Heh

Well, every time I think there's a goodness to the world, someone comes along and bursts that bubble.

I had a good night, til I figured out someone had broken into the LJ of winter sometime this afternoon. And apparently I, or anyone else, wasn't supposed to notice. There are people always demanding that user name, since he doesn't use it much, but noone has ever had the balls to just break in.

Reminds me of the silly little twits littering ManRay tonight.

*sighs* How much of a sucky person do you have to be to steal a LJ account? They're free, for cripes sake. What a pathetic little girl. Well I'm sure I'll be taking this down once we reclaim the account. *evil grin*

OK I'm tired and off to change my passwords *grins* and go to bed.

Procrastination

I can't believe I forgot to post about this last night. I got distracted.

I walk into MR and, as usual, there's a puddle of newbies in my seat. This isn't good, since I'm wearing the new boots and my feet are all hurty inside them (Stupid stiff boot maybe fake leather. I dunno if they're real or veggie. Either way, it was stiff in a bad way) I decide to indulge in some Jack, so I stroll over to Terri's bar. Chat up pat_man_ta and popetom about the stupid newbies. Get my drink, start stirring since T makes em WAY too strong for my taste, and turn back to go back to my seat and start growling at the newbies. On the way back I pass by the middle bar and some guy straightens up like I'm coming for him. I keep walking, get to the bench, where there is a blessed spot to sit in, and suddenly realize I've dissed CoatBoy.

I didn't even register him. I noticed a bunch of the newbieish guys checking me out, as in I'm sitting alone and I'd be grateful for their attention (Hi, Not. Thanks) So I had not really seen him, CB wasn't there when I went over to get the drink and I assumed it was just a newbie guy thinking I wanted him or something. On top of that, I was plotting my moves to reclaim my seat.

OK so then I don't see him for well over an hour. Usually he comes in, has a drink, then dances for the rest of the night, maybe breaking for another drink. I even danced myself, thanks to a well placed Cruxshadows song. After dancing I had headed back to Terri's bar, to ask for more ice in my WAY too strong drink to cut it just some more, and didn't see him again. So I figured I was wrong.

until I spotted him in the same seat about 11:30. He must have wondered or something, but he was definitely there and I definitely blew him off.

I have mixed feelings about this. I'm still angry at him, and I expressed this last night, that he thought the "best course of action" was to manipulate me and my feelings to his desired end result. SO NOT dope! But I have this "never give up on friend's attitude that I'm trying to kill and I'm feeling it raise it's head. I can't stand not being able to let go, even tho it's probably one of my good points. But the fact is he's NOT worth my time, if he can't even make the effort to talk to me. I think it's pretty clear that it was up to HIM to tell me when it was OK to talk to him again, and he hasn't, so eff him.

So WHY was he Mr. Pouty Pants all night? I swear I felt his eyes on me more than once. And his dancing was severely curtailed. Maybe he realized he effed up? Or maybe he was pissed because my ignoring him (however accidental on my part) was "drama." even tho neither I nor anyone else spoke to him, at all, let alone on the subject of drama. I mean isn't that what he wanted? To be left alone and not subject to my moods and dramas?

*hand* whatever. Boys are stupid. (No offense meant to the cute little boys on my friends list *grins*)

Tonight is Bella Morte, and I'm probably showing up early since I need to go to MicroCenter to get some stuff for the client tomorrow. Bleh. I wanted to come in just to see BM and go home. I'm tired and I need to do some cleaning. And I Won't have a chance later. OK I could have been doing that for the past two hours *grins* but I didn't. Neener. Maybe I'll go to MicroCenter, then to work, then home to change THEN to the show. or to work, then MC, then home, then show. *shrug* I dunno, I'll see what happens. All I know is I need about an hour of quality cleanup time.