This is my first entry from the new laptop, which is fantastic, by the way.
They’re doing some kind of special dinner thing at work, and even though today would already be long enough as it was just because of the special dinner thing, they want us in there an hour early. Blah.
It’s been a while since I posted a real update—one that wasn’t all dreams—but there hasn’t been much happening of late that is postable. My boyfriend is completely fabulous, as always. He made me dinner on Friday, and it was very good, although he claims he can’t cook. (He cooks better than I do, anyway.) We went to the Highland Games yesterday, which was much fun, and then out to eat with Cort and crew.
All right, I’ll finish updating after work.
Work ended up being a lot of fun tonight, surprisingly. When we arrived, an hour early, we had about ten bags of confetti to randomly throw around, and at each other. We were also each given one of those party popper things, and once we finally figured out the correct way to open and then point them, we were shooting those off, too.
When dinner was over, we decided to help sweep, since we’d made most of the mess, and I went to fetch three spare brooms, two of the semi-okay black ones, and the one rather good brown one, and I approached Michelle and said, “Suit up; I play Seeker.”
Michelle snatched the brown one and said, “That’s fine, but I get the Firebolt.”
So we swept for about half an hour, and then chased each other around the floor on the brooms while people batted balloons around for us to beat and seek.
Here’s an amusing tale about the Highland Games. At one point, I was standing by a tent kissing The Mormon, when I felt something against my hair. I ignored it—what I thought it was was just one of those oversized, rather stupid bumblebees that is always flying into you by accident because it doesn’t know where it’s going. So I sort of brushed my hand under my hair to ensure it was gone, and went on kissing The Mormon.
Then I heard Milo’s voice say, “What was that?” and realized, of course, that it had been Milo flicking my hair. He and his sister had planned to meet us there at some point, but neither of them had their cell phones on them, so we had no idea when or where that was going to be.
I turned to look at him and said, “Oh, I thought you were a bug.”
I don’t know if he heard me or not, but…how great is that?
I feel sort of bad—I don’t want to give the impression that I have anything against Milo, because I don’t, at least not so far as him being my friend goes. He’s a very good friend. But I mean…well, what I mean is, even if he wanted me now, I would seriously make him wait, and if I never came around, that’d be his problem. He’s lost. I don’t even care if he gets jealous or not. (Although you can’t possibly blame me for enjoying it if he does.) I realize that almost every mention of him these days sounds like I really resent him; but he’s still my friend, so anything I say against him is merely against that side of him, not the friend side. If that makes any sense.
The Mormon, who, by the way, brought me Gryffindor-colored flowers the other night for absolutely no reason, told me he talked to L’Owen, from whom I hadn’t heard anything for a while. I miss having stories about L’Owen. Coincidentally, I was actually just wondering this morning if The Mormon had talked to him recently. He said he mentioned me to L’Owen, who commented that he’d noticed us getting pretty close last semester, that we were spending a lot of time together. So when The Mormon told him he’s sort of seeing me, L’Owen got all excited and his voice rose like it does when he’s excited, and he and Know-It-All, who was also in the room at the time, started teasing him. That’s just such a hilarious mental image. He mentioned going to the Highland Games with me, and L’Owen was all, “You’re going on a real date with your girlfriend!”
I can picture it all so easily. I just think it’s funny that even L’Owen, apparently, saw it all coming before I did.
Oh, I forgot to tell about my birthday! It was very lovely. I went to The Olive Garden with the family and Nicole and The Mormon and Spidermonkey. When we asked for a table for eight, and they asked what our name was, I told them Seinfeld. (I figured out of all the names I could have given them, that one would be the most embarrassing to Psychobrat and Spidermonkey should they show up late enough to have to ask. They didn’t.)
Then the next night at work, there were these three guys in my line, all three of whom I recognize, but only one whom I know by name. He was asking me how my weekend went, and I told him my birthday happened, and when he asked how old I’d turned and I told him, he said, “No way! You’re 21? I had no idea!”
The guy behind him overheard this and said, “You’re 21? You are not. There’s no way! I can’t believe that! Are you really? 21? Damn!” And then he turned to the guy behind him and said, “Did you know she’s 21? Can you believe that?”
The guy behind him said, “You really don’t look it.”
I thanked them all. That’s a compliment, in my opinion.
I just found it funny that my entire line was aghast that I’m older than they thought. It’s because they’re all freshmen, so they don’t know I was there last year.
Okay, that’s about all, so I’m ending this here, with a solitary lament that the roof of my mouth is burnt presently and very uncomfortable.