Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand
by krisis
So, two days off and i accomplished absolutely nothing. Truely. Except, well, i got someone’s #. But, that’s neither here nor there. I just slept nearly 18 straight hours (with a small intermission) and finished off all of my pre-thanksgiving classes (partially due to the fact that i don’t do any work). So, here i am. Yeah. I think i’m gonna go to work early so i don’t sit here being lame.
by krisis
Every once in a while when i’m bored i write a Soap Opera in my head. It would be sorta Beverly Hills 90210-ish, but more expansively cast like a real soap-opera (or, the latter years of Melrose Place). Every time something somewhat significant happens to me i try to plot ahead to the next episode, where more senstation happenings will occur. Last night had a lot of possible endings in the realm of Soap-Opera, but the one it wound up with was perhaps the most perfect of all… me walking home alone feeling both hope and closure. But, now tiny tendrils of new plots are starting to grow up from the cracks in the proverbial sidewalk of life. What can i say’ it keeps me tuned in.
by krisis
Meanwhile, i had to wake up at 9am this morning to attend a “balloon training” to prepare me for my service in the Philadelphia Boscov’s Thanksgiving Day Parade (older than the New York one, i might add). A bunch of Pi Nu Epsilon people volunteered to carry a balloon, and we got Rocky of Rocky & Bullwinkle! And he’s “parade element #69!” Yeah, we’re pretty juvenile. Of course, we were a hell of a lot more collected than the Union members and various white trash that were also there today. Most of them couldn’t figure out how to arrange themselves beneath the balloon, and nearly killed us in line for lunch. There was one of those redundant loops in the line which really just caused more entanglement and frustration, so when PiNu got to the loop we stopped and waited for the loop to clear so we could have a straight line. Of course, this meant that the 30 or so people behind us had to stand still for about 15 minutes (though, since they weren’t in the loop they could observe what was going on in the line, instead of being shoved into a corner). The snappish little bitch at the head of that section was convinced we had stopped short to let more people in front of us, and repeatedly tried to insist that students taking the elevator’s up to their design studios were in fact trying to cut in line. Finally, the loop evaporated, and we stepped forward into the newly straightened line, at while point the entirety of the people behind us rushed forward to fill the loop that we had just eliminated, somehow equating their needless movement to getting closer to the food. Which, trust me, they weren’t.
by krisis
About an hour later i had $1.10 in my underwear. Also, i’ve never had my nipples pinched by so many people in one night. But, i digress…. apparently one of the ways not to come on to a good friend of at least a year is to ask her how much she’d want for a lap dance ($20), and then fish that out of your pocket and put it in your mouth. The only response i got was “Peter, take that out of your mouth, do you know where that’s been?” Speaking of which, that dime wound up somewhere other than my underwear at the end of the night, but i was forced to retrieve it myself.
by krisis
Alexandra comes into the story again a bit later, when the girl in search of a dime as well as a female friend i brought to the party both went to their wallets to retrieve the ten cents they’d have to drop for me to get nekkid. As it turned out, neither of them had a dime, and neither did anyone who had just come back from getting scads and scads of cheese fries from the pizza place down the block. So, who came to their rescue? Well, i did… but the person that produced a dime was none other than Alexandra, though i’m sure she had no idea what dastardly purpose it was meant for (or where it’d wind up). I handed the dime over to the girls, told them to be careful not to drop it, and then we all headed back to the heart of the party.