Dahn at the Brahn

[radiumgirl]

 Xander, my old roommate, the one who was awesome because he would marathon Supernatural with me but sucked because in every other sense, he was a whiny, lazy, annoying-as-shit roommate, visited my brother for the weekend. I drove up to IUP for the night on Friday because I don't hate Xander...I just hate the idea of living with him.

So, we went to the Brown and it was a lovely time. Really. Xander came, and my brother, and Scrawny!Jared, who is named as such because he holds a startling resemblance to our dear Mr. Padalecki, except, well, he's probably a good foot shorter, and alot alot alot skinnier. In fact, I'm pretty certain that our Jared could probably bench press Scrawny!Jared without much effort.

But still, Scrawny!Jared is fun. He plays the cello. I used to openly lust for him, and he would, in turn, play it up so hard. On my twenty-third birthday, he walked around the party in his underwear and said it was his present to me.

It was a good gang, good music, good crowd. Don-the-Bouncer came and tossed a quarter at my cleavage for old times.

Scrawny!Jared and I actually had a nice conversation about long-distance relationships. I mentioned how I'm moving to Michigan at the end of the summer and he was like, "OMG I'm moving to Ireland this summer!"

"Ireland? Ireland beats Michigan every time, dude. What's in Ireland?" Except, I was pretty drunk at this point, so it probably came out more like, "Was'n Irlan?"

"You remember Joy? My girlfriend?"

"Irish Joy? We called her Irish Joy."

"I know. She thought it was funny. But yeah, her."

"She went back to the old country, eh?"

"Yeah. She lives outside of Belfast, but I'm going with her. After school."

"NO SHIT! That's awesome!" And I gave him a big stupid sloppy hug and bought us both a bottle of Duquesne which was on special, and we toasted to "Long distance relationships and the shit we do for the people we love."

Xander pointed out that we had gone the entire evening without trying to feel one another up and it was unnerving and he didn't like it. Scrawny!Jared and I spared a moment to glare at him, before going back to our Big Dreams and beer.

"D'you love Irish Joy?" I asked.

Scrawny!Jared grinned and nodded and his hair flopped in his eyes. I pushed it away, "Good. I love Owen. We're going to get married. You should come. Bring Irish Joy."

We left a little bit after one, hit up Sheetz for sandwiches and Gatorade. It was quiet and I remember the entire night with no blackouts or anything. So, I was sorely disappointed to wake up yesterday morning with the mother of all hangovers.

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[tahirire.livejournal.com]

That sounds awesome. :)

[radiumgirl.livejournal.com]

It was! XD

[thinlizzy2.livejournal.com]

I find the whole idea of Scrawny!Jared totally endearing. It's just so cute.

[radiumgirl.livejournal.com]

Scrawny!Jared is awesome. We once had a conversation that went along these lines (with slurring and inebriation, of course):

"Y'look like Jared Padalecki."

"Who the fuck is that?"

*runs down hallway to grab SPN DVD, shoves it in Scrawny!Jared's face upon return*

"I look like him? I don't see it."

"I do."

"Well, that's the important part. And women find him attractive?"

"V'ry attractive. Yes. He has all the attractiveness."

[si-star-x.livejournal.com]

Heh. Your conversation about love sounds adorable. I remember most of my night. I remember the taxi, eating spicy 'hareesha' on crackers and feeling my mouth burning up. Why did I eat that? Paul - not my Paul - gay Paul, just recently came back from Tunisia. He has a man over there called Ahmed who is cute and obviously they have a relationship. Paul helps him financially through college. He's a rich guy and at sixty he just works a couple of days a week. This is going somewhere... Wait, no it's not. I remember kissing Paul on the lips to try and convince Richard to kiss Paul on the lips - we told him Sumair would give him a blowjob if we went back to his, 'cause the bar, although lovely, was dead. So we went back to his, bought 12 cans of Carling beer on the way back and the three guys and me went to Paul's.

I remember leafing through his collection of old vinyl's - bay city rollers, David Bowie and LOTS of Donna Summer. I also remember spilling beer on his garage floor and then attempting to lick it up. I was alone at the time, aha. I heard them say "lock her in" so I held onto the key the whole time.

We left him with eight cans of beer, but I didn't pay for them otherwise I wouldn't have left them!

I might still be a little drunk, head feels fine but stomach's not so good. I s'pose lying in bed on my stomach right now doesn't help really. I've gotta poke my Paul awake now, he's going to his law firm today to help out. I don't have any plans, we'll see. I think tidying the bedroom is in order, as is some fic writing and watching SPN. I've claimed three of the hoodie_time prompts and it's very exciting!

[radiumgirl.livejournal.com]

It was adorable! Especially since most of our conversations usually consist of "Can-I-touch-your-abs-can-I-pinch-your-ass?"

This is going somewhere... Wait, no it's not

This is where alot of my own conversations go. Haha. Especially when recounting nights of fun and shenanigans. <3

Gay!Paul sounds like a blast. I'd totally rock out with his album collection. I would also never let go of the key after overhearing that conversations either, haha.

I woke up at 4:30 today. I usually get up at 5, then hit snooze until 5:30. I'm trying to train myself to get up earlier because my office is relocating at the end of the week, closer to the city, adding about half an hour to my commute. DO NOT WANT. The earlier I get to work, the earlier I can leave, and now, with the added time, I'm going to want to be able to leave earlier.

Prompts! Those are quite exciting. I spent a decent amount of time yesterday working on some original stuff and vegetating in front of the TV. I watched Catch me if you Can and Girl, Interrupted, and I was about to break out Ten Inch Hero for the Jensen!Kilt, but I decided to go to sleep.

Hope you feel better soon! My head felt like crap the morning after my shenanigans, which in turn, made my stomach feel like crap. I pulled over twice to barf on the drive home because I am classy.

[si-star-x.livejournal.com]

Great. Now I'm picturing Gay!Paul in a fez. Thanks for that image!

It was a really good night, I had the obligatory "semi-drunken discussions with your manager" and to be fair, I did a damn better job that I would've done sober. We primary spoke about my Social Work placements and then went on to bitch about primary education and the 'postcode lottery' in allocating care services and school allocation. I felt good afterwards, like I'd made a valid contribution to the night. Although, she was stone cold sober and might've just been nodding to satisfy me. Nah. It was awesome.

We also had some in-depth (also mostly-drunken) discussions about religion. Sumair is a Sikh, so he was explaining which principals of the religion he follows. Obviously not the 'no alcohol' rule. Heh. He's really funny drunk, I think at least half of our department just go to see him get pee'd and dance. Saying that, I didn't dance nearly enough last night. The guys aren't as dancey as the girls, and the girls all disappeared early - apparently there was another work-related party on Friday night and they all got completely wasted then, and all of them bought their cars as in incentive to say sober. It's a good ploy.

Dude, if you're still considering asking for a reallocation of work, getting up at 4:30 in the morning is totally a justified reason for asking for a transfer. What time do you have to go to bed at night for that?

I'm tempted to have a SPN and movie day, but then I really, really have a craving for seafood, like crab and prawns and sushi and plan to shower, get the bus to Birmingham city centre and buy some. Nomnomno.

I just looked in my purse and realised that I spent relatively little last night. I spent around £20 on drinks and chips, but then the taxi cost £15 home shared with the two guys, and we all put £5 which was fairly reasonable. I'm sure they would've tried to charge me £20+ for that journey home if I was on my own. Last time we did the same trip with two extra people drops they charged over £30, it was obscene.

I feel okay now, had another little sleep now just sitting at my computer - which is far easier to type on than my phone! - and planning to go have a shower. My jumper is covered in cat hairs, d'aww. I will post some pictures of the cat later. There are many bonus!pictures on my phone of my cleavage and the cat where I was trying to emo picture the two of us. It was only semi-successful. Hee. ♥

I bought a Hello Kitty purse yesterday too. I needed a purse as I had a bag but money just in a little risky pocket, and of course instead of going for one of the sensible, grown up purses, I went for HK with blue stripes and red sparkles and "J'adore" and "Hello Kitty" written across it. Totally me although not nearly grown up enough.

Hope your day starts off well. HAPPY MONDAY. I like Monday, means I get five whole days of nothing. Although I should really do something constructive. Yeah. Shower.

[radiumgirl.livejournal.com]

Your icon is amazing. Dean Winchester approves of your shenanigans.

I love drunken religion conversations. They're amazing. They're right up there with drunken life-after-university conversations, and of course, the drunken boss conversation. I texted Gabe while I was at the Brown the other night and said, "I love you platonically and I don't think I tell you that enough." and he was like, "You're drunk, aren't you?"

He knows how we work. Heh.

I want to relocate so bad. I go to bed at like, 9:30 or 10 now. I asked around though, and apparently, my temp company doesn't work like that. Your assignment is your assignment. Deal with it. So. I'll suck it up, and if it's truly unbearable, I'll ask Adventureland for more hours and just quit the Evil Empire. I'd be taking a $5 paycut/hour if I do that though...so...I'm going to try really hard to make it work. ):

Stupid money.

Your Hello Kitty purse sounds awesome. I love Hello Kitty. I want to get a Hello Kitty stormtrooper decal for my car. Hello Kitty + Star Wars = win.

Enjoy your shower! I'm heading off to work. I'm the only admin in today. Hopefully, Boss will be in the other building too. I would throw a small party in my cube if that happened.

[si-star-x.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure who I snagged the icon off but I love it so. It fits well into many of my conversations.

It's amazing how you tell somebody you love them and automatically it's "are you drunk?" or in my case, with Paul, "what have you done?!". Drunk does things to people. I found myself hugging and kissing work colleagues on the cheek yesterday and normally I'm not like that. I like my drunk though, I'm happy and laughy whereas some people suck. The guys were literally falling asleep in the living room whilst gay!Paul and I were in his kitchen talking about travelling and eating hareesha. I'd say I outdrank the guys, but I had about six whereas I'm sure they were past counting on their fingers. Men. *Shakes head.*

I hope it works out for you, I mean... at least it's only for the time being, right? And at least you get to check out your e-mails and write when you're at work, so it's not like you get home, have a couple of hours to do stuff and then can't do anything fun until the next day. 'Cause talking to me is definitely fun. <3

I'm okay with money for this month due to our yearly bonus, but I have to start being careful otherwise I'll spend it all before payday. I usally have a week before the 25th of each month where I am scraping the barrel, but at least I can get Paul's Mom to buy food etc, and I did give her £300 this month from my bonus, so... I should be housed and well-fed for the near future.

I didn't get showered yet. *Facepalm* I'm going now though. Right now.

[radiumgirl.livejournal.com]

Haha, I get the "What did you do?" from Owen sometimes. Or, "What do you want?"

My drunk tends to have levels. Rooney and Arlo actually drew a chart of my drunk levels once at a party in an attempt to get all the other guests to monitor me and stop me before we got to "Bawling like a Bitch." Apparently, my ideal level is somewhere after "Sloppy" but before "Over-analytical." IDK. It didn't work.

At most, this will be another six months. My brother is 99.9% sure that he landed an internship for the summer, which means he'll graduate on time, get into grad school on time, and be able to support himself on time, leaving me free to move to Kalamazoo ON TIME. Once he knows about his internship for certain, I want to nail down an exact date so that I have something to look forward to and work towards. I'm thinking Labor Day Weekend, which is the first weekend in September. Owen will have the weekend off because it's a holiday, so he SHOULD be avaliable to help me get settled in.

OR, maybe I'll quit the Evil Empire the week preceeeding Labor Day, and work at Advetureland full-time through the holiday because they offer a holiday bonus to those of us who stick around, and then move on Tuesday or something. I just wouldn't have Owen's help.

WE'LL SEE. I mean, it's going to depend on whether or not I have a job by then too. But I'm not giving the Evil Empire more than six more months. No way. Just thinking about it makes me want to barf. Then again, April 3rd is my four-month anniversary, and I can't believe it's been that long already, so, maybe, if I'm stuck here, it'll go faster than I think.

Except...I might be losing e-mail awesomeness. Our new offices have different types of cubicles. The ones we're in now are like mini-offices, with four walls, so they're rather private (as far as cubicles go) and as long as I'm careful no one can see what's on my screen, really.

The new cubicles are less-awesome. Like, I'm pretty much going to be sharing a desk. UGH.

I'll see what I can do though. I like talking to you. <3

[si-star-x.livejournal.com]

Boo to desk-share!

My drunk chart would literally go: "happy, reallyhappy, unable to see properly, asleep".

I'm so glad things are looking good for your brother! YAY!

I've just bought myself a big salad for lunch and I'm adding prawns an' it's going to be awesome. The downside is I've bribed myself: no food until bedroom = tidy. So, I'd better get on with that. Our room is full of empty bottles and full bottles and laundry to be put away and general crap. It's rubbish day today, so it's best to get rid of stuff today and put the bottles out front before Paul's Mom gets home and then the plan is that she'll never known we're borderline alcohol dependent. :D Although, the sight of the alcohol we have is making me feel sick at the moment, so that's a good thing, right? RIGHT! Well... until tomorrow, when I'm completely sober and the idea of alcohol gets nice again. Mm.

Wheeeee. I love talking to you. I totally missed you this weekend when you weren't around.

[radiumgirl.livejournal.com]

Your drunk chart sounds awesome. I think mine has asleep on there somewhere, but every time I tell a story about a night out that ends with "...and then I fell asleep" Owen always asks, "Did you fall asleep or did you pass out, because there IS a difference, you know."

Yeeeeah.

I bribe myself like that with writing! I've been doing it all weekend. Like, "Ok, self, write two pages of something original and you can write two pages of Sam n' Dean. Okay? OKAY?"

Not okay. It was a fail weekend as far as writing was concerned.

I missed you this weekend too! I tried to get online on Saturday night after the bar, but I couldn't get Katrina's laptop to connect to the internet, and I got mad at it and fell asleep. It's probably for the best. I would have totally violated my no-drinking-and-LJ rule. And it would have totally been like, five in the morning for you anyway.

BUT STILL. IT'S THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS! Lol.

[si-star-x.livejournal.com]

YES! DEFINITELY THE THOUGHT! Almost like... I was going to buy you an awesome birthday present, but... I didn't. *Grin*

When is your birthday? I could look at your profile, but... I'll just ask here. Mine's May 22nd and I'll be 22. *Gasp* I still feel 18.

I just had to capture and fly-spray-to-death a huge wasp. It was buzzing behind the net curtains and scared the crap out of me. I then flushed it down the toilet, just for good measure.

N'awww... two pages of Sam 'n' Dean just isn't enough. Did I tell you about my dream? Where I was kissing Dean? I probably did. It was the best kiss ever. *Sigh*

I've only ever been drunk to the point of not remembering ONCE, and after the week of hell that followed... NEVER AGAIN. NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER. I remember saying to Richard last night "like, I'm pissed out of my head, but I'm still aware of what I'm doing", I drank quite a lot but over five hours or so, whereas when I had the halloween-from-hell, I drank nearly two bottles of wine in an hour. Fuck.

'Kay, bottles are suitably hidden under the bed, empties are in the bin... TIME FOR FOOD!

[radiumgirl.livejournal.com]

My birthday is February 19th. I just turned 24. I'm already dreading 25. Then again, it feels like everything after 21 is pointless. Owen and I are OLD.

I hate bees. I HATE bees. I used to get stung all the time when I worked in rides. Last year, whenever I bee would get into the Guest Services building, I would barricade myself in the bathroom until someone killed it. I'm not even allergic. It's not even really the sting. It's the buzzing. The buzzing freaks me out.

Kissing Dean would be the most epic dream ever. Haha. Right up there with climbing Sam like a tree.

I've been drunk to the point of not remembering far too many times in my life. It used to be kinda fun, letting other people fill in the gaps for me, but I really overdid it one day and it legitimately scared Owen, which is one of the factors that has been motivating me to cut back. I drank an entire box of wine by myself in less than 12 hours. It was BAD.

My first big-kid-college party was actually a Halloween-from-hell. It involved jungle juice and white carpeting. Yeeeah.

[si-star-x.livejournal.com]

The buzzing! Aggh! When I was at a little theme park last summer, I folded my arms across my chest and there was a wasp on my shirt. It stung me on my hand and goddamn that hurt for a while. I once stood on a wasp barefoot and got stung that way too. I should really be more careful.

Seriously. This dream about kissing Dean? The. Best. Dream. Ever. It felt so real, like, really real. I remember him being rough and us being close and.. *dies* It was amazing.

I think I dreamt about you the same night. There was a tidal wave somewhere, and you'd recorded it on video and you were on the news. I was somewhere with somebody and kept saying "that's my friend!" - it was strange. I dream about a whole lot of strange.

[radiumgirl.livejournal.com]

Oooh. Once, when I was working at Adventureland, a bee went down the back of my shirt, except I didn't realize it was a bee. So I felt this THING tickling my back, and I smacked it. That was a bad life choice. It got me right near the bra strap, so it kept rubbing ALL DAY. Later that same day, a guest got stung by a bee and she insisted that I call first aid (not because she was allergic, but because she didn't want to walk to the first aid buildling, PS: she was stung on the elbow) and I was like like, "STOP BEING A WUSSY."

Except, in my head, not to her face. I am tactful sometimes. SOMETIMES.

You know what sucks worse though? HORSE FLIES. You might get to avoid them, being in a city, but we have pony rides at the park, and they come around now and then. They're huge and they bite and when they bite, they don't let go. You have to freaking PULL them off. I always swell up worse from a fly bite than a bee sting. I haven't been bitten in awhile though. Thank goodness.

I have strange dreams too. I never get awesome Winchester dreams though. Mostly I get my mother giving me a box with a dead cat in it. I think its a metaphor for our relationship or something. :/

[si-star-x.livejournal.com]

I don't think we get horse flies, and I'm glad, 'cause they sound like spawn of the devil.

I remember in psychology we studied dreams and the different possibilities for why we dream. I always think I end up dreaming about the last things I think about when I go to sleep; I don't tend to have any 'road to the unconscious mind' dreams, just... random.

I'm going to start prepping veg for tea now. I'm going to take some podfic with me so it'll be a little more interesting.

[radiumgirl.livejournal.com]

Horse flies truely are the spawn of the devil. They are horrible. HORRIBLE. In fact, their continued existance is entirely unacceptable.

Now that I think harder about it, I think I had ONE random Sam n' Dean dream. I was on the bus during After School Special, at the end. Yep. Boring. Totally beats the dead cat though.

I don't have enough podfic in my life. I'm too lazy to go looking for it. I DO have a ton of pdf fic on my Kindle though. Hehe.

[si-star-x.livejournal.com]

One is better than none. <3 I still need my tree o' Sam dream though.

I have two podfics that I listen to over and over and over. It's quite sad, really. BUT they are awesome.

I've prepped up all of my vegetables for tea now and managed to do so without major injury, which is of course an achievement in itself. It's a bit sunny at the moment, so taking my notebook outside for some inspiration. Good times.

[radiumgirl.livejournal.com]

We all need a tree o' Sam. Or a tree o' Jared. Hee. <3

I just got back from lunch. I had a fail salad. I'm supposed to be stuffing envelopes, but we ran out of said envelopes, so now I'm waiting for replacements. I have to RSVP a bridal shower later (I meant to call during lunch, but forgot) and pay my cable bill on the way home, where there is a pile of dishes waiting for me. Heh. I hate Mondays.

Is it warm today? It was cold when I came to work, but it'll probably heat up by the time I leave. The sun is out. :)

[si-star-x.livejournal.com]

Ick. Dishes are not fun. I'll have to wash up later after tea, 'cause I'm using about four saucepans. X___X

I'm really tired, which is funny because I haven't done anything today. I didn't even have a late night, I went about 1am-ish, which is good for me.

I didn't go out in the end, I started tidying up instead!

[radiumgirl.livejournal.com]

I'm a saucepan junkie. I use them for EVERYTHING, and then I have a bazillion of them soaking in my sink. Oh, and cereal bowls, at the moment. There's this almond cereal that I'm currently obsessed with, and I destroyed a box of the stuff over the weekend, and now I have like, six bowls just chilling in the sink. *facepalm*

Tidying up is good! It's constructive! You may not have stayed out late, but you packed alot of shenanigans into your relatively-early night!

[si-star-x.livejournal.com]

Yay for saucepans! \o/ For a moment you were saying you had been using a saucepan for your cereal, haha.

I just had to try and fix my journal, 'cause I'd been clicking something that meant my journal posts haven't been showing up on friends pages. I was feeling especially unloved lately, but this apparently was the cause.

Now you tell me, no, no... everthing's been on there, you're just being ignored, heh. I might just get shouted at today for spamming now, as I've changed the date to today.

*Hides*

Just waiting for Paul to get home and then it's time for tea - I am so hungry now! I enjoyed my prawn salad, but now I want real, hot food.

[radiumgirl.livejournal.com]

LJ is so pesky sometimes. I'll have to catch-up when I get home! I've been trying to wean myself off of real!LJ in preparation for the move to the new office, hence, I've only been responding via email. :(

I'm so hungry. My salad didn't cut it today. I think I'm going to make a sandwich when I get home. I bought flatbread yesterday. NOM.

[si-star-x.livejournal.com]

I know, I had to change over to gmail and everything just to get notifications!

I'm off to make tea, speak soon. <3

[kalliel]

I think I've told this to you a million times already, but I love the slices of life you share with us. I love them a lot. :)

[radiumgirl.livejournal.com]

<3