Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Looking for a sign...

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Saturday, June 25, 2005

"Even if a snake is not poisonous, it should pretend to be venomous."

I'm so I even shed skin.
I can't remember if its ok to help sunburned skin peel, or if you're supposed to leave it alone.

"One must always have one's boots on and be ready to go."

I tried calling him to thank him, but he didn't answer.
So I wore them out, and love them madly, and on the drive home tried calling him once again, and finally received an answer.

I thanked him profusely.
He asked that I wear them for him sometime.

I told him that I love them.
He asked me if I got his drunken email.

I did, but I told him it's far too late/early to discuss drunken confessions just now.

He's on his way to the train, to go home and visit the family.
I'm on my way to bed.

I can't help this song running through my mind...

"You keep saying you've got something for me.
something you call love, but confess.
You've been messin' where you shouldn't have been a messin'
and now someone else is gettin' all your best.

These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you."

Thursday, June 23, 2005

"If I am not worth the wooing, I am surely not worth the winning."

I come home, I am still sunburned, I have had my fill of crack,(red bull and vodka) I am chatting to a pretty boi.
Read email.
THE BOY'S team won the rowing contest today.
He emailed me from his phone, drunk at a pub.
The email said,

"wun!i rock!wee rock!arms have hurt-love you"

Not only is his grammer crap,
and I have no idea what the Hell 'arms have hurt' is about,
but it's the first time he's said he loves me, and he's obviously completely pissed.
Or perhaps he is sharing just how lovely a wee feels after standing in line at a pub to have a wee?

I don't know.

The Flurry is asleep on my bed, snoring.

This is my life :)

Monday, June 20, 2005

"It's possible that green just doesn't suit the Irish skin colour, which is generally pale blue."

I should know better.
It's not like I have not been blessed (cursed?) with the same skin tone my entire life.
I've delighted in being described as alabaster, or skin that was as sweet as milk.
And yet and still, without fail, I somehow seem to forget that I am not the type of gal that can go out in the sun without layers of shade, and much sunscreen.
I own parasols-I know, who actually carries parasols anymore-
I own sunscreen
I even use them most of the time.
For whatever reason, yesterday, I was at Venice beach, reading a book, laying on my stomach as Matt napped, and in a bikini.
I THOUGHT I had put on enough sunscreen. The breeze was actually chilly, and I had no idea how much damage was being done, until it was too late.
The damage only worsened as the evening wore on.
Skarlett no longer refers to, a similarity to Scarlett, or a hair color, or even an old DJ monikor.
Now it simply refers to a very painful, very hot (not in a good way), very stressed front pale girl who hopes her sunglass burned face, and her back heals well enough before she gets on the plane.

Tuesday, June 14, 2005

email from

Apparently Colin thinks I have big Texas hair-
I'll forgive him for that, because this email, and this site are so neat.

(I tried to draw a picture of The Flurry, and have learned I am crap when it comes to drawing with a mouse)


Monday, June 13, 2005

"Common sense, indeed! said the Rocket indignantly; you forget that I am very uncommon, and very remarkable."

'I have aquired two copies of the book, one for each of us, and would very much like permission to use one of your quotes.'

He's spending his grant money.
Not on my quote-
He's spending it in Dublin doing research for his lecture series.

The original grant was awarded for a paper he wrote, and he planned to use the award as funding to research his next paper, and for curriculum for the next year.
Now he has also been asked to lecture at some other universities, and this will mean even more financial reward for doing something he loves.

Can one be proud and jealous at the same time?

And I wish I was in Dublin at the moment.
Instead I am in LA, nursing an exhausting sunburn and learning how to load songs to my iPod.

I have to reply to his email asking what he wants to quote.
I have not even SEEN the published book, so I have no clue what made the final printing and what did not.

In addition to the part about the quote, he also wrote, 'What a vision you would be at the Ladies Club tea in your BarSlut shirt!'

This means he has been to my website today, and has viewed the pictures from Friday night.
No further comment on my "kissing problem", or mention of any of the other silliness that was captured by Saryn's camera.

He should not poke the badger :)
Now my mind is in overdrive trying to think of something sassy to wear with high shock value.

Friday, June 10, 2005

"Bless your little Irish heart and every other Irish part."

He's on his way to Dublin to spend a few days at Trinity.

Ah Trinity :)

It's where we met, and where we fell in lust.

Set the controls in the 'way back' machine to 4 years ago.

Everyone working on the project met at a very early, and very misty 7 a.m. at the front gate to Trinity College.
Introductions were made, backgrounds shared, schedules set, and a tour taken.
At the end of the day the group decided to head out for drinks and socializing.

I very distinctly remember calling home that first night and Jeff asking if I had met anyone fun. I told him about a quiet boy from Kent-who now worked at Oxford-that could be fun if he had any personality.

As last names would have it, two weeks later that shy boy from Kent and I were teamed together to head to Oxford to research the university portion of Oscar's writing career.

But back to the present-

He sent me an email before heading for the train that said he'd be thinking of me as he walked through the gate.

I hope he checks his mail while he is there.

I replied saying he should keep walking through the gate, across campus, out the west gate, make a left, and then straight on till Merrion Square.

That was my entire reply.


Because the day before we were set to leave for Oxford, he and I met for lunch, went for a walk, and to try to bond while I showed him Dublin.
After a couple of pints at lunch, shy boy started to become not so shy boy :)
Shy boy turned into smartass boy who was sort of sexy in a smart boy kind of way.

But back to Merrion Square-

It was there, across from the home Wilde was born in, next to the statue in the park, where I told him if he gave me a boost so I could climb up onto the statue, and lay my head in Wilde's lap, I'd thank him with a kiss.

Did he jump at the chance?
He asked if all Texas girls are so forward :)

Did he help me?
Of course he did.

Did I kiss him?
I slid off the statue with my natural lack of grace and skinned my shins and cut my knee-

Instead of kissing me, he helped me up (once he stopped laughing), hooked my arm over his shoulder, and we hobbled across the road, using my heavily bleeding knee as an excuse to get into the house, that was closed to the public.

After the caretaker showed me the WC and gave me a bandaid, he let us take a look around.

As I hopped up the stairs on one foot, laughing far too loud at myself and the silliness of it all, he stopped, came down two steps to meet me, and kissed me.

And it's my favorite first kiss I've ever received.

Monday, June 06, 2005

Lady Bracknell: Good afternoon, dear Algernon, I hope you are behaving very well.

Algernon: I’m feeling very well, Aunt Augusta.

Lady Bracknell: That’s not quite the same thing. In fact the two things rarely go together.

Wednesday, June 01, 2005

"Oh, dear no!" Wilde replied, "He was a peculiarly plain boy."

“Between you and Jeff, I’m feeling like quite the kissing bandit.” I said

“I’m not sure about Jeff, but I’m receiving no benefits of that what so ever.”

HE thinks I have a ‘kissing problem’.

Jeff thinks my argument that it not counting because I only kiss gay boys is a ‘typical’ girl response.

I’m frustrated.

The above conversation stems from a chat yesterday, after he had a peek at pix from Friday night’s funness.

While looking over the photos, which I felt were somewhat tamer than usual, he commented that I might have a ‘kissing problem’.

This is in part due to my desire to only kiss pretty gay boys, who I feel no fear of expectations from.

If they are gay, then I don’t have to worry about them mistaking my play as anything other than a silly time.

It’s been a way for someone who really enjoys kissing and making out, to get to do it without any clingy boys or icky relationship hassles.

But does that make it a problem?

Jeff pointed out that I don’t kiss gay boys I find unattractive to look at.

He also pointed out that I don’t kiss gay boys that I am not in some way attracted too- Be it personality, or fun factor, or whatever.

Does that make it a problem?

Then Jeff asked how I would feel if I found out that the HE in question was kissing boys.
That was the wrong question to ask me. Cute boys kissing eachother?

I didn’t see a problem with that at all.

So this morning, I brought up the subject again.
Not the subject of his kissing other boys, just the subject of my ‘problem’.

“I don’t see what the big deal is.” I say.
“The big deal is that you spend a lot of your time kissing!”
“Kissing is fun” I defend.
“Kissing is fun” he agreed.
“it’s just kissing-its meaningless-a kiss is nothing.” I say.
“is it meaningless that I find myself thinking about the next time I get to kiss you again?”


Sentimental, sweet hearted, bastard

So not all kisses are meaningless, and not all kisses mean nothing.

But some are, and some do.

Some things we do in life, just for the sheer pleasure of it.
If we’re not hurting anyone, if it’s between consenting adults, and no one is under any false conceptions.

Fun for the sake of fun.

After all, life is meant to be lived.
Do what makes you happy.
Don’t do what makes you unhappy.
Why live a life that makes you unhappy?

It’s like eating desert before dinner, going for a walk in the rain, or sharing an inside joke with a close friend.

Simple things make for simple joy, and kissing is one such thing.

Now I’m weighing-

Fun of meaningless makeout sessions with pretty gay boys
Ensuring a friend does not doubt

Maybe it’s a slow step kind of thing-

Like you can lead a cold turkey to water, but you can’t make out with it type of thing.