June 27, 2000my whole existence is flan
So no introspection to follow, huh? I like this whole 'month between entries thing'. Saves time for hunting down pictures of Dweezil Zappa on the 'net. So what's with the giant proclamation of 'dude' above? It's my new word of the month. I swear that I'm saying it, naturally to boot, at the beginning of half my sentences. I guess the Valley Girl in me is coming out huh? And to embrace my Valley Girl-ness [whatever], I'm dropping the pseudonym of Fiona for this journal. I'll give all my extraneous reasons later, mostly for the benefit of Dave H. who's been the only one to bring up the fact that I was using Fiona at all.
Finished my 'Beat Kathe's Ass' Spanish Class' on Wednesday. I whipped off my oral exam, accidentally telling Dr. Madera that the world's biggest problem was men, and that my family was going to become stupid again in an hour. Oh yeah, watch me mangle the Spanish language. I apparently aced the test anyway and ended up with a nice respectable B in the class. Those last couple of days I was laughing so hard thanks to my little group, I didn't want to leave. I hope this trend continues. I hate sitting in class totally silent like some kind of ghost. I think I did enough of that with my classes in high school.
Ooooo! I went to a Pimps and Hoes party a couple of weeks ago with Dionne and the Regular Crew. I hate to say it but I think a new chapter of my life was opened up by a friggin' tube top. The party was fairly low key. Alex was the classic pimp, though with his affected accent and cane he kinda turned into what I called Old Man Abrams; "You kids, stop takin' dumps in my bathroom!" I still have to see Alex in his cameo extra in 'Road Trip'. Foy looked like AJ from the Backstreet Boys. Hee. Really, he did. Ryan...well, he had a giant fro and lots of Mardi Gras beads. I took advantage of my new project to get beads for 'free' and ignored the rest. Call me Miss Bead Manipulator! Kim was our pimp with her badass glitter 'cowboy' hat, Dionne was something between streetwalker and call girl, Mary was what I called the "West Wing" call girl, and I was somewhere between Mary and Dionne with sparkly black tube top. But Jenna was the crowning achievement...dressed to kill as Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, complete with thigh high boots and Dalmatian boa. Ok, so the Dalmatian boa wasn't part of the movie but hey, it was the major conversation piece of the evening. We joked that we couldn't let her out of the street otherwise she'd be picked up by TPD. Chris Armaglia looked eerily like Bret Michaels from Poison, but with no shoes. Which prevented some of the group from getting into Late Night Library later. Only in Tallahassee, pimps with no shoes. Kerry...well, since I'm more than slightly crushing on Kerry at the moment I had to restrain myself from squealing the minute I saw him. Anyway, he was dressed somewhat like the robbers from that Chevy Chase movie, 'Seems Like Old Times'. Still very cool anyway. I don't think anything could dampen his cool factor. And later when we actually got to talking, oh dear, I had to seriously keep myself from getting goofy.
Anyway, here comes the required introspection part of it. Dude, you knew it was coming. It's in the Girl Friday bylaws. So I'm standing at the party talking to this guy about politics and metal music [wtf?] and between catching Kerry looking at me every five minutes and wondering if just running into the house is a viable option to escape this conversation, and I just realized how well I fit in with these people in general. The next day I went to this mini-concert/bbq thing at Tom Brown Park for Crescent Fresh [Dave and Erik's band]. Compared to the night before I felt totally out of place. It wasn't a matter of knowing more people at one function or the other...I guess the best way to describe it is this: At the Pimps and Hoes party in my mind I should have felt like an outsider, like I didn't belong with these people but I did. Yet, at the Freak Park the next day, with people more on the 'counter-culture' edge, I was too normal. So that's how a tube top opened a new chapter in my life. From that point on I've been content and expectant about my impending collegedom, and just taking real joy in being me and knowing that I can be accepted for exactly what I am.
But meanwhile I've once again asserted myself fully in teevee land. Watching Law and Order for my Spastic Pirate fix [that's what I call Sam Waterston], and LA Law for my dose of 80s fashion. I'm taping Highlander for Meethos <thud>, skimming As the World Turns for Paul Leyden shots, and of course, Farscape. I've been a little more active on the ML lately, mostly since I'm going to Iowa in a week for the ShipperCon. Iowa. My excuse is to corrupt farm boys. Hee.
Dude, Rocky and Bullwinkle and that Backstreet Boys song...something is seriously wrong here.
Dionne just informed that Alex may be having another party in a month or so; Catholic School Girls and Dirty Old Men. Dude, THAT I can do! I told Dionne that we're going to have to go on a search for those damned Britney Spears pink puffy tribbles. This may involve a trip to Wet Seal. I'll have to get my shots updated.
