I have seriously not pulled an all-nighter like this in many a moon. I'm surprisingly awake, but come classtime tomorrow I'm gonna be Perez Hilton level retarded. This paper is gonna be totally awesome, though, I really think it will be.

In other news, I have a question:

Right now, I'm pretty much at a place where I don't think I should try dating anyone. My recent adventures on the whole thing proved that. But there's this one guy on a site, he's really hot and he's into me. But thing is, he's the same guy who a few months ago we got to talking, he asked me out, then he disappeared et al. Now he's back and trying to reconnect. I've yet to respond.

Advice?

It was a good date. Went to the observatory, watched one of the presentations (which was cool as hell), and headed back to his place for a Firefly and Arrested Development marathon. I'm looking forward to another date.

I am so tired right now, though, I can't go into more detail, haha. Also I'm about to get yelled at tomorrow because of something that I've been putting off has gotten screwed up now that I'm not procrastinating, and I don't know if it's my fault or not. This is going to be fun.

Zombieland tomorrow, and then rehearsal with Rachel.

so tired...

Went with Josh to Magic Mountain yesterday and had a total blast. Because the park closed at 6 (four hours earlier than usual!) and school's in session, there was an underabundance of people. We got on just about every ride we wanted to in the first couple of hours! Whuuuuut? So awesome.

We were in line for X2, the only ride that actually had a REAL LINE (it's the newest and craziest ride at the park, so totally worth it) and JUST as we get near the front... ride breaks down. I asked if he just wanted to go, but he was all pensive and said "But it's your favorite." ZOMG, he's so sweet ^_^ But when we saw how long it was taking them to tinker with stuff, and how long these poor people were stuck strapped in, I said "Favorite or not, I'd rather not die today."

Best rides, though, were the water flumes. Cuddling and shrieking while plummeting down a drop is always a good combo.

Funnily enough, we actually wound up leaving the park WAY earlier than either anticipated. We were both sad the park was closing at six, and wound up leaving at 2:30! Ha. And, totally unexpected, I saw Rhianna and her mom Tara as we were leaving the park. They're both close friends from growing up, so that was a fun little adventure.

We decided to get some food, and wound up at a restaurant called Pho 999. Never been, heard so much about. We got this thing that was, like, self-barbecue. I have no idea what it's called, but it was completely delicious. I totally have to get it again some time.

Then we headed back to his place to lie down for a while.

( Totally work-safe, but cut 'cause I feel the need to gush )

So less suck: spent the past several hours talking to a hot guy who is way into me. Sweeeeet. Maybe this year will be better.

Okay, so tire, gotta sleep. Got African Aliens in the morning.

So I'm going to not get too excited about this, but I was just asked out by a guy. On the internet. After talking to him for a whopping two days. He acknowledged that it was weird and quick, but he likes me. This is neat. Usually I'm on the asking end of things, I was legitimately thrown for a loop for a second haha.

Also, he's really cute. YAY ^_^

But this is the internet. Let's see if it gets past the 'phone' part and the 'meeting up' part. I'm wary, but it'll be neat to see how this plays out.

I keep being told I need to get a boyfriend. Quick, somebody give me one!



Edit [1:53AM]: Never fear! I've gone and joined a dating site! Because they've worked so many times before.

( Rant )


Addendum: Wow, I don't remember writing this. I really wasn't drunk even though I went to the bar last night. Whatever, I'm lj-cutting this shit, haha.

Eric, the roommate whom I share a room with (as opposed to the flatmates I share a flat with) is constantly looking on Craigslist for potential boyfriends for me. No, serious, he looks on Craigslist for guys for me. His theory on gay men is as follows:

"Hey, I've watched Queer As Folk a few times. You're all a bunch of dirty whores and after you've slept each other three times you're boyfriends, right? And you don't know each others name until you become acquainted with their penis."

His eerie understanding of gay life aside, I have to admit I've only ever looked on the men-for-men side of the fence as well. But today, oh today, he was looking at trannies for me-- because when I say 'find me a guy like these' I mean the total opposite (something science has dubbed 'Fratman's No-Means-Maybe effect')-- and I had had enough. I needed to get a little revenge.

And so, to the 'women-for-men' section I went.

Turns out that despite what every rap song and straight-guy-with-two-beers-in-him has ever taught me, women are not a gaggle of raving sluts trying to get their cock on by flashing their naughty bits to every John, Dick, and Hairy Henderson. Turns out that, even on a site known for peddling prostitution and an enormous amount of cock-and-ass pics, women still want to find the same thing they've been searching for since the beginning of time; a guy who bathes semi-regularly and doesn't stare at them blankly after they crack a joke about current affairs.

It's women like these that make me almost consider joining the other team, seeing as how the players on my side seem to care more about the other guys ass than their gamer stats (I'm still not sure if I'm talking about sports, video games, or being a thug right now).

People still make me laugh - 24
It's been a long day...
And some other ones, whatever, I forgot where they went.

I know that gay guys exist that're cool like this, and granted Craigslist is the epitome of terrifying gay-personals type things (okay, I can think of far worse ones, but let's not get into personal experiences), but come on homos! Catch up! If we wanted to see cock all the time we'd use google image search and type in "huge fat cock"-- that's what everyone does, right?

Please homos, for the love of Batman, show some personality people.

Did I lose my train of thought somewhere in there? Probably. Does it matter? No, 'cause no one reads my journal! :D

You know what trips me out? Like, honestly? When people hit on me. No, seriously, I don't know what to do. To make things more interesting it seemed to be 'Hit On Jeremy' day at work, I swear. Three people, two girls and a guy (though two of the three are a fairly questionable, and I'll get into that).

First girl-- who must have been high school age-- came up with her two friends and, instantly, they were giggly. The girl starts off with "Hey there, hot stuff." No, seriously, she called me 'hot stuff.' Her friends giggled, thus providing the sufficient amount of 'egging on' she needed. What followed was a flurry of 'cuties,' 'hot stuff's,' and coy smiles. I don't recall what it was she said that nearly made me blush, but I was in the middle of handing her change and nearly dropped it. There was a long line building up too, so I was just like "Seriously, gtfo." In my head, at least.

The second one was this lady, probably in her mid-twenties, cute'ish dark haired type. The kind Dominick would've been playing from the get go if he were in today. Also the kind Dominick would've been wapping me upside the head for for not hollaring at (he doesn't know I'm gay yet, mostly 'cause it's hilarious hearing him talk about girls and shit). Anyway, hers was more subtle and took me a bit after she left the store for me to realize what had just happened. It was a simple wink and twist of the hip. One of those things hard to describe unless someone does it for you.

Third one was a guy, and this one is a bit more shakey but I still get the feeling it was a something. Note: today was like gay-day at work, as yesterday was lesbian-day for some reason. A number of gay or metero dudes came in. Anyway, this guy was moderately cute and if I hadn't had a ridiculous line I would've played along a bit. His was mostly in the eye contact, leaning in, and just way he talked. I'm still debating this one, but I'm using it to pad my being-hit-on numbers haha.

Also, I keep getting random compliments from customers on my recent haircut and my smile. Not just today, just in general lately. That's always fun.

Anyway, I have the next two days off so I'm stoked. Wednesday I'm heading out of town, and considering my recent influx of two/three-a-day journal postings I just wanted to forewarn people that I'm not dying! Just getting lost in Seattle. Sweet, no?

I had planned on writing this whole long thing I've had in mind for a week now, wanting to explain my stance as a 'staunch atheist / metaphysicist' but I'm too tired. By announcing the idea right now, I hope that motivates me to actually write about it tomorrow. HORRAY!

Last night (read: this morning, fifteen minutes ago) I woke up from my first Tacoma based dream. It was also the third dream I can recall that was relationship/dating based, and I'm getting kinda wtf.

A while ago I had a YU+ME:dream style dream where the whole thing was centered around me dating a guy, being very happy and cuddly and crap. In it Eric was dating a thin Asian girl (I think Korean), and Nate and Ash were all lovey dovey too. It was cute, and I remember being very happy in it. But when I tried telling anyone about anything that happened I couldn't remember specifics. When I tried telling people what the guy-- or the girl Eric was dating-- looked like, I couldn't remember anything. It actually really started to bug me. I got over it, though.

Yesterday I had a dream that was a bit weirder. I was dating Aaron, Ashleigh's ex who we used to be in a band with. We went to a fast food place (there was more before this, but remember it's a dream so I forgot most of that) and while in line there he started biting on my shoulder, but instead of being Aaron it was my ex Zeke. We were talking and he kept gnawing on me until I was stopped and realized "Wait, I don't even like you anymore."

After that he stopped gnawing, and though he didn't leave just wasn't a factor anymore. I noticed this other guy walking around the kitchen-- which seeing as how the fast food place was now a house it made slightly more sense-- and he wasn't entirely my kind of guy but I wanted him anyway. I remember he had this weird square shape to his stomach hair, too. I never did manage to meet the guy, though.

Now this morning's dream... this one was pretty damned specific.

I had taken the bus elsewhere in town-- the number 10-- to do... something. I had a real reason to go, and now I forget why. Doesn't matter because all the stores seemed to be closed anyhow. So I went to a bus stop across the street that had a bunch of folk standing there. I had my board with me so I was skating around a bit at the stop, and noticed this one guy keep making eyes at me.

Dude was taall, thick and pretty cute. Blonde, unkempt scruffy, gauged ears, and I think he was wearing a yellow shirt or something.

The bus came and I realized that, my god, it's the number 14. I look at the stop sign and realized the 10 doesn't come this way-- only the 14 and 30. So while everybody else is getting on I kinda stand there pretending I'm just waiting for the 30, haha. He's about to step on when he looks at me from the corner of his eyes and gets out of line.

"Mind if I, uh, wait here with you?" It was actually cute, I'll admit. He was trying to be sly but he was obviously feeling awkward.

I tell him it's okay and we start talking. Awkward conversation about nothing in general. He mentions that I look like I've never ridden a board before 'cause I'm being such shit at the moment, and I remember realizing at that moment "Well, it's because I haven't touched a skateboard since I moved to Washington, since I left it down in LA." and the board doesn't become a factor anymore. I actually remember a bizzaro dream transition for once. Weird, isn't it?

Eventually we start walking around, I think because I admit I'm lost as hell, and we wind up at a mall type place. At some point I have my hand in my hair for some reason when my shoulder spazzms. He asks what that was about and I reply,

"My arm does that whenever one of my profiles updates."

"Profiles?"

"You know, like... Livejournal, Myspace, DList, OKCupid..."

His eyes lit up at DList-- which is a gay social site (just myspace-side of the whole hook-up site thing which I hate)-- and that's when he knew he could start pushing it. I don't remember exactly what he said but it was definitely him trying to get me in the sack with him, without sounding overtly perverted.

I wish I could tell you I reacted either a) good and reciprocated, turning my dream into a sexy-time one or b) in any way that involved the dream progressing. But alas, no, because IN MY DREAM I started thinking to myself "I totally have to write about this in livejournal." That knocked everything off track and I started to wake up. Not to mention Eric's alarm started going off around this point, so... yeah.

So yeah, relationship dreams-- even in those I'm not getting any. I wonder what it means-- I used to have a ton of prophetic dreams when I was younger, but not so much anymore. Eric sure as hell hopes this is one of those, 'cause he wants an Asian chick like wo, haha.

In other news, I keep finding more and more gray (read: stark white) hairs in my head. I'm sadfaced. I hate genetics.