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[icyaurora8]

Okay... I know I don't post a ton of stuff on here all the time, but today, I am bored.  Like really, really, REALLY bored.  So... I am asking people to comment to me.  I don't really care what about either.  I just want you guys to ask me stuff... about anything you would like.  I feel that since I don't write very much, unless I comment on your journals occasionally, you really don't know a ton about me.  Nothing is out of bounds for what you would like to ask. 

I should prolly be working on writing the last few paragraphs of my most recent piece of work that I've finished, but I'm kinda undecided about how I want to write them (even though I know what I need to add).  So yeah... the keyword of that is 'should' but eh.  I might actually be submitting it to the threesome challenge that is just starting, depending on if it qualifies (I'm waiting for a response on that still). 

So... ask me anything.  I know some of my flist decently well, but others I don't know hardly at all.  And even if we talk occasionally, still ask me something if you have the time.  I feel that I should talk on my journal here more than I do (and other than commenting on other people's posts). 

On another note... if you've never played Guitar Hero 1 or 2, you should.  My sister has it, and granted, I don't get to play it very often, but it's soooo addicting and fun.  I played it for quite a few hours today... I LOVE IT.  If she wasn't borrowing our Playstation 2 right now, I would go out and buy it for myself, cause it's awesome.  It's kinda hard sometimes, and can be frustrating, but it's kinda like DDR... you just HAVE to keep playing until you can do it well.  LOL.  Hence... why I'm listening to John the Fisherman (by Primus) over and over right now.  It's one of my favorite songs to play on it. 

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[aki-hoshi.livejournal.com]

Well, I know you pretty darn well, so I suppose I don't have anything to ask. But I will tell you about my crazy Saturday night. (I'm posting this in a few posts because it's too long.)

So, it was gorgeous for most of last week, and Saturday was no exception. It was bit breezy perhaps, but that just helped it be not quite so hot. I figured I had to do something, because it was so nice, so I called my friend Jimmy, who I used to work at the theatre with, and who will most likely be moving in with me for a while, and told him we had to go and do something. Mainly, get food. ^^ We decided to hit a movie (The Last Mimzy), and got some chow, and then went and saw our friend and former manager, Phill, who's working at a music store for the moment. We said hello, and he asked if we were going to go to this midnight showing of "The Rocky Horror Picture Show" at the Admiral Theatre that night, which our friend Dana told us about. We told him we didn't know, and he said that if we couldn't afford to go out drinking with him on Sunday, then we'd have to go out that night to see "Rocky". Jim decided eventually not to go, and I was undecided.

Phill calls me at around 10:30, asking if I'm going and if he can borrow some black eyeliner and black lipstick. I'm like, "I'm actually getting kind of tired..." (I had been up since 7am, roughly), but he had convinced me to go because he wanted me to keep him from "molesting" Dana, who Jim and I had both noticed that he had been majorly flirting with last Sunday. Which means a lot, because Phill sorta flirts (very harmlessly) with everyone. Even me, a little. But Dana's totally his type. He likes thin girls with small breasts. *shrug*

Anyhow, I agree to go (he's really good at persuasion, the bastard), so I get all dressed up in this poofy/lacy black skirt, a white button up shirt, a red and black tie, white knee highs with lace at the top, and these hot black, three-inch heels I have. Phill comes over and picks me up, and he's brought one of his room mates, Miles. I know who miles is, but he has a horrible memory, but he managed to remember my voice somehow...lol. Phill puts on the make-up and we leave to go pick-up Dana.

When we get there, Dana has some friends over who were going to come too, one of which I know, and then Phill asks Dana, "Should we tell her?" and Dana says, "You haven't told her?" And I'm thinking, Oh, shit... And Phill tells me the picture at the Admiral has been cancelled and moved to the next week, so we're watching it at Dana's. Well, Dana's other friends leave after a while of us just sitting around and drinking and chatting, because one of them wasn't feeling well, and they had all ridden together.

Now, Dana's TV is in her bedroom, so Phill, Miles, me and Dana go in there and arrange ourselves on the bed, get the drinks and start watching the movie, which Miles had never even seen before. Dana was sitting at the head of the bed, then me, Phill and Miles. It was fairly cosy, I'm sure you can imagine.

We decided that whenever they said "Brad" in the movie, the boys would have to drink (basically Phill, because Miles had felt weird after drinking one Smirnoff), and whenever they said "Janet" in the movie, us girls would drink, and then when they said "Rocky", we all would. I'll be frank, I never got a buzz the entire night. They say "Brad" a lot more than "Janet", lol.

[aki-hoshi.livejournal.com]

So Dana tells me I should take off my shirt (which only has, like, two buttons done), and I'm like "...er....that's okay..." but she starts undoing the buttons anyhow, and I just sort of let it happen, but then Phill leans way over into my personal space (which was being invaded by him anyhow, considering our close proximity) and was staring right at my breasts. I, of course, am immediately covering myself up...I mean, it's Phill, but then Phill would look away, and then Dan would move my shirt open again, and Phill would look again and finally I just gave up. Then Dana said again, "You should take off your shirt, Raven," and I told her I would if she would (she was wearing a super-short skirt, a bra and a sweatshirt), so she did, and I did, but I kept my shirt in my lap. At one point, Phill was running his fingers up the back of my thigh, and I kept stopping him of course, hissing, "What the hell are you doing?" because well, what the hell was he doing? Well, not much later, Phill starts pulling the shirt in my lap away from me, and eventually I let him take it, but then he flings it across the room and it lands on the floor. Since I'm ridiculously self concious of my belly, I'm totally covering up my stomach, and then I don't really remember what happened directly after that, but I know we got Phill's shirt off, and then put a bra of Dana's on Miles over his tank top...and then...there were markers. :P

Now, the rest of the night isn't a blur so much as I'm not exactly sure quite how some of it happened...like what happened between one thing and another.

So Dana took a pen, and wrote something on my upper arm, and then grabbed a blue and red permanent marker, and we both started drawing all over Phill. I remember that we kept getting up and checking out what we had done to each other in the bathroom... Phill was the worst, of course, and he wrote on me too. He wrote "enter" on my right thigh, with an arrow pointing up, "leg" on my other knee and "boobs" on, well, my boobs. Thank you for the astute observation, Phillip. *rolls eyes*

Now, do you remember the reason I was there? To stop Phill from molesting Dana? Well...Dana wasn't the one being molested at this little get together. No, no...I was. Phill had no problem touching my breasts (still in their bra, mind you), and neither did Dana, really, though I expected it from her a bit. But Phill...I was like...what the hell had gotten into him? He's never ever expressed any sort of interest in me, and even blatantly pointed out (in front of all our friends even) that my breasts are too big! (Well, for his tastes anyhow, which is fine; it doesn't really bother me.)

Anyhow, so at one point, after the drawing stuff, Phill was laying in the corner, and I was next to him, Miles was kind of behind me, wedged against the wall (and probably pretty comfortable, I'm sure), and Dana just sort of laid down on top of me, using my chest as a pillow. Phill had his hand resting comfortably on my right boob, and I'm not really sure all of what happened at this juncture...I think I remember Phill trying to pull up Dana's skirt or something, but anyhow, I remember Miles at one point mentioning his now curiosity, and asked if he may touch my breast, basically. I said, sure, why the hell not, and so he did, proclaiming his awe the whole time...lol Boys. Apparently, all the girls he's been with have been small.

So again, I'm not sure of what exactly happened here, but I think Dana got up to use the bathroom or something, and maybe I did too, and maybe also Miles, because the next thing I remember is lying in the bed, facing Phill, who was against the wall, and Dana came in with a camera, and I was like, "Oh lord, let's not document this insanity!" but she was fiddling with her camera anyhow, and I remember turning and looking at Phill, and then he kissed me. Like...totally out of the blue.

[aki-hoshi.livejournal.com]

It was good, I won't lie. But it was so...bizarre I guess. Like I said before, Phill has never shown even the slightest modicum of interest for me...I keep wondering how knackered he must have had to been to do that...or whatever. I'm sure it all means nothing; I'm sure he doesn't want to like date me or anything ridiculous like that...for all I know, when I was in the bathroom or something, he and Dana kissed! It's just...bizarre to think about.

Well, after that, there were no pictures, I don't know why, but the movie was over, and so Dana put in a Pepe le Pew DVD and we all got back in our original positions on the bed.

Then, I don't remember how we got on the subject, but in classic American Pie II fashion, us girls said we'd kiss with tongue if the boys kissed with tongue. Don't ask me why. Well, the boys were being greedy and demanded that we take off our skirts and our bras if they were to kiss. Well, that was just not an option, in my opinion. Not to mention Dana and I both knew we were having our periods... So, I'm not sure why, but the boys got up and went into the living room or something, and then Dana and I sorta made out for while. XP

And...well, that was about it, actually. We got ready to go, Phill dropped me off at home, and I immediately called Sam and told her all about it. lol.

Oh, and because my arm was under Phill's back, I got some of whatever was on his back on my arm...that was fun washing off...lol.

So I can't really stop thinking about what the fuck the Phill-kiss thing was about, and to be honest...kissing Dana really didn't do anything for me... I think because she wasn't you... ;)

SO, I hope that long-winded story helped curb your boredom for a while, at least. ^^ I should send some fics your way...

[schuldige-katze.livejournal.com]

You should send some OS our way, sweetheart. ^____^


Well. Your weekend was ... interesting. I did nothing. XD I sat at home, and went to work.

http://www.youtube.com/v/3bKD6khHqCM This is interesting. *koffkoff*

[schuldige-katze.livejournal.com]

Hullo, erin. this is omi *waves* and I'm not on your flist, but Rae sent me over here to read about her weekend, and I ended up nosing through your post anyway. I've heard good things about guitar hero, but I've never played it myself. I think i'd be better at it than at DDR, because I'm a hand-coordinated person from all the video games I play, rather than a foot-coordinated person. I don't have anything to ask you, so you can just talk at me about whatever comes to mind first.

Me, I'm thinking about Spirals. I have this nifty spiraly thingy that I got for free in the mail (random, FREE GIFT! KEEP IT EVEN IF YOU DON'T BUY OUR SHIT! IT"S FREE BECAUSE IT"S SHITTY! kind of thing) and it sitting on my desk ,and I've had it for almost a month, except I've never taken it out of the package because it looks so frail XD and I'm clumsy, and I'm afraid I'll break it. I really wanna be reading, but there's nothing been updated recently *pokes Rae* and I know I need to update my stories, but I don't want to write. Like, at all. XDD

[icyaurora8.livejournal.com]

lmao i added you hun, and thanks for the video. i got a good giggle out of it!

so do you have a picture of this spirals thingy? you should take one for me! hehehe. i NEVER get free stuff in the mail, unless it's those return address labels, but those are kinda fun too. cause i hate writing my return address down!

you should definitely play guitar hero! i love it! now only if my sister would give me back our playstation (and give us her guitar hero while she's at it), i would be set! hehehe.

yeah... i STILL need to write like... a few paragraphs on my story, but i've just not had the time or energy lately to write it. it's not even going to take long, but it's been soooo friggen busy around here that when i do have time, i just can't seem to make myself sit down and do it. it sucks too.. i've wanted to read some stuff lately, but it seems all of the stories i've come across have been like 200,000 words, etc. and i hate starting a long story unless i can sit there the whole day to read. but i've already reread practically ALL of my oneshots on my rec list in the last couple of months, so it's just like ugh, nothing to read right now.

maybe i'll go have a few beers? things are always less boring if i'm tipsy.... hehehehehe

[1sithlord.livejournal.com]

Wow . . . I am awesomely prompt lately. Sorry I haven't been reading my flist lately. I just read this, so . . .

Question:

Why do you like writing, and what do you want to do (career wise) in the future?

[icyaurora8.livejournal.com]

i like writing i think mostly because i love reading. that, and it's a way for me to put down the millions of thoughts that run through my head. i actually write more for myself really... especially in fanfiction. if there is a story i would like to see but it hasn't been done, then i will try to write it. plus i have really exciting dreams (which i think i told you about) and writing gives me a chance to use those ideas.

as for what i want to do for a career, i'd like to be an editor (for fictional books). i wouldn't mind writing for a career either, but that would mean i would have to make myself sit down and write MUCH more often than i do. but someday that would be nice. i'd also like to be an archeologist, a wildlife rehabilitator (as in the animals), a dancer (well i'm gonna do that for the rest of my life anyways), a chef, a secret agent, Lara Croft (thats kinda the secret agent archeology thing thrown into one), and live in the mansion from resident evil (the video game one) and shoot zombies until i die. obviously some of these are a little far-fetched... but i'm working on that. lol.