Sunday, October 30, 2005

Worry not, you easily-worried worriers!
I sensed an overall puzzled vibe from your past few comments. The truth is I've been quite busy with stuff for the past while so I threw some stuff together to keep your minds at the minimum half-throttle.

I guess I've some explaining to do.

First of all, work got me doing some time-consuming photo editing. I enjoy photoshopping stuff but it got me cranky a bit but I wasn't too urky about it. So if I wasn't very polite over MSN or where ever, I apologize. I didn't mean it.

The fear thing was just for fun. The "Love is Over" drawing was just for kicks too. A few of you were confused about what exactly I was laughing at. I'll leave that up to you.

And my last post with the Beatles' lyrics was simply put up as a warning that you should watch your words carefully. I mean, do you REALLY want to hold her hand?

...and I love the song too.

Sooo, I guess now would be a good time to fill you in about stuff.
Mmm.. Pie filling.
Mmmmm.. Turkey stuffing.


So Bassist is officially out of our lives now. We verified it last night (Saturday) by going to his house and telling him straight up that he's out. For whatever reason, he still thinks he's in the band and that he's going to celebrate Halloween with us downtown. Nu-uh. "You screwed up so you're on your own." He tried making us show sympathy and feel guilty. We're not fallin' for it because if we let this slide just one more time, he'll think he can get away with anything and he's already a stubborn ego-ass. So yeah. He's cut. He fails. He eats from the dogbowl from now on. That's right. Dogbowl...

So guess what.

My sister had a movie night on Friday. So what does that mean? A certain beautiful, sweet, loving, enchanted creature came over to my house. Uh-huh. You guessed it.

Pixie

She and my sisters other friends came over for dinner and a few movies since everyone had the day off. Now, I haven't seen Pixie for awhile. So I became rather dorky around her. Nervous even. It didn't help that her friends there in my house. I became as smooth as sandpaper on a rusty cactus. Yeah. I'm lame.

They watched the first movie (Rocky Horror Picture Show, I've seen it a dozen times) while I paced in my room, wondering what to say to her. It was bad enough that I didn't say hi. The panic left once I heard her laughing downstairs. I think they were all doing the "Time Warp" at that point. She's knows I'm a dork so what was I to worry about?

Dad came home with the sushi platter so we had dinner. I guess you could say I semi-diner with her. She sat a chair away because I was the last to sit and I was rather busy serving tea, cleaning up and other various servant-type actions.

After dinner, everyone sat around drinking tea (from my cups and pots, of course.) and chatting. I sat in my little corning and said nothing. They tried to get me into the conversation but I stuck to one worded answers. I was too busy telling my self "Don't be stupid. Don't be stupid. Don't be stupid."

After washing the dishes, Pixie invited me to stay and watch the second movie (Born Into Brothels, an award-winning documentary about children in the red-light district in India. It was really fascinating and quite inspirational.) I spent the length of the film sitting on the floor because the couch was taken up by the girls.

After the film, everyone took a stretch break before the last movie. I don't remember its name and you'll see why in a second.

After a round of tea, the third movie was about to start. I managed to talk with Pixie after seeing her lying on the couch on her own. I poked her and asked if she was tired. So a little convo started but then the movie did as well. She invited me to sit beside her and of course I did.

I couldn't pay attention to the film because I was too busy watching her fiddle with a piece of loose string on our cushion. I made a dumb jokes about fiddling with string being bad luck. Then she punched my arm after I told her it was a joke. I've never loved a punch as much as I did that moment. *laughs*

At one point, Pixie got all fidgety so I jokingly told her to sit on the floor. By jokingly, I mean "lame lame LA-AME attempt to emit sounds from my nervous mouth". My dad overheard me say that and told me I was an idiot later that night. No kidding!

Unfortunately, it was getting late so everyone had to go home. Me being the servant and all, did the driving but I didn't mind one bit. Fortunately, the girls were a chatty bunch so I focused on driving and not being a dork. I dropped off Pixie first because she lived the closest. She parted with a "Goodnight, Joshie" and went inside her house. It was weird because the other girls parted with a "Goodnight, Joshie." too. It was weird and slightly uncomfortable but in a way it was nice. Better than "Goodnight, Jessica's brother.", that's for sure.

I’ll be sure to apologize for the strange behaviour that night. I couldn’t help it though. I was a bit cut off from the living world for a week and then out of nowhere, Pixie appears. How else am I supposed to react?

So yeah. I’m gonna apologize and maybe… just MAYBE, I can talk to her about having another dinner with just the two of us.

Holy wow, that will be SWEET.

So tell me, what are your plans for Halloween?

I’ll tell you mine tomorrow.

And sorry again for being a bit odd lately. It’s over now, I promise.

Cheers.

- enin -

P.S. No, I do NOT have cat ears...
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