucks ass. My day went like this, I worked at the bar in the morning, had my interview, went back to the bar in the afternoon, took that break to visit Michi, then back to the bar for an hour or so before going over to Michi's apartment to hang out for a little and then I was off to school. Yeah. I drive a lot. My gas bill makes me weep. I got home at around 10:30 pm and when I walk in the first thing I notice is that Vlad and Missy are nowhere to be seen, which means they were already in the study, sleeping away in their crates for the night. Then I notice Michi's hiding a big ass box behind her back and is holding the remote to her stereo. She clicks on the remote and the cover of I Touch Myself by Saucy Monky is playing, that's a band I got into because of Sulky, and I fucking crack up. But I should maybe explain why I crack up besides the fact it's that song playing.
Late one night I went on this hyper and warped ode to the song I Touch Myself that lasted for almost an hour and detailed how I thought it would be the funniest thing ever to play that song at some super significant romantic moment in your relationship and try to make it all serious and mushy. Which is precisely what Michi decided to do here. I don't tend to emphasize my feelings for my gf on here because, I dunno, it seems lame to mention I'm super in love with her every time I talk about her because you stupid fuckers should know that from how I speak about her. Or at least I hope how I talk about her expresses that. Whatever though. But moments like that?
I mean, come on! That's hilarious and cute and sweet and how the fuck did she remember because I talked about this shit at least six months ago? Anyway. Saucy Monky plays and Michi grins and whips out the big box from behind her back, revealing it to be a pair of outdoor quad roller skates. That was the reason she was quizzing me about giving up on skating when I showed up sans skates with our lunch. Then she tries to say all breathy dramatic, "You're the sun who makes me shine. When you're around I'm always laughing. I'm glad you're mine." And then we made out because I found that even more fucking romantic because I'm sad. lol. But it was fun and I enjoy making out with Michi because she's quite good at it. Which is nice because I really love kissing. I think in some fucked up way I like kissing more than actual sex at times.
We finish making out and have the dinner that she cooked as we keep listening to the mix cd Michi made for the occasion which is filled with hilarious romantic songs. Covers of other classic romance songs and even some of the more overdramatic but enjoyable real ones. Examples? Can't Get Enough Of Your Love, Babe by Barry White, Tearing Up My Heart by N Sync, and Must Be Crazy For Me by Melissa Etheridge. The last song Michi said had to be in there because lesbians should try to listen to at least one of their singers if they're to properly celebrate Valentine's Day in a romantic fashion. Plus it's apparently the only song by Melissa that's romantic and not depressing. lol. I had no idea but I don't have her recollection for the song catalog of Melissa, Ms. Etheridge if you're a homophobe.
The rest of the night was kind of boring, I guess. We didn't go out and spent it in the apartment making out, listening to music, and dancing while we had fucked up but fun meandering conversations. Such as the fact that we're so goddamn fucking lame in our charade of trying to act all sarcastic and droll lesbians but turn into stupid ass romantics behind closed doors and sometimes quite sadly in front of our friends. I told Michi if we were to truly be at our peak of experiencing lame romantic couplehood we would need a ship name like all the fandom power couples have. Dana/Alice = Danish, Helena/Alice = Helacious, and so on. We tossed out several ideas and here are some of them:
Niche, Miffed, Nippy, Milieu, Nifty, and Mincing. We seriously wasted probably a half an hour discussing all the possible ship names we could have. One of the more horrible suggestions was Mildew. I came up with that one. But Michi was responsible for Minutiae. That's horrible too! lol. But nowhere as bad as Mildew, I must admit. Eventually we decided that the ultimate ship name for us would have to be Mischievous and that was that.
Not really. But in terms of that conversation it was. Though that is that in terms of this post being done with because I'm not providing further details of the night. While I do write detailed sex scenes that are sort of pornesque in my fanfics you pervs aren't getting shit out of me when it comes to my actual sex life. So deal. lol. But I will link some of the stupid songs I mentioned in this post for you! Enjoy the songs but please, try to keep the mockery of myself and the gf to a minimum for us being as lame as we are. lol. We can't seem to help it.
And honestly, I don't know why I typed all of this out. It seems stupid to be sharing this crap with random people who probably don't care but all the same I have this weird fondness for just writing this stuff out now. So, you know, basically... uhmm. I don't care if this post entertains you! rofl. Wait. Do I care if any of my posts fucking entertain you? Hmm. It's doubtful. But whatever. Here are a couple of those songs that I was talking about earlier:
Facts of Life (Cover) by Belvedere:
http://s52.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=0OJH5WJX9BC839MYVLMJZM9XZ
Facts of Life (Cover) by Hate Dept:
http://s52.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=2JO8WW1YEF5W13R2PLZY51XN1A
Hiya Mints Theme:
http://s52.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=1ED8ECLO0VEMH0626X1FHUDWPK
I Touch Myself (Cover) by Saucy Monky:
http://s52.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=3EYSOCS2JN2530TWW8DTA8ML7S
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And sure, blame me for making you late to class. Admit it! You just don't want to hear other lawyers to be bitching and analyzing and theorizing and most of them being irritating and most of the irritating ones to be in a way that's not strangely appealing but instead whap to the head worthy. I dated law students! I know your seedy world! lol. My friend Jake is still bitching about the snow. Poor guy. Part of me thinks that the stress of traveling his usual route to his job in Times Square and dealing with snow has his mind warped into thinking if it actually touches him he's going to end up melting. He did confess to me he had a sudden flash of the Wicked Witch of The West and then another flash to Wicked and Elphaba singing No Good Deed.
Now I'm snickering as I hear Elphaba's fabulous yell at the start of that number. Good stuff. I'm glad you did find this post amusing. I was afraid it was too lame in it's worship of dork romance. lol. Plus it's really weirdly detailed in my personal life.
Happy VD!
Lol, you should put the mint theme as your ringtone.
Cheers
Kel w/o LJ
Re: Happy VD!