Happies

I love talking with my dad. ^_^ I love the way I can just kid around with him. I would say "like one of the guys" but we all know how many guy friends I have. He's just a really cool guy, even given that he's not only an Old Person, but he's my father, y'know? It's just the coolest thing. I think I agree with my mom - he never grew up.

::Dances:: They're going to Order me the Last Unicorn VHS! They said they'd send it here and just deduct the cost from the amount they transfer to me for the housing payment! Score! I'm. So. Flipping. Happy!

Spotted Austin online t'day - Leslie gave me his contact info and I tagged him on AIM. When he figured out it was me (Austin: "Who is this?" Me: "Some call me...Tim. But you can call me Andrew." Austin: "ANDREW!?") then he told me how he'd missed me - in a 30% straight way. Right. Well, I'll take what I can get. I must confess that I'd been thinking about the guy the other night - I mean, he really is kinda cool, and having someone hitting on you can't be ALL bad. ^_^*

So we talked for a while, and he kept bringing up my flaw of heterosexuality (Me: "They're all either married or straight, ne?"), but it was all good. I'm sure we talked about something interesting, but being me, I can't remember what.

::Dances::
(Singsong) I'm getting the Last Unicorn...
Hee hee hee. Now all I need is that soundtrack. Someone remind me to e-mail Mel my address. The happies. ^_^ I owe half of it to The Didgital Shepherd (for mentioning it in the first place) and three fourths of it to Mel (just because she's so. Flipping. Awsome.), and so I thank you both proportionally. Thankie you muches!
::Dances::

AND, Claire's gonna be here in...uhm...24 minus 7..that's, uhm...17? Seventeen hours from now? Yeah, I'm so much joystuffs. I leave now, before I explode.

I Just OOZE Charm....

I made another friend today. Aren't I just so special?

It was at lunch, and me and some girl across the way were the only two in the back section. I had my typical spaghetti and a few onion rings, and she was tackling this giant fajita. Aparently, as I discovered later, she was making a mess of the thing, and was laughing at herself for all the trouble she was having. I saw her laughing at herself, and popped in my trademark opener.

"Having Fun?"
"What, making a mess of my giant fajita? Yeah." (This is the 'later' I was talking about).

And then we sat and went back to our respective meals. But, she eventually decided to come over by me and sit and talk, as she ate her cake and I finished my onion rings. (Mmmmm, onion rings).

Turns out she's a transfer student, and a Sophmore-level Politics Major. I attempted at clever conversation, I think I just came off as, what's the word...unintellegent? But, she stayed and talked anyways, so hey, I couldn't have skrewwed up too much, be? She had wanted to come here originally, but ended up in a School in MI, which was fine, but "they just don't care about politics in MI" so she transfered. And here she is. Yeah.

I'm sure we talked about something interesting, but I can't remember. That's pretty much everything that's pertinent anyways, so...yeah. i'll leave you people, now. ^_^

Spur of the moment thought - I want a bloomin' onion. From Outback. With that sause, y'know? Oh, it's to die for. Well, not die for - that's stupid. you can't eat when you're dead. Kill for maybe - yeah, that makes more sense. Mmmmmmmmm.