"My heart pumps out puppies and lollipops. Don't lie, you're jealous."
Well, damn. I let this thing go for a while, didn't I? I completely skipped out on another D&D session, finals, hanging out with alxias & Co., and seeing Tron. I guess I should talk about this stuff in a little more detail before spazzing about Christmas.
Here we go.
Ok. So. D&D. I chilled in a tavern and drank beer for a sizable amount of this adventure. There were werewolves. I failed at stealing from a store, but got a 21 to open a door I didn't really care about. There was a knight. Euris got the bartender angry at all of us. We may be waltzing into a trap. We're all very good at making people not like us. My character might be a lesbian. This is all very disjointed. I'm just typing this as I remember it, which happens not to be in chronological order. There were bandits.
...I could make that last paragraph make more sense, but fuck that noise. I got other shit to write about.
Finals. They weren't bad? I never know what to say about finals. And I've never liked talking about my grades. So this seems like a pointless thing to try to include. But they seem important so I'm mentioning them anyway.
Anyway, my dad came and got me to go to Grafton at around 9:30AM on Friday. I got home at around 4:30 or something, only to get a call from Justin saying, "Oh so we're all going out to Pancoast's apartment tonight, you should totally come so I can drunkenly grope you," but not in those words. But it's totally what he meant. So I grabbed a sandwich and he picked me up in his goddamn terrifying Jeep which was marginally less terrifying to drive in the snow than Michael's Focus. The Focus was a generally bad idea all around and had difficulty getting out of Ally's driveway.
We made it out to Pancoast's without too much incident only to find that he wasn't there. But Spork was, so she let us in and gave us Smirnoff. Because the entire point of this get-together actually was to drink. Pancoast showed up after a while and busted out the wine 'cause we're classy motherfuckers that drink wine out of long-stemmed wine glass. And then wash out the nasty taste with beer. No, I don't really understand it either, but that's what ended up happening.
Then the guys went on a pizza run. Me, Spork, and Ally ended up topless. It was in a much more platonic way than I would have preferred (i can has pretty girls plz?). When the guys came back, they brought Dan. He's a fur they know that lives in the area. He was surprisingly chill about three chicks without shirts. I like him. He brought Munchkin. Michael may have won. I think I was on my sixth drink at that point plus I'm kind of ADD sober.
I got back home at 6:00AM. My dad was just waking up. I mumbled a "no, I just wanted my blanket" before going upstairs and passing the fuck out.
The following Sunday was THE DOUGHERTY FAMILY CHRISTMAS. I forgot how much I love that side of the family. Every time we get together, I realize this is where my weird genes come from. I got a tissue box full of ties (eight of them) tied together so I had to pull them out magician style. Also pink and purple hair dye. And a flannel shirt (comfy comfy). Magnificent food.
Tuesday, I saw Tron: Legacy with japanesejunkie, Carolina, and Mary. Good times. I strongly approve. Daft Punk is awesome. They made a cameo. Zeus was ridiculous. It was pretty.
And now it's Christmas. I got 13 horror flicks of questionable quality (they all came from the $5 bin and 12 of them are on "collection" DVDs), a shitton of popcorn (to go with the movies), popcorn boxes (to go with the popcorn), a Kingdom Hearts robe (it's so fluffy), a travel mug (so I too can get pretentious espresso drinks in an environmentally friendly cup), a ring holder (for all my rings), a glass ring (it's orange), a luggage tag (so when I lose my shit, I can get it back), some button up shirts (one is shiny), chapstick (because my lips are chapped), some pants (I always need more pants), a toothbrush (it's tradition), some candy (counteracted by the toothbrush), a red and green Slinky (to go with my Halloween one), Epic Mickey (although Mickey's always epic), and a dangly necklace (because I need more things to choke myself with).
Yes. That is all one sentence, and no, I'm not fixing it. Fuck you, English language.
WHAT IS THAT TAPPING NOISE. IT SOUNDS LIKE SOMEONE'S POKING MY WINDOW. I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE BUT STOP IT. IF YOU MUST WATCH ME IN MY ROOM, DO SO QUIETLY. I CAN'T CONCENTRATE. GOSH. YOU'RE SO INSENSITIVE.
Oh. Also, at some point in there, I dyed my hair turquoise and orange on accident. I meant for it to be red and green for the holidays, but that didn't work out.
And because I haven't talked about Supernatural in a while (even though I really really really should (OMG SAM'S SOUL)), here's a Christmas-themed Supernatural video.
Here we go.
Ok. So. D&D. I chilled in a tavern and drank beer for a sizable amount of this adventure. There were werewolves. I failed at stealing from a store, but got a 21 to open a door I didn't really care about. There was a knight. Euris got the bartender angry at all of us. We may be waltzing into a trap. We're all very good at making people not like us. My character might be a lesbian. This is all very disjointed. I'm just typing this as I remember it, which happens not to be in chronological order. There were bandits.
...I could make that last paragraph make more sense, but fuck that noise. I got other shit to write about.
Finals. They weren't bad? I never know what to say about finals. And I've never liked talking about my grades. So this seems like a pointless thing to try to include. But they seem important so I'm mentioning them anyway.
Anyway, my dad came and got me to go to Grafton at around 9:30AM on Friday. I got home at around 4:30 or something, only to get a call from Justin saying, "Oh so we're all going out to Pancoast's apartment tonight, you should totally come so I can drunkenly grope you," but not in those words. But it's totally what he meant. So I grabbed a sandwich and he picked me up in his goddamn terrifying Jeep which was marginally less terrifying to drive in the snow than Michael's Focus. The Focus was a generally bad idea all around and had difficulty getting out of Ally's driveway.
We made it out to Pancoast's without too much incident only to find that he wasn't there. But Spork was, so she let us in and gave us Smirnoff. Because the entire point of this get-together actually was to drink. Pancoast showed up after a while and busted out the wine 'cause we're classy motherfuckers that drink wine out of long-stemmed wine glass. And then wash out the nasty taste with beer. No, I don't really understand it either, but that's what ended up happening.
Then the guys went on a pizza run. Me, Spork, and Ally ended up topless. It was in a much more platonic way than I would have preferred (i can has pretty girls plz?). When the guys came back, they brought Dan. He's a fur they know that lives in the area. He was surprisingly chill about three chicks without shirts. I like him. He brought Munchkin. Michael may have won. I think I was on my sixth drink at that point plus I'm kind of ADD sober.
I got back home at 6:00AM. My dad was just waking up. I mumbled a "no, I just wanted my blanket" before going upstairs and passing the fuck out.
The following Sunday was THE DOUGHERTY FAMILY CHRISTMAS. I forgot how much I love that side of the family. Every time we get together, I realize this is where my weird genes come from. I got a tissue box full of ties (eight of them) tied together so I had to pull them out magician style. Also pink and purple hair dye. And a flannel shirt (comfy comfy). Magnificent food.
Tuesday, I saw Tron: Legacy with japanesejunkie, Carolina, and Mary. Good times. I strongly approve. Daft Punk is awesome. They made a cameo. Zeus was ridiculous. It was pretty.
And now it's Christmas. I got 13 horror flicks of questionable quality (they all came from the $5 bin and 12 of them are on "collection" DVDs), a shitton of popcorn (to go with the movies), popcorn boxes (to go with the popcorn), a Kingdom Hearts robe (it's so fluffy), a travel mug (so I too can get pretentious espresso drinks in an environmentally friendly cup), a ring holder (for all my rings), a glass ring (it's orange), a luggage tag (so when I lose my shit, I can get it back), some button up shirts (one is shiny), chapstick (because my lips are chapped), some pants (I always need more pants), a toothbrush (it's tradition), some candy (counteracted by the toothbrush), a red and green Slinky (to go with my Halloween one), Epic Mickey (although Mickey's always epic), and a dangly necklace (because I need more things to choke myself with).
Yes. That is all one sentence, and no, I'm not fixing it. Fuck you, English language.
WHAT IS THAT TAPPING NOISE. IT SOUNDS LIKE SOMEONE'S POKING MY WINDOW. I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE BUT STOP IT. IF YOU MUST WATCH ME IN MY ROOM, DO SO QUIETLY. I CAN'T CONCENTRATE. GOSH. YOU'RE SO INSENSITIVE.
Oh. Also, at some point in there, I dyed my hair turquoise and orange on accident. I meant for it to be red and green for the holidays, but that didn't work out.
And because I haven't talked about Supernatural in a while (even though I really really really should (OMG SAM'S SOUL)), here's a Christmas-themed Supernatural video.
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