I don't think I've addressed the purpose of Cinema too often. I don't think I've addressed the purpose of any of my worlds too much further than talking about their inspiration.
As I've thought about creating and adding things to the world of Cinema I've picked up a few habits. From it's name being 'Cinema' to the characters loving old movies to this year deciding that the theater they go to is the Retro Cinema. The Retro is a theater that shows movies thirty years or older. As I've thought of that and chapter titles and themes I've come to an understanding about why Cinema is important to me.
The characters were originally some throw away characters I drew when I was depressed and couldn't draw my normal stuff. Alphabet was a joke, making fun of my self. She wasn't even the first one drawn, Davey was first. He was the star, but Alpha quickly became top dog in the world. Smyth was their third, the most level headed of them. There was originally only one chapter, but it blossomed. The cast grew. Sephy, Aster, Suma, Beta were all added in a few weeks of creating Alpha, Davey, and Smyth. Micha showed up in 2007, Jayden a bit later in 2007 early 2008 and most recently in 2009 an unnamed kid who has an interest in Sephy. I've also drawn Alpha's father at least once.
Wow I'm all over the place with this. Back to the main four, Alpha, Davey, Smyth and Sephy. These four characters love film and movies. They spend their time going to the RC every weekend pretty much. Aster, Alpha's younger brother, also has an intense interest in movies, and is out to make his own and Alpha and crew get enlisted to help him make these 'masterpieces'. Their lives pretty much revolve around film.
What I've learned from the Four, and the supporting cast is that they have a deep love tor the 20th Century. Cinema, I think, is a way for me to honor things from or about the 20th century. They love and damn near worship old film, but they also love modern, present films. They're just as happy seeing big blockbusters as they are seeing a 50's B-movie. They emulate what they see in these movies. But through my character's love for things of the 1900s, I think it shows my own love, or at least appreciation for these things. I have chapters planned called things like 'discotheque' and 'delicatessen' because those words are awesome, but they're also things that were big at different times of the 20th century.
The point for Cinema for me, I think, is for me to have a world where I can explore some aspects of the 20th century with modern characters. These characters have, and will gain, the ability to have intelligent discussions on film. They have leanings toward careers that are in the movies, in differing aspects of movies. If they're not in film, they'll still have that deep love and appreciation. With Cinema I have an excuse to watch more older movies and see a broad array of things.
It's great to see how they've grown. This is the first image of them of ever I think. They're may be a doodle before this, but this is the first. A more recent pic of them. And a collection of them from my sketch blog. I love these characters and hope that anything I do is worthy of them and their love of film, and I'm interested in seeing what I learn as I write their stories. This jumped all over the place, but I did get to what I wanted to talk about, I think.
Jasmine P.
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August 21, 2009
April 3, 2009
100 and Epic
So, this is my 100th journal, and do I have a lot of things to say. I seriously don't have the time right now to write, but here are some bullets that will give you a small taste of what's to come, and it will remind me off the many things I'd like to cover.
Well, this has taken me so long to get around to writing, that it has ended up being more more epic recant of my past week, for the most part. So, here we go, after putting it all off, let's get this ball rolling.
On Sunday I got a text message from Glenn asking someone to go to some meeting that Rec Sports is having on Monday. I think nothing of it, and say I can go. Monday rolls around and I'm so bone tired I fall asleep in three of my four classes, and I don't think my teacher's really noticed. I do my usual of hitting up the apartment to get my things for my afternoon math class because the meeting is 3-4 and that class starts at 4:20. I get into the meeting a few minutes late after reading more pages of 'My Uncomfortably Boring-Ass Life'. I walk past a small group of students and think nothing of it. Inside the meeting room Dr. Holt and some other people from the Rec Sports President's meetings that I've been to once a month are there and we're finally told that this is an appeals council.
Over Spring Break, Mar 9-13 our Crew club broke some rules and allowed a suspended member of the team to go on the trip, have an under age kid drive a rented truck, and another kid who hadn't passed the swim test to get into a boat on the water. It's a country and probably world wide rule that you need to pass a swim test which is swimming a few laps and treading water, before being allowed into a boat. These kids we were seeing on Monday were regular members of the club, not officers, but this is also the first I'd heard of anything so I was eventually filled in on what had happened back in October.
In October, it got back to ODU that members of the crew team were rowing without lights on their boats, and with many people who hadn't passed their swim test. Last semester's president and vice president were suspended and barred from ever holding an office at ODU ever. So this is some heavy shit that the same club has come back under fire so soon for some more stupid shit. We eventually decide that these kids lift their suspension for the rest of the semester, so only 4 weeks, and I think we gave them a probation for this coming fall semester, so if they're in the rowing club and some shit goes down that they're a part of, their infractions from this semester could cause them to have a more severe punishment. So Monday's meeting ended and we dispersed. The punishment isn't read to them until the following day because we ran out of time on Monday. For the sake of the story, I'll continue onto Tuesday's proceedings.
On Tuesday during Activity Hour we see one more member, hand down the same punishment, from the previous group. He had a class and was unable to make the initial meeting. We see the officers on Tuesday and we start from the club secretary who has failed her swim test and prior to the suspensions being handed out, was told by the other officers she was not allowed to participate because she had failed her swim test. But she was still on the water and in trouble when Rec Sports handed out their suspensions, this was an appeals process because these students didn't seem apologetic for putting ODU into a bad public light and giving their club the biggest black mark damn near available, well, given it's a student run organization, their idiocy was supreme. This girl knew about two days prior that the suspended president from the fall was going on the trip and did nothing to prevent him from coming. Her punishment was upholding her suspension and putting her on probation until December 2009. She also has the special requirement for completing all club paperwork and having to complete a swim test before being allowed to do anything really with the club.
The club Treasurer found out the ex-pres was going on their training trip when he was going over who had paid, so he knew only a few days prior to the trip. His punishment was just upholding his suspension and a fall semester probation. The VP knew the ex pres was going a full week before the trip. He accepted the President's [faulty] decision to allow this other kid to go because he knew more than what the current members did. His punishment was the same as the treasurer, but i think there was one other thing.
The President was the ring leader of this little charade. She decided on her own to allow this suspended kid to go on the trip because she figured he could help an outside coach at the place they were headed as a second pair of eyes. This coach they were going to has had some Olympic training, and a slew of other credentials, but this current president figured it wasn't enough and brought a suspended kid, who had been 'rowing in his own boat at the same time and same location as the club boats' on the trip. The suspended kid also drove a rented vehicle, and you can't drive rented vehicles until 21, he was 19. He was a liability issue, and she fucked with the honor code. That's all some pretty serious shit. Our pronouncement for her was she's not allowed to be an officer in that club ever again. She is suspended the rest of this academic year, and on probation until this December. We decided not to send her to the Honor Council, but Rec Sports still has the ability to have her referred to them because they went around the heads of their own department for a few reasons. They went to the Dean of Students to be allowed on this trip, they tried to get sent to a different department of ODU because they thought the black marks from the fall would be erased, but learned that is not the case. She also allowed the suspended kid, only 19, to drive the rented vehicle full of club equipment, and if there had been an accident, they would have fucked with some other Dead at ODU because he paid for the truck rental with his own card. So they were all sorts of wrong.
This all taught me, and the fencing club, who i recounted these tales of crime and punishment to quite promptly at practice Tuesday evening, to a) don't do stupid shit to go up in front of the council in the first place. b) make sure there's no photo evidence. c) just plain don't do it, it's stupid dangerous bullshit.
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To round out Monday, I decided I've been spending too much time on my computer and not just reading, so I take my time and read more of Kevin Smith's second book, My Uncomfortably Boring Ass Life until House Starts. Monday's House was interesting since the perspective was from inside the patient's head. Not hearing the differentials nor the character interaction, aside from how they acted at the bedside, was different. Then, right when House was going to drop some science and finally declare what the disease, my Glenn finally calls. I'd sent him a vague text message talking a bit about the meeting, but he doesn't have the chance to call me until then, when I miss House saving the same. Boo. I rounded out my evening reading until ten-thirty then decide 'fuck it, i need sleep' and hit the bed early.
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Tuesday, Mar 31
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I sleep until 9:30 which is sweet. I get sidetracked by the internet, and don't go to my geology class. I go the part 2 of the epic meeting of drama and punishment then head over the hospital to have all my joyful stitches removed from two, three weeks now, ago from my surgery on the 12th.
I get there and when I check in my appointment has disappeared from the books. What happened is when I went in the week after my surgery because I was worried about how I was healing and in pain that I needed more percocet my real appointment for my stitches to be removed was erased. I got to sit around for about 45minutes, so I read, waiting for my name to be called. Finally, as I'm getting really bored with just waiting, and wanting to go to sleep, and I'm incredibly hungry at this point having not eaten anything all day, I get called. Dr Reed removes the stitches and seriously, one stitch from each set, under each arm, and on his side of my groin, hurt like all hell. I was good about not flinching, but it hurt.
I giggle to more SMod while I hit up WalGreens for more gauze, bandages and some candy. Snacks in tow, I get back to campus and eat my other piece of sirloin I made on Sunday. The mirowave is apparently broken, so I heat my food in the oven, just waiting to eat. I haven't eaten since the previous evening, so this was like, epic hunger. I read a bit more before practice then walk to the gym to hang with the fencers and tell them about everything with the rowing club and their terrible faux pas, but I seem to be the only one to understand the brevity of the situation. Yeah, it wasn't us, but if it ever is, it's highly awkward, and embarassing because the majority of the college campus totally knew about it, the suspensions. I'd rather not have people know that shit happened to us if it did. We're still working at making a good name for ourselves before we go and make a bad one.
I'm feeling hungry, so I hit up IHOP with Nicole, Andrew and Nick. The four of us get out awesome waitress from when the Ficus and I were at IHOP over Spring Break. She was just as snarky, so just as much fun to have.
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Wednesday
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Wednesday is a painful day. I'm just getting used to not having the stitches, so every gat damned motion hurts, again, but now because grativy is taking it's toll on my aching flesh. I go to class on perc because I decide I won't do it without the painkillers. This is a day I decide I need them and by dammit, I have them. I make it through english, they start to kick in at Borjo where I just get sluggish. Not really tired, I'm just not really responsive. I get through the time, then I have a happy fun-time test in Logic. Fucking sucks. I blast through it in bout 30 min, then sit in psych early. Today we learn about Levinson's theory of adult develpment which follows the importance of having a dream. There's also Super, and some third dude, but the third dude is one I find intriguing because back in 2007 i think, I wrote a journal about me andanalysing myself and my career options. This makes me want to write, so I curse that I need to get off campus because the following day is my sister's birthday, and I had yet to buy her a gift.
Post Psych class, I run off campus and by my sister a 20$ gift card to gamestop, and this awesome card that's like a banner. I decide I have the time, so I hit up Local Heroes and buy a few new trades, Empowered and Kev Smith's first Green Arrow trade. I wanted to get Joe Quesada's book that had to do with his interaction with Hollywood, but that book was $35, and I was also spending 30 on two trades. I was also going to grab Frank Miller's second Daredevil since I'd read the first trade last year, but had to hold off because that was another $20, and i needed to save a little.
Get back to campus, go to math and dose midway through the class. I also doodle me in the Invader Zim style on something I have to turn in, thinking it's my personal notes. We're having a homework test on Monday, maybe I'll actually do my work for this one....maybe. Won't hurt my grade. After class I decide I don't want another cafeteria meal, so I call Za and Nicole and we hit up La Herradura. Well, it's me and Nicole because Za's apparently not feeling too well. Dinner was good, I got some burritos. It was all awesome until paying because our friggin' waitress left us sitting for at least 30 min before picking up the tab. What the hell? Bad tip because of that.
Nicole asks me to be a part of a little stidy for her english class. All I have to do is take a fish oil pill every day for two weeks, and a prelim quiz and another in two weeks. It was easy enough, aside from the sudoku, and one or two questions, I believe i got everything else correct. It was just a tedious hour.
I head back to the apatment, play on the internet for an hour then go to bed deciding I need sleep.
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Thuesday
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I get up today and end up wasting a whole mess of time because my roommate's 9:30 has been canceled. I would have taken an early shower and lounged around until my 11:00 class, I end up waiting. Shower's don't take forever, it's drying enough that tape will stick to me so my bandages actually work for the following ~24 hours. I BS some more then go to class, and get there late. I'm also busy trying to get some stuff together, I mail my sister's gift, so she should get it tomorrow, I hope. Hmm, I'm bored in geology then I print out some stuff during Activity Hour before hitting up Del Vich's for two slices of cheese pizza. I carry them to yhe geology building because I have class at 1:30 and it's after 1 as is. I listen to SMod 52 while eating before my class.
Lab is mad easy, then I go off campus...why....I remember. I rented Slacker, Sold Out a Threevening With Kevin Smith and The Lords of Dog Town from the Naro for the weekend. Get back to campus and decide to spend some flex points before the semester is out on some ice cream and some vitamin water from Whitehurst. I run into Za and Josh, her boyfriend before getting back to the apt. We three chat for a time, then I watch Slacker. I end up dosing while watching the movie, so I back track and re-watch half the movie while I made some frankfurters for dinner, and some fries. I'm mildly annoyed because I have no ketchup because, I assume, the MB used it, the cunt. I use hot water to warm up from nacho cheese and eat that on my franks and the fries I'd made. it works out well enough, but not the same as that awesome tomato-y sauce of delicious.
Hit the internet until practice. I'm very uninspired and melancholy at practice tonight and just sit on the side barely watching people practice. It's annoying a little because I've corrected and explained so many times, but there were things that they still do wrong. In my mild depression I decide Reel Big Fish is the band for me, and start off wtih Drunk Again, which I mouth along to twice. I then just let my player play RBF for the next twenty minutes and after locking up the studio and returning the key I just leave. I say 'good bye' but no one seems to notice, which is well enough considering my mood. I spend an hour and a half writing this and feel better, before deciding to go to bed early and write my stupid psych thing in the morning.
My Dream thing will be written later. I want sleep now, and some drugs. Sleep and pills. Tis a sad life I lead.
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Inspired by current topics in Psych class, talk about having a 'dream' and what my current dream is.
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enjoy the peek of what i've been wanting to write for days but haven't had the time to
Jasmine P.
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So, it's all finally been written. I do feel better and ...well, nothing really important for this 'and' but this was written, and now it's also all been put to rest. Just the dream thing, and that I might be fine with not elaborating on. I also feel better since I've jsut plain needed to write.
Well, this has taken me so long to get around to writing, that it has ended up being more more epic recant of my past week, for the most part. So, here we go, after putting it all off, let's get this ball rolling.
On Sunday I got a text message from Glenn asking someone to go to some meeting that Rec Sports is having on Monday. I think nothing of it, and say I can go. Monday rolls around and I'm so bone tired I fall asleep in three of my four classes, and I don't think my teacher's really noticed. I do my usual of hitting up the apartment to get my things for my afternoon math class because the meeting is 3-4 and that class starts at 4:20. I get into the meeting a few minutes late after reading more pages of 'My Uncomfortably Boring-Ass Life'. I walk past a small group of students and think nothing of it. Inside the meeting room Dr. Holt and some other people from the Rec Sports President's meetings that I've been to once a month are there and we're finally told that this is an appeals council.
Over Spring Break, Mar 9-13 our Crew club broke some rules and allowed a suspended member of the team to go on the trip, have an under age kid drive a rented truck, and another kid who hadn't passed the swim test to get into a boat on the water. It's a country and probably world wide rule that you need to pass a swim test which is swimming a few laps and treading water, before being allowed into a boat. These kids we were seeing on Monday were regular members of the club, not officers, but this is also the first I'd heard of anything so I was eventually filled in on what had happened back in October.
In October, it got back to ODU that members of the crew team were rowing without lights on their boats, and with many people who hadn't passed their swim test. Last semester's president and vice president were suspended and barred from ever holding an office at ODU ever. So this is some heavy shit that the same club has come back under fire so soon for some more stupid shit. We eventually decide that these kids lift their suspension for the rest of the semester, so only 4 weeks, and I think we gave them a probation for this coming fall semester, so if they're in the rowing club and some shit goes down that they're a part of, their infractions from this semester could cause them to have a more severe punishment. So Monday's meeting ended and we dispersed. The punishment isn't read to them until the following day because we ran out of time on Monday. For the sake of the story, I'll continue onto Tuesday's proceedings.
On Tuesday during Activity Hour we see one more member, hand down the same punishment, from the previous group. He had a class and was unable to make the initial meeting. We see the officers on Tuesday and we start from the club secretary who has failed her swim test and prior to the suspensions being handed out, was told by the other officers she was not allowed to participate because she had failed her swim test. But she was still on the water and in trouble when Rec Sports handed out their suspensions, this was an appeals process because these students didn't seem apologetic for putting ODU into a bad public light and giving their club the biggest black mark damn near available, well, given it's a student run organization, their idiocy was supreme. This girl knew about two days prior that the suspended president from the fall was going on the trip and did nothing to prevent him from coming. Her punishment was upholding her suspension and putting her on probation until December 2009. She also has the special requirement for completing all club paperwork and having to complete a swim test before being allowed to do anything really with the club.
The club Treasurer found out the ex-pres was going on their training trip when he was going over who had paid, so he knew only a few days prior to the trip. His punishment was just upholding his suspension and a fall semester probation. The VP knew the ex pres was going a full week before the trip. He accepted the President's [faulty] decision to allow this other kid to go because he knew more than what the current members did. His punishment was the same as the treasurer, but i think there was one other thing.
The President was the ring leader of this little charade. She decided on her own to allow this suspended kid to go on the trip because she figured he could help an outside coach at the place they were headed as a second pair of eyes. This coach they were going to has had some Olympic training, and a slew of other credentials, but this current president figured it wasn't enough and brought a suspended kid, who had been 'rowing in his own boat at the same time and same location as the club boats' on the trip. The suspended kid also drove a rented vehicle, and you can't drive rented vehicles until 21, he was 19. He was a liability issue, and she fucked with the honor code. That's all some pretty serious shit. Our pronouncement for her was she's not allowed to be an officer in that club ever again. She is suspended the rest of this academic year, and on probation until this December. We decided not to send her to the Honor Council, but Rec Sports still has the ability to have her referred to them because they went around the heads of their own department for a few reasons. They went to the Dean of Students to be allowed on this trip, they tried to get sent to a different department of ODU because they thought the black marks from the fall would be erased, but learned that is not the case. She also allowed the suspended kid, only 19, to drive the rented vehicle full of club equipment, and if there had been an accident, they would have fucked with some other Dead at ODU because he paid for the truck rental with his own card. So they were all sorts of wrong.
This all taught me, and the fencing club, who i recounted these tales of crime and punishment to quite promptly at practice Tuesday evening, to a) don't do stupid shit to go up in front of the council in the first place. b) make sure there's no photo evidence. c) just plain don't do it, it's stupid dangerous bullshit.
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To round out Monday, I decided I've been spending too much time on my computer and not just reading, so I take my time and read more of Kevin Smith's second book, My Uncomfortably Boring Ass Life until House Starts. Monday's House was interesting since the perspective was from inside the patient's head. Not hearing the differentials nor the character interaction, aside from how they acted at the bedside, was different. Then, right when House was going to drop some science and finally declare what the disease, my Glenn finally calls. I'd sent him a vague text message talking a bit about the meeting, but he doesn't have the chance to call me until then, when I miss House saving the same. Boo. I rounded out my evening reading until ten-thirty then decide 'fuck it, i need sleep' and hit the bed early.
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Tuesday, Mar 31
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I sleep until 9:30 which is sweet. I get sidetracked by the internet, and don't go to my geology class. I go the part 2 of the epic meeting of drama and punishment then head over the hospital to have all my joyful stitches removed from two, three weeks now, ago from my surgery on the 12th.
I get there and when I check in my appointment has disappeared from the books. What happened is when I went in the week after my surgery because I was worried about how I was healing and in pain that I needed more percocet my real appointment for my stitches to be removed was erased. I got to sit around for about 45minutes, so I read, waiting for my name to be called. Finally, as I'm getting really bored with just waiting, and wanting to go to sleep, and I'm incredibly hungry at this point having not eaten anything all day, I get called. Dr Reed removes the stitches and seriously, one stitch from each set, under each arm, and on his side of my groin, hurt like all hell. I was good about not flinching, but it hurt.
I giggle to more SMod while I hit up WalGreens for more gauze, bandages and some candy. Snacks in tow, I get back to campus and eat my other piece of sirloin I made on Sunday. The mirowave is apparently broken, so I heat my food in the oven, just waiting to eat. I haven't eaten since the previous evening, so this was like, epic hunger. I read a bit more before practice then walk to the gym to hang with the fencers and tell them about everything with the rowing club and their terrible faux pas, but I seem to be the only one to understand the brevity of the situation. Yeah, it wasn't us, but if it ever is, it's highly awkward, and embarassing because the majority of the college campus totally knew about it, the suspensions. I'd rather not have people know that shit happened to us if it did. We're still working at making a good name for ourselves before we go and make a bad one.
I'm feeling hungry, so I hit up IHOP with Nicole, Andrew and Nick. The four of us get out awesome waitress from when the Ficus and I were at IHOP over Spring Break. She was just as snarky, so just as much fun to have.
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Wednesday
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Wednesday is a painful day. I'm just getting used to not having the stitches, so every gat damned motion hurts, again, but now because grativy is taking it's toll on my aching flesh. I go to class on perc because I decide I won't do it without the painkillers. This is a day I decide I need them and by dammit, I have them. I make it through english, they start to kick in at Borjo where I just get sluggish. Not really tired, I'm just not really responsive. I get through the time, then I have a happy fun-time test in Logic. Fucking sucks. I blast through it in bout 30 min, then sit in psych early. Today we learn about Levinson's theory of adult develpment which follows the importance of having a dream. There's also Super, and some third dude, but the third dude is one I find intriguing because back in 2007 i think, I wrote a journal about me andanalysing myself and my career options. This makes me want to write, so I curse that I need to get off campus because the following day is my sister's birthday, and I had yet to buy her a gift.
Post Psych class, I run off campus and by my sister a 20$ gift card to gamestop, and this awesome card that's like a banner. I decide I have the time, so I hit up Local Heroes and buy a few new trades, Empowered and Kev Smith's first Green Arrow trade. I wanted to get Joe Quesada's book that had to do with his interaction with Hollywood, but that book was $35, and I was also spending 30 on two trades. I was also going to grab Frank Miller's second Daredevil since I'd read the first trade last year, but had to hold off because that was another $20, and i needed to save a little.
Get back to campus, go to math and dose midway through the class. I also doodle me in the Invader Zim style on something I have to turn in, thinking it's my personal notes. We're having a homework test on Monday, maybe I'll actually do my work for this one....maybe. Won't hurt my grade. After class I decide I don't want another cafeteria meal, so I call Za and Nicole and we hit up La Herradura. Well, it's me and Nicole because Za's apparently not feeling too well. Dinner was good, I got some burritos. It was all awesome until paying because our friggin' waitress left us sitting for at least 30 min before picking up the tab. What the hell? Bad tip because of that.
Nicole asks me to be a part of a little stidy for her english class. All I have to do is take a fish oil pill every day for two weeks, and a prelim quiz and another in two weeks. It was easy enough, aside from the sudoku, and one or two questions, I believe i got everything else correct. It was just a tedious hour.
I head back to the apatment, play on the internet for an hour then go to bed deciding I need sleep.
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Thuesday
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I get up today and end up wasting a whole mess of time because my roommate's 9:30 has been canceled. I would have taken an early shower and lounged around until my 11:00 class, I end up waiting. Shower's don't take forever, it's drying enough that tape will stick to me so my bandages actually work for the following ~24 hours. I BS some more then go to class, and get there late. I'm also busy trying to get some stuff together, I mail my sister's gift, so she should get it tomorrow, I hope. Hmm, I'm bored in geology then I print out some stuff during Activity Hour before hitting up Del Vich's for two slices of cheese pizza. I carry them to yhe geology building because I have class at 1:30 and it's after 1 as is. I listen to SMod 52 while eating before my class.
Lab is mad easy, then I go off campus...why....I remember. I rented Slacker, Sold Out a Threevening With Kevin Smith and The Lords of Dog Town from the Naro for the weekend. Get back to campus and decide to spend some flex points before the semester is out on some ice cream and some vitamin water from Whitehurst. I run into Za and Josh, her boyfriend before getting back to the apt. We three chat for a time, then I watch Slacker. I end up dosing while watching the movie, so I back track and re-watch half the movie while I made some frankfurters for dinner, and some fries. I'm mildly annoyed because I have no ketchup because, I assume, the MB used it, the cunt. I use hot water to warm up from nacho cheese and eat that on my franks and the fries I'd made. it works out well enough, but not the same as that awesome tomato-y sauce of delicious.
Hit the internet until practice. I'm very uninspired and melancholy at practice tonight and just sit on the side barely watching people practice. It's annoying a little because I've corrected and explained so many times, but there were things that they still do wrong. In my mild depression I decide Reel Big Fish is the band for me, and start off wtih Drunk Again, which I mouth along to twice. I then just let my player play RBF for the next twenty minutes and after locking up the studio and returning the key I just leave. I say 'good bye' but no one seems to notice, which is well enough considering my mood. I spend an hour and a half writing this and feel better, before deciding to go to bed early and write my stupid psych thing in the morning.
My Dream thing will be written later. I want sleep now, and some drugs. Sleep and pills. Tis a sad life I lead.
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Inspired by current topics in Psych class, talk about having a 'dream' and what my current dream is.
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enjoy the peek of what i've been wanting to write for days but haven't had the time to
Jasmine P.
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So, it's all finally been written. I do feel better and ...well, nothing really important for this 'and' but this was written, and now it's also all been put to rest. Just the dream thing, and that I might be fine with not elaborating on. I also feel better since I've jsut plain needed to write.
March 22, 2009
He Plays For the Other Team Pt 2
This is just one giant and epic story as is, but at the same time, I don't need it all up there taking my entire page over, so here are the last two chapters as written 5 years ago. Chapters 1 and 2 can be found here. There, you can read my whole overly long and kind of unnecessary preamble to the story. a PWP where it got a plot and never any real porn...Yeah, if I'd ever gotten to the sex it totally would have been validated, I mean, ...well, read it and maybe one of these days I'll explain it to you. :)
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He Plays for the Other Team
DAISUKE ICHIGO
:Summary: The trials and tribulation of two college students as hey find out more about their true selves. Ronnie, the younger girlie-boy and Brian the older tan skinned mystery, together they learn a lot about themselves. (I suck as summaries, please don't hate?)
Moving In
While Brian slept in his arms, Ronnie thought back over the beginning of the year, trying to remember if anything like this had happened before. Absent mindedly petting Brian's hair, Ronnie shifted through the memories. Remembering non, he carefully climbed out of the bed and went into the common room to see if anybody else was there.
Looking at the couch, Ronnie saw Liam and Pailu playing some fighting game while Harold, Kirk's roommate, cheered Pailu on. Going over to the couch, Ronnie flopped down to watch the game, absentmindedly paying attention after saying good morning to the other boys. Letting his worried mind wander, hoping that would relieve it of the stress it had felt, he remembered the first day he had walked into Duzel Hall.
Ronnie stood in the elevator carrying one suit case and pushing a box with some manuscripts on the ground. On the fourth floor, he kicked the box off and followed it to cell blue. Pressing his thumb against the ID pad next to the door, Brian waited while it scanned the print, before admitting him to the cell. The door opened revealing a large living room, with light blue walls. There was a couch and television on the left , and a small kitchen area to their right. There were four doors spread out around walls of the room, each with a number painted on the blue, in white paiLookLooking at his assignment card, Ronnie headed to the door labeled with a three.
The room Ronnie entered had two twin beds on opposite sides of the room, the head boards facing opposite walls. There were two desks, one by the window, the other by the door, and a large double closet that had a divider in the middle to separate the roommates clothes. Theor wor was wooden planked, and it had appeared that no one had claimed either side of the room yet, making Ronnie the first person there. Ronnie decided that he wanted the bed on the left side and dropped his stuff on that band and the desk by the window. Heading back down stairs via elevator, Ronnie made tow more trips in which he brought up his computer, a lap top, a boom box for his mp3s, more clothes for the cool northern us fall, and some posters that one of his friends had made of his characters.
Heading back down stairs one more time, Ronnie brought up one last bag of clothes and his television, even though there was one in the common room, he wanted one in his room so he could watch what he wanted without bothering to many people. On his way inside, he saw a spiky brown haired boy getting on the elevator with another brown haired boy, this one's hair was longer, and e was taller then Ronnie, but not my much.
Seeing the doors to the elevator about to close, he called out, "Hey, wait, please hold the elevator." The shorter brown haired boy pushed the 'door open' button for him, as he finished crossing the room. In the elevator Ronnie put his television on the floor, but kept his duffel bag shouldered. As the doors closed he looked both boys over saying. "Thank you for holding the door."
"No problem, which floor are you on?e tae taller boy asked as the elevator began to move.
"Four, I'm in blue, I've already been up a few times," Ronnie said directing his reply toward the taller boy, his eyes more focused on the shorter one with the spiky hair, "but I didn't wan to wait for the other elevator, these things are so fucking slow." Committing both faces to memory, Ronnie then introduced himself to them, "I'm Ronald Kir III, but most people call me Ronnie.
"I'm Brian and this is Damien, the RA." The spiky haired oy said extending his had for the other boy to shake. "I'm also in cell blue."
"Nice to meet you, Ronnieamieamien said also shaking hands in greeting.
The elevator stopped on the fourth floor, and Ronnie led Damien and Brian to blue, vaguely hoping that Brian would be in his room. He continued on two dorm three while Damien hung back by the door with Brian as they figured out which room to take his stuff.
"Room three," Ronnie heard Brian say as he left the room to volunteer to help Brian with the rest of his stuff.
"Cool, were roommates," Ronnie said as he opened the door to their room.
Damien put Brian's computer on the desk nearest to the door, seeing that Ronnie had claimed the other one already, "See ya guys, I gotta go."
"Bye, tanks for helping," Brian said dropping CDs on the floor by the desk. "Hey, Ronnie, would you mind helping me bring the rest of my stuff up here?"
"Sure, no problem," he replied hiding his glee about sharing his room with such a cutie. "It's not going to take me long to unpack, so okay." He said as if weighing his options. "So, how old are you? When's your birthday?" he asked once they were on the elevator, trying to break the uncomfortable silence.
"May, 30th, I'm 20 right now," Brian replied as they rode back down the elevator. "You?"
"November 17th, I'm turning 20," Ronnie replied as they reached the ground floor and went to where Brian had left his car.
At the car the boys picked up more bags before they headed back up to their dorms. It took them three more trips to get the rest of Brian's stuff. On their last trip up stairs they passed another boy lugging three heavy bags to their dorm building.
"Hey, you," Ronnie called slinging shifting his box of what looked to be Brian's handwritten stories to resettle it more balanced, "do you need some help?"
"Me?" the short black haired boy asked turning to who who wasstiostioning him. "Nah, I'm fine, but I might need some getting in." he said blushing sheepishly.
"That's alright," Brian said balancing his box in one hand to press the ID pad. "Which r arr are you on?" the three walked into the dormitory.
"I'm on two, cell green, dorm 1," he replied heaving as he leaned against the elevator wall. "I'm Pailu Frank, most people call me Pai."
"Hi Pai, this is Brian and I'm Ronnie," he said indicating to each of them. "We're roommates on four, cell blue, dorm 3."
"I'll have to come up sometime," Pailu said as the elevator stopped on his floor. "Good luck this year," he waved as he dragged his stuff off the elevator, down a green hallway.
As the doors closed Ronnie sighed thinking about how hard his junior year was going to be. "So, I meant to ask this sooner, what's your major? It looks to be writing, but I could be wrong."
"I'm a screen and stage writer." Brian said tapping the box Ronnie had set at his feet. "In that box are some of my older plays." Brian smiled, "I used to be big, back in the day in that foreign place called high school. My major is in English, play-write to be exact, but I'm hoping to get my name in lights, somewhere. I plan on traveling if I don't do any good in the States." The elevator stopped on four, and they walked to blue. "What's you major?"
"I'm majoring in writing, novels not plays, and my minor is in acting." He replied as they walked into their common room only to find three other boys on the couch. "Yo," Ronnie waved.
"Hey, I'm Liam, Liam Elda." A tall lanky looking fellow said straightening from leaning over the back of the couch. Liam wore his light brown hair cut short, red on its tips as it spiked away in the back. "I'm in yellow, dorm 4, I was helping Mickey here, he's in dorm 1."
"Yo, I'm Michael Dower, like Liam said, I'm in 1." Michael was sitting on the couch, a box in his lap with controllers to a PS2 and game jewel cases. "Which rooms are you in?"
"Son of a bitch," a fairly high for guy's voice erupted from behind the television. A small, mousy frame emerged, his brown hair grayed with dust, two electronic cords in his hands. Looking at Ronnie and Brian he started blushing in embarrassment. "Sorry about the out burst, I'm Kirk, Kirk Magyar. Dorm 4, my roommate isn't here yet, but it's early, only 2," extending his hand, both Brian and Ronnie accepted introducing themselves.
Ditching Brian's stuff in their dorm, the boys went back out to the common room to see if they could help Kirk, Michael and Liam. Ronnie flopped into the comfortable sagging couch on Michaels right side, Brian on his left. "Hey, Mousy, Kirk, do you need any help?" Ronnie called correcting himself before Kirk could pull himself from the tangle of cords to glare at him.
Kirk huffed with exasperation, "I'm fine, but you'd think an electronic major could put together a simple video game system, it's like damn." Dropping the wires, Kirk backed up from his place behind the television, "Ronnie, Brian, can either of you put together a PS2?"
"I had one," Brian said getting backup and going behind the TV. "Somebody, turn on the TV and change the TV input," he ordered while he fiddled with the cords Kirk had dropped in disgust. Ronnie cut on the machine and switched the video receiver to input. The screen automatically changed to a dark picture with a floating memory card and game CD. "There, that was simple enough."
"Fuck you," Kirk said growling as he stalked off toward his room.
"Don't mind him, he's just stressed because of moving in and the fact that he had to drive over half the States just to get to Ishtar University," Michael explained as Kirks door closed with a mechanical whirl.
"So, anyone else hungry enough to eat the pissy one?" Ronnie said, relieving the room of the tension that Kirk's explosion and moving in had caused.
"I'm game," Liam said as he headed toward the door out of blue, "just let me get my 'Pissy Bitch Killing' sword."
The three boys laughed as they followed Liam to his dorm in yellow on the other side of their floor. The yellow dorm looked just like the blue one, except this one was covered in yellow paint. The common room also had a television, there was an X-Box plugged in underneath it. On the yellow doors the numbers were painted on in black, white wouldn't have been seen. Liam went to his room while the other three just stood by the door and waited
"It's like being a banana," Ronnie said gray eyes wide open in shock as he stopped in his tracks.
"Scary, I'm out," Brian said backing up before Liam started back out from his room.
"What's wrong with the three of you?" Liam asked, giving his new friends an odd look as he crossed the common room to leave.
"Your dorm is scary as a bitch," Michael said as he tried to calm his face.
"Pussy," Liam said under his breath as he pulled the three stunned boys out of his common dorm and back toward the elevators. "Let's just get some food, there's pizza place two blocks over that I went to a few time last year."
The other three boys fell out of their stupors as the thought of food passed through their minds, reminding them why they'd left the safety of their cell and saw the fright of Liam's. On the elevator, all three boys form blue let out breaths so hard, Liam's hair moved with the breeze.
"Damn you guys are pussies," he said running his hands through his hair, putting it back in place.
"Shut up, Liam," Ronnie said smoothing his hair as the door opened on the second floor, Pailu came entered the elevator, totting two other boys, also from green. They were also going out to lunch, so they decided to go in a big group and then return to Duzel Hall to eat.
"Hey, Sara, Kelly, Lynn," Ronnie waved as a car full of girls slowed o drive with them. "What's up?"
"Sup Ron?" a blonde girl asked, she was in the shot gun seat. "Nothing, just out for food."
"So are we, wanna come back to Duzel with us?" Liam asked leaning against the car as it stopped.
"You guys having a party or something like that?" a brunette asked rolling down her window.
"More the 'something like that' Lynn," Ronnie said laughing, "so, you girls coming?"
"Yeah, we'll be there," Lynn replied as the car started rolling forward. "We're gonna pick up a few more friends first."
"Cool, one of us'll be waiting for you, in about ten minutes, iight," Ronnie said waving as they drove off.
"So, Mr. Smooth, who were they?" Brian asked elbowing Ronnie as the boys made it to the pizza place.
"Some friends, I was in a small play outside of school with Sara, the blonde one." He replied shrugging it off as the others made joke about his answer. "Lynn and Kelly were at the cast party, they were a part of the crew, that's all"
"Yeah, right the crew," the other boys joked infuriating Ronnie as they finally got to the pizza parlor.
"Whatever," Ronnie said brushing them off again as they waited for their order.
In the parlor, Liam went up to the counter and ordered three supreme pizzas, three pepperoni and three cheese pizzas for everybody to eat before he sent Pailu and Vic to the store next door to get drinks.
On the way back, Brian volunteered to take the girls up to blue but the girls were already there, waiting outside with two other girls who were introduced as Jane and Kel, a red head and a brunette with green tips. The whole group piled into both elevators and went up to blue, where Kirk was angrily pounding away at his collerller in a fighting game. Looking up to see what had made all the noise, Kirk saw the group of boys and a few sparse girls come in with food and drinks and gave up on the game and joined the fun.
Ronnie sat on the bar counter near the kitchen while Liam mixed drinks for everybody. While the night wore on, Damien and his girlfriend passed through, they played a few games and chatted with most the students there. Other people came and left, Pailu left around nine with on the the girls that Sara and Lynn had picked up for the time being.
Around one in the morning, Brian and Ronnie were elected by everybody else to buy more food and drinks, so they left, their pockets full of monetary donations to pay for whatever they bought.
Ronnie lead the way, once they were outside, to his blue-black 2152 Liger, one 5 years old, and it still ran like it was knew. Ronnie looked over at Brian who sighed like he was an old, stressed out man, concerned he nudged him, "Hey, Brian, what's wrong?"
"Hnn?" Brian asked looking at Ronnie through half lidded eyes, "Nothing, just a little tired from moving in, staying up till one drinkin', y'know."
"I know just what you mean," Ronnie said running his hand through his free hair as they waited at a red light in silence. "Hey, can you go into the glove compartment to find me something to tie up my hair?" he asked as the light turned green and he pulled away.
"No prob," Brian replied digging through the glove box looking for a ribbon or scrunchie for his friend. "Found one," he said sitting up as Ronnie pulled into a 24hour grocer.
"Thanks dude," he replied pulling most of his dark hair out of his eyes with the scrunchie Brian had found. "Lets go, maybe we can get them drunk and they'll pass out soon."
"Don't life my spirits, you cruel, cruel boy," Brian joked as they started filling a shopping cart with chips, beer, and frozen pizzas. Paying for their food, the two returned to see what kind of mess their common room was in.
Back in the common room the boys saw thn thn their twenty minutes gone, the group had mysteriously grown. There were another four girls there, and the other three boys from a different Hall altogether who hadn't been there earlier in the day.
"Well, I guess our dreams of getting any sleep tonight have been dashed against the windshield of Liam's 'Pissy Bitch' killing sword'" Ronnie said as he dropped his bags on the trash littered counter.
"I have one question about your statement," Brian said opening the last cold drink from the fridge as he sat down next to Ronnie.
"And that is..." Ronnie prompted, looking across the group waving at people who's attention stopped on him.
"Which one of us is the 'pissy' one and the 'bitchy' one?"
"I think you're the pissy one just for asking that dumbass question, dumbass." Ronnie replied opening one of the beers they'd just bought, taking a long swig before looking at Brian. Thank god I'm a good drunk he thought, glad his secret was safe. "Later boy, I'm gonna see who's winning the game," he said as he slid off his chair and moved through the crowd like somebody practiced at it. Saying hi to people he knew, Ronnie dropped to the floor in time to catch the controller as whoever had just lost threw it up for grabs. Looking to see who his opponent would be, Ronnie settled in and fought, barely winning the best 2 out of three as the party continued for hours.
"Hey, Ronnie, you've been asleep for a couple of hours, why don't you go back and check on Brian," Kirk said kicking Ronnie lightly in the shin. Blinking the sleep out of his eyes, Ronnie pulled himself up and returned to his bedroom to see how his sick roommate was fairing. Pulling his hair out of the tight bond his scrunchie had created, Ronnie pressed the Id pad and the door lifted, admitting him in.
Letting his eyes focus to the darkness of the room after the door closed, Ronnie looked toward the clock the bright numbers showed him that it was just about seven in the evening. Sighing, thinking that Brian had slept long enough, Ronnie slid back into the bed and lifted Brian so that is head rested in Ronnie's lap.
"So, do you think you've slept long enough?" Ronnie asked, running his hair falling over both shoulders, framing his face. Gently pressing his palm against Brian's forehead, Ronnie started to get up, saying, "Your fevers gone down, but I don't thin's g's gone just yet. I'll call Ryan and have him make some soup for you, that should help.
"Neh," Brian said reaching out and grabbing the bottom of Ronnie's shirt so keep the younger boy from leaving. "Don't go, stay with me."
Ronnie's gray eyes looked into Brian's green eyes, seeing the longing for comfort there, and returned to the bed, he sat back down on the bed and held his friend, petting his head again, like he had before. Brian relaxed back against Ronnie again, breathing deeply again, his eyes wandering around the room, resting on the clock for a moment, before looking back up at Ronnie's face.
Ronnie, closed his eyes, still petting Brian's hair when he felt his roommates hand land on hi cheek startling him. Opening his eyes, Ronnie saw something there, he saw complete love and trust in his eyes. Bending, Ronnie pressed his lips over brains, but he kept his eyes closed, unsure of what Brian would do, until Brian gently pressed back. Ronnie hugged Brian close before letting him fall asleep again, comforted and protected in his lap.
Ohh, that was, tedious. Okay, I thank all of you for not complaining that this chapter was almost an exact copy of the last, because, it basically was, but after this, all new info will be provided! Soon I will post what makes this story worthy of being posted on this site, but I'll probably have to change the M/M listing at the beginning and stuff, that's going elsewhere in my head, and I wasn't all to sure what to put there in the first place. Thanks for reading and I'll be posting again soon, hopefully.
Sorry, but after this chapter, my postings may take longer because I'm going back to school. This chapter and parts of four were written during the summer, so I posted more or less often. I will try to post something like once every other week, so please forgive if you don't see any new updates from me to often. It's not that I'm not working, it's just that I don't have the time to sit and type for hours.
D. Ichigo
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Chapter 4
HE PLAYS FOR THE OTHER TEAM
DAISUKE ICHIGO
:Summary: The trials and tribulation of two college students as hey find out more about their true selves. Ronnie, the younger girlie-boy and Brian the older tan skinned mystery, together they learn a lot about themselves. (I suck as summaries, please don't hate?)
Two last disclaimers, I apologize for keeping you away from the reading this long. I don't own 'Anxiety" this was written by the Black Eyed Peas and I'm not making any money off of using this song, it just seemed so perfect for then. it's on Elephunk, track 12 for those of you who want to hear it. rem remember, no hate because I don't own it. I (also) don't own 'Where is the Love' either. Just borrowing it. Only own one copy of the CD it's on. It just spoke out, and I can't think of anything else to put in here that wouldn't be complete garbage. Or, it would be good, I just don't have the lyrics or the time to find the lyrics for said song.
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PONDERINGS
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Sunday morning Brian woke up feeling much better then he had all weekend. He also awoke to the feeling of strong, not so female arms wrapped around him, hugging him against a flat, not very female feeling chest, that also felt quite bare, just like his. Opening his eyes, Brian saw the blinds pulled down and closed against the weak morning sun, and he saw his bed, un-slept in across the rug of his dorm room.
Fighting to stay calm, he struggled to remember why he was in Ronnie's bed, and not his own, and then he remembered he had been sick the day before and spent most the day asleep in Ronnie's bed. Blinking, he wondered why Ronnie just hadn't slept in his own bed, instead of sharing the thin twin bed with him, and he wondered why Ronnie just hadn't put him into his own bed.
Sighing at all the unknown answers floating around his head, Brian tried to gently move Ronnie's arms so he could get up, his bladder painfully full, but just as he pushed against Ronnie's arms, he felt Ronnie hold him closer, mumbling something that Brian couldn't hear.
Rolling over, Brian looked at his red headed roommate, feeling somewhat drawn to the clear skin so near his own. Fighting the urge to pat his face, Brian thought [What the hell? Why in hells name am I trying to pat his face? I'm straight, not a queer, so why am I attracted to him?] Studying Ronnie's face, Brian's thoughts continued to race. [I thought he already had a boyfriend, so why are we sharing a bed?] Brian felt the grip on his slender waist loosed a bit and rolled over, his face warm from its odd thoughts. [Would it be so bad if I did love him or if he loved me? He is nice, tall, makes me laugh. He sure as hell has taken care of my sad ass often enough these few months, considering I had mono in September, strep in early October, and I had a head cold around Halloween, leaving me bed ridden with fever and coughs. Because I couldn't leave, every time he was nice enough to go and get my homework, so where does that leave us?]
Forgetting about his bladder, Brian continued thinking, [I would be much worse off if Ronnie wasn't so caring and nice. He's helped me develop my ideas for some of my English writings, and there was that time I dragged him out to 'Escape' and he saved me from that chick's deranged boyfriend, I woulda been long gone if I had to go up against him.] Brian thought laughing a little, causing Ronnie to move from the slight movement. After the younger boy stopped, Brian let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding and his thoughts continued. [But he's a boy, I can't date a non-girl, it's just not right, it's makes me wussy for turning away from the sweet touches and feelings of the female flesh.] Turning this thought over in his mind, Brian felt Ronnie's arm drop from him when Ronnie rolled over, now facing his wall, and not the open area of the room. Seeing his opportunity, Brian slid out of the bed and rushed to the bathroom still wondering if he was gay or not.
After finishing and washing his hands, the bare chested Brian walked out to the common room, feeling better, but his mind still ticking, rolling and wondering about how wrong it was to love Ronnie.
"Morning, Brian," a voice from the couch said, causing Brian to look to his left. "Feeling better?"
"Much, thanks, Adrian," Brian said running his hand through his spiky brown hair.
"That's good, considering how hard Ronnie tried to help you," Kirk said as he shuffled though the various game cases, looking for something to play. Dropping 'Soul Kalibur' onto the open disk slot, Kirk looked back up at Brian. "He stayed with you almost all day. He wouldn't let anybody in for anything, it's was a little scary how clingy he was yesterday, like a different person from our flippant Casanova we all love and cringe away from." Looking back at the television, Kirk started up the game. He and Ryan picked characters and ended up both playing at the same scantily-clad-large-weaponed girl. Brian looked at his closed door, the 03 shining at him brightly in the dulling blue field, thinking about his roommate and how different Ronnie acted with him and with everybody else in blue.
Going to the kitchen, Brian took out pans and food and started cooking eggs benedict, and ham, and he toasted a bagel, making a breakfast sandwich for Ronnie, his way of thanking the younger boy without vocalizing it. Carrying the plate of food back to dorm three, Brian saw Ronnie stil asleep, his back to the door.
Checking the clock a bright [10:10 am]stared out across the room. Crinkling his nose, Brian noticed an odd, rotting smell issuing from under Ronnie's bed and remember what Ronnie had told him the past morning. ++"You came in last night drunk as a fish. Woke up about 45 minutes ago and up chucked to beat the band all over my backpack, which you are replacing, the rug, and some of the floor under my bed."++
Placing the steaming sandwich on Ronnie's computer table Brian found some paper towels and went about his business trying to get the reeking smell out of the room when he noticed that a little of it was on Ronnie's quilt and some of it imbedded in the rug. Cleaning up the mess as best he could, Brian wrote himself a mental note telling himself to buy an air freshener to at least deal with some of the sour smell still clingingthe the room.
Washing his hands, Brian saw Ronnie sitting up in the bed, inspecting the sandwich that had cooled on his desk, his red hair falling all around his face and partially down his back. Looking at the door to see Brian enter, still not wearing a shirt, Ronnie gulped almost audibly as he fought his raging emotions for his roommate, hoping nothing would show on his face. "Morning."
"Same to you, and thanks," Brian said pointing at the sandwich and giving Ronnie a hand motion to tell him to eat. Taking the hint, Ronnie picked of the food and looked at it, not sure if he wanted to eat it, but decided against it and watched as Brian gathered up some clothes before heading back to the door, stopping, but not turning around for Ronnie to see his face. "Ronnie, I'm sorry for causing you trouble yesterday. Friday Jo (Joanne, not really important, though) dumped me just hours after Prof. Hammy (Professor Hamilton) gave me a low grade on our last test." Run his his right hand through his hair now balancing the clothes in the other, turning to look at Ronnie, Brian went on, "I was stressed, so I drank, like you said 'like a fish' then I stumbled back here, after Lou dropped me off, then I guess you can figure out the rest." He said, turning back to the door, his heart beating fast, and trying to ignore the odd feeling surging through his gut. "Well, I'll be back, soon, I guess," he mumbled leaving the room before Ronnie could for any sort of response.
Ronnie just sat in the bed, chewing his cheek, thinking about the glut of unasked information that Brian had given him. --Does he suspect anything?-- Ronnie thought, worried a little. [What wohapphappen if Dale come came back and--] he thought, trailing off in confusion and insecurity. Ronnie settled in his bed so that he was leaning onto the headboard of his bed, thinking about what he had been told. --Why did he do that? I never questioned him, I only figured something was wrong. What's wrong with him? Maybe he felt awkward about realizing he sleeping in the same bed as a guy. Maybe I should have slept in his bed and left him alone?--
Resting his head on the top of the headboard, Ronnie wondered what he should do. His grip on his emotions was weakening, he knew that something would happen that would trip him up and Brian would know how his roommate really felt about him. [Maybe a new boyfriend would be good. Dale is long gone, he still lives back in Vermont, working his way up the corporate ladder to busy to deal with a nineteen year old. He's almost twenty-six, he was nice to me and gentle, but something was always a little off between us.] closing his eyes Ronnie heard Brian return to their room a few minutes later, but the older boy didn't say anything.
Barely glancing at the younger boy who was still sitting in bed, Brian pulled a sweatshirt and coat out of his side of the closet before sitting on his own bed and pulling his boots on. "Later," was all he said, not giving Ronnie any indication as to where he was going. Ronnie sat watching Brian, through eyes half closed, as he left, before getting up to shower and dress for the day.
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[Ohmigod! I think I've fallen in love with him. That's not really bad thing, but what if he doesn't really find me appealing. I remember when he told me he was gay, I more or less brushed it off. I mean, he lovho oho or what he wants to love.] Brian thought as the cool November winds swept around him as he walked toward his car. [I think I told him that as long as he doesn't hit on me, I'd be fine with it, but now I'm starting to wonder, I mean he kissed me last night and I don't remember resisting much. What should I do, he didn't say anything and I spilled all that private information. I mean it's not as if he really asked me why I had come back drunk, he just took care of me.]
Palming his car keys, Brian opened the door to his two-seater, five-on-the-floor red Pion, the black flames breaking as the door slid up, out of his way. Turning the key in the ignition and hearing the vehicle growl to life as the driver side door closed brought Brian back to the present, breaking his thoughts as he picked a radio station to listed to before driving out of the Duzell Hall parking lot and making a left as he drove to the mall.
On the radio {I feel like I wanna smack somebody
Turn around and bitch slap somebody (bitch)
But I ain't goin' out bro (no, no, no)
I ain't givin' into it (no, no, no)
Anxieties bash my mind in
Terrorizing my soul like Bin Laden
But I ain't fallin' down bro (no, no, no)
I won't lose control bro (no, no, no)
Shackle and chained
My soul feels stained
I can't explain got an ich on my brain
Lately my whole aim is to maintain
And regain control of my mainframe
My bloods boiling its beatin' out propaine
My train of thoughts more like a runaway train
I'm in a fast car drivin' in a fast lane
In the rain and I'm might just hydroplaine}
[This song is so perfect,] Brian thought bouncin his head with the rock pop beat of the song as he drove to the mall.
{I don't fear none of my enemies
And I don't fear bullets from Uzis
I've been dealing with something thats worse than these
That'll make you fall to your knees and thats the
-The anxiety the sane and the insane rivalry
Paranoias brought me to my knees
Lord please, please, please
Take away my anxiety
The sane and the insane rivalryranoranoias brought me to my knees
Lord please, please, please
Take away my anxiety-}
stopping at a light Brian looked out his window at the people walking on the sidewalk. He saw couples holding hands, cooing away like doves. Looking to the left sidewalk Brian saw two owneryingying to drag their dogs away from each other, their barks muted by the music blastin the the car. Pulling away as the light changed, Brian focused on the beat and the music forgetting about hi stress and worries for the moment.
{My head keeps running away my brother
The only thing making me stay my brother
But I won't give into it bro (no, no, no)
Gotta get myself back now (no, no, no)
God, I can't let my mind be
Tell my enemy is my own
Gots to find my inner wealth
Gots to hold up my thoughts
I can't get caught (no, no, no)
I can't give into it now (no, no, no)
Emotions are trapped set on lock
Got my brain stuck goin through the motions
Only I know what's up
I'm filled up with pain
Tryin' to gain my sanity
Everywhere I turn its a dead end infront of me
With nowhere to go gotta shake this anxiety
Got me feelin' strange paranoia took over me
And its weighin' me down
And I can't run any longer, yo
Knees to the ground
I don't fear none of my enemies
And I don't fear bullets from Uzis
I've been dealing with something thats worse than these
That'll make you fall to your knees and thats the
-The anxiety the sane and the insane rivalry
Paranoias brought me to my knees
Lord please, please, please
Take away my anxiety
The sane and the insane rivalry
Paranoias brought me to my knees
Lord pleasleaslease, please
Take away my anxiety-}
Pulling into the mall parking lot, Brian listened to the end of the song while waiting for a small red car to pull out of a space three rows over from the nearest entrance.
{I don't fear none of my enemies
And I don't fear bullets from Uzis
I've been dealing with something thats worse than these
That'll make you fall to your knees and thats the
-The anxiety the sane and the insane rivalry
Paranoias brought me to my knees
Lord please, please, please
Take away my anxiety
The sane and the insane rivalry
Paranoias brought me to my knees
Lord please, please, please
Takin' away my anxiety-}
Resting his forehead on the steering wheel as the last chords of the song faded away and the radio's DJ came on announcing the next song, this one a ballad, before Brian cut the power, the car quieting. Pulling the handle, the door slid up and Brian climbed out at looked toward the mall, praying he'd find what he wanted soon.
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Ronnie walked out of the bathroom around eleven-forty, his hair dark with water laying limply ast hst his back as he walked through the common room to room three, pausing only a moment to see who was playing video games before pressing the ID pad to enter his room. Dropping his pajama pants on his bed, Ronnie sat down at his computer and 'woke' it from the screensaver and the programmed 'sleep' mode to continue work.
Once the screen had cleared Ronnie opened a file labeled 'Forlorn' and watched as the Micropop Word opened the desired document and counted up the 245 pages he had already typed. Dragging the scrbar bar to the bottom, Ronnie reached the last two paragraphs he had typed before connecting to his Internet radio to continue working.
Listening to the pounding keys in Tchaikovsky's piano concerto, Ronnie worked on his story for his Historical English class. The story he was working on was about a married wife in 16th century France who was not being fulfilled the way she desired and so slept with hundreds of men, killing any child she conceived in these affairs. After finding men undesirable and not satisfying enough, in the woman started going out to brothels, dressed as a man. Hiding all from her husband who was too busy to suspected something was amiss. Eventually the husband started noticing that some of their servants were missing, and new, less efficient servants were in their house, in their places. The husband had spies searching the house to find out who was firing the old maids and butlers, and hiring the new one. The spies brought him news of his adulterous wife and sent them to figure out why she was so unfaithful to him. The husband learned that while he spent most of his time in a different part of the house from his wife, managing their estates and training his heir in all he needed to do, his wife had become a nymphomaniac and had screwed everything she could, even bringing harm upon herself from her adventurous actions.
Carefully looking back at the past few pages, Ronnie mentally mapped out what the husbands course of action would be. He had already written a rough outline, knowing the stories conclusion, but where he was, was critical. How he had to explain the next part of the story would make it or break it. Ronnie sat and typed for describing how the husband strung and elaborate trap in the most recent brothel his wife was using.
Sighing and leaning back away from the desk, Ronnie looked at the clock in the corner of the screen [1:30] looked at him in the dark blues he'd liked for his screen. Saving his work, Ronnie stretched his legs and standing, his stomach grumbled angrily atfor for ignoring it for so long, he looked at the sandwich Brian had set down hours ago, having never picked it, before he left the room to see what was in the kitchen. Yawning, slightly tired from writing for so long, Ronnie poked around the kitchen to see what he had to eat.
Finding nothing desirable in the kitchen he returned to his room grumbling about the lack of food. Getting his wallet, Ronnie picked up a jacket to go over his sweatshirt and left to buy something.
Walking toward the parking lot, Ronnie saw Brian's red and black two-seater pull into the parking lot. Wanting to prevent an awkward moment between them, Ronnie ducked into a park to his right and started walking in circles. After going around the park a couple of times, Ronnie decided he was hungryto bto bto be able to get past Brian if he was still there and to his car. Making the left and breaking his circuit of the park, Ronnie checked the parking lot and saw that Brian was gone. Sighing gratefully he climbed into his dark vehicle drove to the nearest fast-food restaurant, Taco Banzai.
Clicking on the radio, Ronnie heard no songs he liked, but finally settled on a song he had never heard before.
On the radio {Where is the love
The love, the love
It just t tht the same, always unchanged
New days are strange, is the world insane
If love and peace is so strong
Why are there pieces of love that don't belong
Nations droppin' bombs
Chemical gasses fillin' lungs of little ones
With the ongoin' sufferin' as the youth die young
So ask yourself is the lovin' really gone
So I could ask myself really what is goin' wrong}
[This song is different.] Ronnie thought making a left further down the road then Brian had. [I wonder where the love between Brian and Dale and me is. Is it still there between Dale and me, or is it now between Brian and me]
{In this world that we livin' in people keep on givin' in
Makin' wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends
Not respectin' each other, deny thy brother
A war is goin' on but the reason's undercover
The truth is kept secret, (SSSH, SSSH)
it's swept under the rug
If you never know truth then you never know love
Where's the love, y'all, come on (I don't know)
Where's the truth, y'all, come on (I don't know)
Where's the love, y'all
People killin', people dyin'
Children hurt and you hear them cryin'
Can you practice what you preach
and would you turn the other cheek
Father, Father, Father help us
Send us some guidance from above...}
Changing the radio station to a more calming classical station, Ronnie tried to let the playful chords of Vivaldi's 'Four Seasons: Spring' chase the depressing questions from his mind.
Soon pulling into the parking lot of the Taco Banzai, Ronnie cut off the car, and got out the car. Humming the tune of the Beethoven song that came on after the Vivaldi went off. Inside the restaurant, Ronnie got onto the end of the short line of customers and waited his turn, still trying to ignore the thoughts running through his head about Brian. [He's un-allowed, remember, dumbass] he chided hoping it would help. [Right after you told him you were gay he said he was fine with it, but he wouldn't be to fine with it if mademade any advance on him.]
Weighing the options, another part of him replied --Well then, what about last night, why didn't you stop me then?!? Why didn't he stop me himself? I mean, if I remember right, he kissed me back!--
[He was sick and had a temperature you fool! Of coarse he couldn't do much!] The first side answered, this time the fight not sounding as strong as it had in the beginning of the argument. [He was defenseless, which makes your kiss even worse!]
"Excuse me, sir, are you ready to order?" a voice asked, startling Ronnie away from his thoughts.
"Huh, what," he mumbled for a moment, remembering where he was. "Oh, yeah. Can I have a number five, beef, no sour cream please."
"Alright, that's will be $5.11," the cashier replied after placing the order. "Thank you, your number will be called shortly.
Taking the receipt from the man, Ronnie flopped into an embootbooth before remembering about the drink that came with his food. Getting back up, Ronnie went to the drink dispenser and mixed the lemon-lime sodas with the fruit juices in his own mock Bloody Mary.
Sitting back down with his drink, Ronnie waited five minutes until his order was called. Thanking the woman who passed him his food, he returned to his car and rode out to a small lake to eat and think. Sitting on the grass and looking out across the churning water, Ronnie started eating the beef chalupa he had bought and letting his mind wander to where it would.
[Does Brian feel weird about what happened last night? I mean he kind of just left after making me that sandwich. Maybe I should have dumped it before he got back and thought I was mean about not eating it or something. It was odd, he cooked for me.]
--Maybe he truly likes you, and you just can't handle that idea--
[But if he liked me, why would he tell me not to touch him or anything?]
--Because, he didn't know he liked you months ago, I meas aas a child you though you were in love with girls, until ::it:: happened. -
[I can't do anything about what happened, but...]
--We don't know if it did or didn't affect you, stupid, we just have to take care of whatever's going on now. Whatever's going to happen.-
Getting up, Ronnie cleared his head of the negative memories. The memories that are always plaguing him, and only sometimes leaving him. Picking up I food wrappers, Ronnie climbed the hill back to where he had left the care, preparing to return to his homework.
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Brian ignored the fact that he saw Ronnie circling the park near the parking lot and returned to blue to relax after his long and tiring day. [I wonder if he'll like the CDs] he questioned himself as the elevator opened its doors, granting him admittance. -Well, he likes classical, and he doesn't have much from Chopin or Bach. He mostly listens to his radio or the Internet radio so this might be a nice change of pace.-
[I know, but you'd think I could think of something better for his twentieth birthday gift!]
{Well, you could always give him your self} a relaxed and evil voice said from the back of Brian's head.
[What the hell are you talking about!] his sensible side yelled to the quiet, dirty voice. [I could never do that. And anyway, if I were gay, I'd be on top!]
{You know you want the feel of another man's hands sliding up and down you. You know you'd love the feeling of somebody having the power over you to make you squeal and squirm. Stop lying about your dreams. Stop acting as if you're completely straight!}
[What dreams?] a quiet voice asked, scared of the answer.
Brian got off the elevator, the quiet voice battling the evil voice, shocking him as he remembered thoughts he though he had locked away. Ignoring the questioning stares he got from the boys playing games infront of the computer, Brian walked to dorm three and his legs buckled beneath him as soon a the door closed.
{ #A pressure pounding away inside of me. Long red hair fanning about me chest as something wet and warm travels up and down my body.#}
[stop it]
{^I groan and moan as strong hands hold me still as something long and hard enters me, tarring me as a wave of pleasure and pain washes up my body^}
[Shut up, stop it!]
{*I hear my name chanted behind me as I repeat a name that rolls off my tongue with familiarity. 'Ronnie, Ronnie, Ronnie' I chant, moaning as my arms ach from holding the bed's headboard. I scream his name out loud coming hard on the bed, sweat pouring down me as Ronnie comes soon after. I feel his sweaty body on top mine as I collapse onto the bed. He holds me close and presses his lips to the side of my neck whispering 'I love you'*}
"STOP IT!" Brian yelled wrapping his hands around his head as if to force the memories away. "STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP IT! I DON'T WANT TO REMEMBER ANY OF THIS! I WISH YOU'D GO AWAY! LEAVE ME ALONE!" he screamed out loud at the voice in his head. "LEAVE ME ALONE! GO AWAY! THERE'S NOTHING WRONG ME! I'm perfectly normal!" he said, his voice dropping to a quiet whisper as he gripped his elbows, hugging himself as he rocked back and forth, oblivious to the voices outside the door, calling out to him. "I'm perfectly fine! I had a girlfriend, but shmpedmped me. I'll get another soon, there's nothing wrong with being single. I never had any of those dreams." He said trying to rationalize his thoughts, his nails digging small red moons into his arms.
{Stop lying to yourself}
"No, no, no." he replied as sweat trickled down his face and blood started falling from his arms.
-Stop lying to yourself, Brian. You know you're not straight.-
"I'm alright, I'm fine, there's nothing wrong with me!"
[Brian, you know you're wrong. You've been living a lie for years, at least en years and you know it.]
"No, I'm a good Christian boy. I'm in love with girls not boys."
[Stop lying to yourself! You know you're lying.]
"No, I'm telling the truth. I'm a good boy. Mommy will give me something good if I'm a good boy."
-Ever since Mother saw you once kissing Justin you've been hyper-obsessed with girls. You know you're lying to your self. You know you're hurting yourself.-
"No, I didn't kiss Justin. I never touched him wrong. He never touched my body."
{He did} the third voice sounding kinder then it had earlier less of a threatening edge to it, more calming. {The last time you say him, when he slept over, he touched you. He wrapped his hand around you and made you moan and scream.}
"No, Justin never touched me there. He never grabbed my penis. He never...he never..."
[He did and you begged him for more. You loved it and then your mother caught you, she caught you on top of him. She caught you as you impaled yourself on him.]
-She heard you moan, she saw as he wrapped his hands about your smaller waist and pull you all the way down on him. She saw it all in horror.-
"No...no-nothing happened. She saw nothing," Brian said weakly as he succumbed to the truth in his head.
[You know what she saw. She knows what she saw. That's why you never saw Justin after that. You never saw the older boy who took you first.]
"She saw everything and hated me for it."
{Yes, she saw everything, that's why Justin is gone. That's why George and Sam and Bill are gone. She feared that they would all corrupt you and send you to hell.}
"But she was wrong, I asked them. Everytime, I asked them, until she had me committed." Brian slowly stood up and walked to the bed, no paying attention to which bed he went to. Laying down and smelling a pleasant spicy scent, Brian shed his clothes, the his arms searing in pain from the movement. Kicking his clothes to the floor, Brian wrapped his body in the comforting dark sheets and stared at the wall as he mind slowed.
-{[it's okay]}- all three voices said at the same time, soothing Brian's mind. -{[You'll be okay, you'll be safe. You mother is far, far away. She can't hurt you anymore, you're safe. If anything happen, Ronnie will protect you like he has all year.]}-
"Yes, Ronnie has been good for me. Ronnie has been there. Ronnie will be nice and rough," tho those final words, Brian painfully grabbed his imp cock and thought of how nice Ronnie's body had felt next to his the night before, bringing it to full attention.
Sliding his hand up and down the hard shaft, Brian moaned, imagining it was Ronnie giving him a hand job. Grabbing his sacs with his other hand, Brian moaned at the rough touch and started thrusting into his hand. Pinching one of his nipples, Brian arched into the pain and moaned as he rubbed the aching flash while still moving his hand up and down his shaft feeling only the firm pressure on his penis and the other pressure on his chest.
After pinching his other nipple, hard, like the first, Brian started sucking his fingers until and then he let the saliva trail down his chest, making a short circle around his navel before reaching his desired destination. Lifting his leg out of the way, Brian harshly shoved his fingers into his ass and moaned at the feeling, his grip on his cock painfully tight as he continued to work himself.
Running one finger over the highly sensitive tip, Brian came and screamed out Ronnie's name. Pulling his fingers out of himself, Brian curled up in the bed, Ronnie's bed, and fell asleep, his mind quiet.
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Ronnie burst into the room, rushing after he'd gotten back to his car, hearing from Kirk and Adrian that something was wrong with Brian and he was screaming. Looking for Brian, Ronnie found him curled up in his bed, asleep in the mid-afternoon light filtering into the room.
Looking at the form in his bead, Ronnie sighed because Brian appeared to be seeping and not dead. Walking carefully over to the bed Ronnie decided to check out Brian, make sure he was living.
Pulling the sheets down from Brian's neck, Ronnie saw the blood drying, smeared across his arm and knitted his eyebrows in confusion, but decided to leave Brian alone to sleep in his bed. Tired from his raging thoughts and the events of the day, Ronnie walked over to Brian's bed and fell asleep as soon as he had his shoes off.
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Wow, this was a long ass chapter and I worked damn hard on it so...
NO HATE!!!
And I'd like to thank my mind, because that's how my mind works. Ahh, the sweet two sided conversations for when I've got a problem to worry about. Three ree sided convo's are some of the worst.
As for the 'dreams' Brian has, those are three separate dreams he had. I'm not sure how obvious that is, but I thought you'd like to know that.
Just a reminder, I am starting a mailing list, which I will keep up! Like I said, questions I can't answer in a rant, send it to dichigo88@yahoo.com and I'll reply, if you don't mind minor spoilers. I meant to post this with chapter three, but I forgot and I just decided not to repost it with this information, since, I figured I could always post it some other time.
One last reminder, school will be holding me up, so I hope you don't mind waiting for the postings. I plan on keeping things to about two postings a month, but please bear with me if I mess up, I'm still writing and planning. Thankies to all you wonderful readers and reviewers!
DI
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So, that was a trip down memory lane for me, and ....well, i don't know what it was for you reader. But, it's me, it was me back in 2004, how I wrote. Um, I will never apologize for it, aside from never writing more before, but now that I'm older it can be properly written when I get the time to sit down and just write.
Until the next post, brush your face and grease your hair :)
Jasmine P.
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He Plays for the Other Team
DAISUKE ICHIGO
:Summary: The trials and tribulation of two college students as hey find out more about their true selves. Ronnie, the younger girlie-boy and Brian the older tan skinned mystery, together they learn a lot about themselves. (I suck as summaries, please don't hate?)
Moving In
While Brian slept in his arms, Ronnie thought back over the beginning of the year, trying to remember if anything like this had happened before. Absent mindedly petting Brian's hair, Ronnie shifted through the memories. Remembering non, he carefully climbed out of the bed and went into the common room to see if anybody else was there.
Looking at the couch, Ronnie saw Liam and Pailu playing some fighting game while Harold, Kirk's roommate, cheered Pailu on. Going over to the couch, Ronnie flopped down to watch the game, absentmindedly paying attention after saying good morning to the other boys. Letting his worried mind wander, hoping that would relieve it of the stress it had felt, he remembered the first day he had walked into Duzel Hall.
Ronnie stood in the elevator carrying one suit case and pushing a box with some manuscripts on the ground. On the fourth floor, he kicked the box off and followed it to cell blue. Pressing his thumb against the ID pad next to the door, Brian waited while it scanned the print, before admitting him to the cell. The door opened revealing a large living room, with light blue walls. There was a couch and television on the left , and a small kitchen area to their right. There were four doors spread out around walls of the room, each with a number painted on the blue, in white paiLookLooking at his assignment card, Ronnie headed to the door labeled with a three.
The room Ronnie entered had two twin beds on opposite sides of the room, the head boards facing opposite walls. There were two desks, one by the window, the other by the door, and a large double closet that had a divider in the middle to separate the roommates clothes. Theor wor was wooden planked, and it had appeared that no one had claimed either side of the room yet, making Ronnie the first person there. Ronnie decided that he wanted the bed on the left side and dropped his stuff on that band and the desk by the window. Heading back down stairs via elevator, Ronnie made tow more trips in which he brought up his computer, a lap top, a boom box for his mp3s, more clothes for the cool northern us fall, and some posters that one of his friends had made of his characters.
Heading back down stairs one more time, Ronnie brought up one last bag of clothes and his television, even though there was one in the common room, he wanted one in his room so he could watch what he wanted without bothering to many people. On his way inside, he saw a spiky brown haired boy getting on the elevator with another brown haired boy, this one's hair was longer, and e was taller then Ronnie, but not my much.
Seeing the doors to the elevator about to close, he called out, "Hey, wait, please hold the elevator." The shorter brown haired boy pushed the 'door open' button for him, as he finished crossing the room. In the elevator Ronnie put his television on the floor, but kept his duffel bag shouldered. As the doors closed he looked both boys over saying. "Thank you for holding the door."
"No problem, which floor are you on?e tae taller boy asked as the elevator began to move.
"Four, I'm in blue, I've already been up a few times," Ronnie said directing his reply toward the taller boy, his eyes more focused on the shorter one with the spiky hair, "but I didn't wan to wait for the other elevator, these things are so fucking slow." Committing both faces to memory, Ronnie then introduced himself to them, "I'm Ronald Kir III, but most people call me Ronnie.
"I'm Brian and this is Damien, the RA." The spiky haired oy said extending his had for the other boy to shake. "I'm also in cell blue."
"Nice to meet you, Ronnieamieamien said also shaking hands in greeting.
The elevator stopped on the fourth floor, and Ronnie led Damien and Brian to blue, vaguely hoping that Brian would be in his room. He continued on two dorm three while Damien hung back by the door with Brian as they figured out which room to take his stuff.
"Room three," Ronnie heard Brian say as he left the room to volunteer to help Brian with the rest of his stuff.
"Cool, were roommates," Ronnie said as he opened the door to their room.
Damien put Brian's computer on the desk nearest to the door, seeing that Ronnie had claimed the other one already, "See ya guys, I gotta go."
"Bye, tanks for helping," Brian said dropping CDs on the floor by the desk. "Hey, Ronnie, would you mind helping me bring the rest of my stuff up here?"
"Sure, no problem," he replied hiding his glee about sharing his room with such a cutie. "It's not going to take me long to unpack, so okay." He said as if weighing his options. "So, how old are you? When's your birthday?" he asked once they were on the elevator, trying to break the uncomfortable silence.
"May, 30th, I'm 20 right now," Brian replied as they rode back down the elevator. "You?"
"November 17th, I'm turning 20," Ronnie replied as they reached the ground floor and went to where Brian had left his car.
At the car the boys picked up more bags before they headed back up to their dorms. It took them three more trips to get the rest of Brian's stuff. On their last trip up stairs they passed another boy lugging three heavy bags to their dorm building.
"Hey, you," Ronnie called slinging shifting his box of what looked to be Brian's handwritten stories to resettle it more balanced, "do you need some help?"
"Me?" the short black haired boy asked turning to who who wasstiostioning him. "Nah, I'm fine, but I might need some getting in." he said blushing sheepishly.
"That's alright," Brian said balancing his box in one hand to press the ID pad. "Which r arr are you on?" the three walked into the dormitory.
"I'm on two, cell green, dorm 1," he replied heaving as he leaned against the elevator wall. "I'm Pailu Frank, most people call me Pai."
"Hi Pai, this is Brian and I'm Ronnie," he said indicating to each of them. "We're roommates on four, cell blue, dorm 3."
"I'll have to come up sometime," Pailu said as the elevator stopped on his floor. "Good luck this year," he waved as he dragged his stuff off the elevator, down a green hallway.
As the doors closed Ronnie sighed thinking about how hard his junior year was going to be. "So, I meant to ask this sooner, what's your major? It looks to be writing, but I could be wrong."
"I'm a screen and stage writer." Brian said tapping the box Ronnie had set at his feet. "In that box are some of my older plays." Brian smiled, "I used to be big, back in the day in that foreign place called high school. My major is in English, play-write to be exact, but I'm hoping to get my name in lights, somewhere. I plan on traveling if I don't do any good in the States." The elevator stopped on four, and they walked to blue. "What's you major?"
"I'm majoring in writing, novels not plays, and my minor is in acting." He replied as they walked into their common room only to find three other boys on the couch. "Yo," Ronnie waved.
"Hey, I'm Liam, Liam Elda." A tall lanky looking fellow said straightening from leaning over the back of the couch. Liam wore his light brown hair cut short, red on its tips as it spiked away in the back. "I'm in yellow, dorm 4, I was helping Mickey here, he's in dorm 1."
"Yo, I'm Michael Dower, like Liam said, I'm in 1." Michael was sitting on the couch, a box in his lap with controllers to a PS2 and game jewel cases. "Which rooms are you in?"
"Son of a bitch," a fairly high for guy's voice erupted from behind the television. A small, mousy frame emerged, his brown hair grayed with dust, two electronic cords in his hands. Looking at Ronnie and Brian he started blushing in embarrassment. "Sorry about the out burst, I'm Kirk, Kirk Magyar. Dorm 4, my roommate isn't here yet, but it's early, only 2," extending his hand, both Brian and Ronnie accepted introducing themselves.
Ditching Brian's stuff in their dorm, the boys went back out to the common room to see if they could help Kirk, Michael and Liam. Ronnie flopped into the comfortable sagging couch on Michaels right side, Brian on his left. "Hey, Mousy, Kirk, do you need any help?" Ronnie called correcting himself before Kirk could pull himself from the tangle of cords to glare at him.
Kirk huffed with exasperation, "I'm fine, but you'd think an electronic major could put together a simple video game system, it's like damn." Dropping the wires, Kirk backed up from his place behind the television, "Ronnie, Brian, can either of you put together a PS2?"
"I had one," Brian said getting backup and going behind the TV. "Somebody, turn on the TV and change the TV input," he ordered while he fiddled with the cords Kirk had dropped in disgust. Ronnie cut on the machine and switched the video receiver to input. The screen automatically changed to a dark picture with a floating memory card and game CD. "There, that was simple enough."
"Fuck you," Kirk said growling as he stalked off toward his room.
"Don't mind him, he's just stressed because of moving in and the fact that he had to drive over half the States just to get to Ishtar University," Michael explained as Kirks door closed with a mechanical whirl.
"So, anyone else hungry enough to eat the pissy one?" Ronnie said, relieving the room of the tension that Kirk's explosion and moving in had caused.
"I'm game," Liam said as he headed toward the door out of blue, "just let me get my 'Pissy Bitch Killing' sword."
The three boys laughed as they followed Liam to his dorm in yellow on the other side of their floor. The yellow dorm looked just like the blue one, except this one was covered in yellow paint. The common room also had a television, there was an X-Box plugged in underneath it. On the yellow doors the numbers were painted on in black, white wouldn't have been seen. Liam went to his room while the other three just stood by the door and waited
"It's like being a banana," Ronnie said gray eyes wide open in shock as he stopped in his tracks.
"Scary, I'm out," Brian said backing up before Liam started back out from his room.
"What's wrong with the three of you?" Liam asked, giving his new friends an odd look as he crossed the common room to leave.
"Your dorm is scary as a bitch," Michael said as he tried to calm his face.
"Pussy," Liam said under his breath as he pulled the three stunned boys out of his common dorm and back toward the elevators. "Let's just get some food, there's pizza place two blocks over that I went to a few time last year."
The other three boys fell out of their stupors as the thought of food passed through their minds, reminding them why they'd left the safety of their cell and saw the fright of Liam's. On the elevator, all three boys form blue let out breaths so hard, Liam's hair moved with the breeze.
"Damn you guys are pussies," he said running his hands through his hair, putting it back in place.
"Shut up, Liam," Ronnie said smoothing his hair as the door opened on the second floor, Pailu came entered the elevator, totting two other boys, also from green. They were also going out to lunch, so they decided to go in a big group and then return to Duzel Hall to eat.
"Hey, Sara, Kelly, Lynn," Ronnie waved as a car full of girls slowed o drive with them. "What's up?"
"Sup Ron?" a blonde girl asked, she was in the shot gun seat. "Nothing, just out for food."
"So are we, wanna come back to Duzel with us?" Liam asked leaning against the car as it stopped.
"You guys having a party or something like that?" a brunette asked rolling down her window.
"More the 'something like that' Lynn," Ronnie said laughing, "so, you girls coming?"
"Yeah, we'll be there," Lynn replied as the car started rolling forward. "We're gonna pick up a few more friends first."
"Cool, one of us'll be waiting for you, in about ten minutes, iight," Ronnie said waving as they drove off.
"So, Mr. Smooth, who were they?" Brian asked elbowing Ronnie as the boys made it to the pizza place.
"Some friends, I was in a small play outside of school with Sara, the blonde one." He replied shrugging it off as the others made joke about his answer. "Lynn and Kelly were at the cast party, they were a part of the crew, that's all"
"Yeah, right the crew," the other boys joked infuriating Ronnie as they finally got to the pizza parlor.
"Whatever," Ronnie said brushing them off again as they waited for their order.
In the parlor, Liam went up to the counter and ordered three supreme pizzas, three pepperoni and three cheese pizzas for everybody to eat before he sent Pailu and Vic to the store next door to get drinks.
On the way back, Brian volunteered to take the girls up to blue but the girls were already there, waiting outside with two other girls who were introduced as Jane and Kel, a red head and a brunette with green tips. The whole group piled into both elevators and went up to blue, where Kirk was angrily pounding away at his collerller in a fighting game. Looking up to see what had made all the noise, Kirk saw the group of boys and a few sparse girls come in with food and drinks and gave up on the game and joined the fun.
Ronnie sat on the bar counter near the kitchen while Liam mixed drinks for everybody. While the night wore on, Damien and his girlfriend passed through, they played a few games and chatted with most the students there. Other people came and left, Pailu left around nine with on the the girls that Sara and Lynn had picked up for the time being.
Around one in the morning, Brian and Ronnie were elected by everybody else to buy more food and drinks, so they left, their pockets full of monetary donations to pay for whatever they bought.
Ronnie lead the way, once they were outside, to his blue-black 2152 Liger, one 5 years old, and it still ran like it was knew. Ronnie looked over at Brian who sighed like he was an old, stressed out man, concerned he nudged him, "Hey, Brian, what's wrong?"
"Hnn?" Brian asked looking at Ronnie through half lidded eyes, "Nothing, just a little tired from moving in, staying up till one drinkin', y'know."
"I know just what you mean," Ronnie said running his hand through his free hair as they waited at a red light in silence. "Hey, can you go into the glove compartment to find me something to tie up my hair?" he asked as the light turned green and he pulled away.
"No prob," Brian replied digging through the glove box looking for a ribbon or scrunchie for his friend. "Found one," he said sitting up as Ronnie pulled into a 24hour grocer.
"Thanks dude," he replied pulling most of his dark hair out of his eyes with the scrunchie Brian had found. "Lets go, maybe we can get them drunk and they'll pass out soon."
"Don't life my spirits, you cruel, cruel boy," Brian joked as they started filling a shopping cart with chips, beer, and frozen pizzas. Paying for their food, the two returned to see what kind of mess their common room was in.
Back in the common room the boys saw thn thn their twenty minutes gone, the group had mysteriously grown. There were another four girls there, and the other three boys from a different Hall altogether who hadn't been there earlier in the day.
"Well, I guess our dreams of getting any sleep tonight have been dashed against the windshield of Liam's 'Pissy Bitch' killing sword'" Ronnie said as he dropped his bags on the trash littered counter.
"I have one question about your statement," Brian said opening the last cold drink from the fridge as he sat down next to Ronnie.
"And that is..." Ronnie prompted, looking across the group waving at people who's attention stopped on him.
"Which one of us is the 'pissy' one and the 'bitchy' one?"
"I think you're the pissy one just for asking that dumbass question, dumbass." Ronnie replied opening one of the beers they'd just bought, taking a long swig before looking at Brian. Thank god I'm a good drunk he thought, glad his secret was safe. "Later boy, I'm gonna see who's winning the game," he said as he slid off his chair and moved through the crowd like somebody practiced at it. Saying hi to people he knew, Ronnie dropped to the floor in time to catch the controller as whoever had just lost threw it up for grabs. Looking to see who his opponent would be, Ronnie settled in and fought, barely winning the best 2 out of three as the party continued for hours.
"Hey, Ronnie, you've been asleep for a couple of hours, why don't you go back and check on Brian," Kirk said kicking Ronnie lightly in the shin. Blinking the sleep out of his eyes, Ronnie pulled himself up and returned to his bedroom to see how his sick roommate was fairing. Pulling his hair out of the tight bond his scrunchie had created, Ronnie pressed the Id pad and the door lifted, admitting him in.
Letting his eyes focus to the darkness of the room after the door closed, Ronnie looked toward the clock the bright numbers showed him that it was just about seven in the evening. Sighing, thinking that Brian had slept long enough, Ronnie slid back into the bed and lifted Brian so that is head rested in Ronnie's lap.
"So, do you think you've slept long enough?" Ronnie asked, running his hair falling over both shoulders, framing his face. Gently pressing his palm against Brian's forehead, Ronnie started to get up, saying, "Your fevers gone down, but I don't thin's g's gone just yet. I'll call Ryan and have him make some soup for you, that should help.
"Neh," Brian said reaching out and grabbing the bottom of Ronnie's shirt so keep the younger boy from leaving. "Don't go, stay with me."
Ronnie's gray eyes looked into Brian's green eyes, seeing the longing for comfort there, and returned to the bed, he sat back down on the bed and held his friend, petting his head again, like he had before. Brian relaxed back against Ronnie again, breathing deeply again, his eyes wandering around the room, resting on the clock for a moment, before looking back up at Ronnie's face.
Ronnie, closed his eyes, still petting Brian's hair when he felt his roommates hand land on hi cheek startling him. Opening his eyes, Ronnie saw something there, he saw complete love and trust in his eyes. Bending, Ronnie pressed his lips over brains, but he kept his eyes closed, unsure of what Brian would do, until Brian gently pressed back. Ronnie hugged Brian close before letting him fall asleep again, comforted and protected in his lap.
Ohh, that was, tedious. Okay, I thank all of you for not complaining that this chapter was almost an exact copy of the last, because, it basically was, but after this, all new info will be provided! Soon I will post what makes this story worthy of being posted on this site, but I'll probably have to change the M/M listing at the beginning and stuff, that's going elsewhere in my head, and I wasn't all to sure what to put there in the first place. Thanks for reading and I'll be posting again soon, hopefully.
Sorry, but after this chapter, my postings may take longer because I'm going back to school. This chapter and parts of four were written during the summer, so I posted more or less often. I will try to post something like once every other week, so please forgive if you don't see any new updates from me to often. It's not that I'm not working, it's just that I don't have the time to sit and type for hours.
D. Ichigo
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Chapter 4
HE PLAYS FOR THE OTHER TEAM
DAISUKE ICHIGO
:Summary: The trials and tribulation of two college students as hey find out more about their true selves. Ronnie, the younger girlie-boy and Brian the older tan skinned mystery, together they learn a lot about themselves. (I suck as summaries, please don't hate?)
Two last disclaimers, I apologize for keeping you away from the reading this long. I don't own 'Anxiety" this was written by the Black Eyed Peas and I'm not making any money off of using this song, it just seemed so perfect for then. it's on Elephunk, track 12 for those of you who want to hear it. rem remember, no hate because I don't own it. I (also) don't own 'Where is the Love' either. Just borrowing it. Only own one copy of the CD it's on. It just spoke out, and I can't think of anything else to put in here that wouldn't be complete garbage. Or, it would be good, I just don't have the lyrics or the time to find the lyrics for said song.
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PONDERINGS
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Sunday morning Brian woke up feeling much better then he had all weekend. He also awoke to the feeling of strong, not so female arms wrapped around him, hugging him against a flat, not very female feeling chest, that also felt quite bare, just like his. Opening his eyes, Brian saw the blinds pulled down and closed against the weak morning sun, and he saw his bed, un-slept in across the rug of his dorm room.
Fighting to stay calm, he struggled to remember why he was in Ronnie's bed, and not his own, and then he remembered he had been sick the day before and spent most the day asleep in Ronnie's bed. Blinking, he wondered why Ronnie just hadn't slept in his own bed, instead of sharing the thin twin bed with him, and he wondered why Ronnie just hadn't put him into his own bed.
Sighing at all the unknown answers floating around his head, Brian tried to gently move Ronnie's arms so he could get up, his bladder painfully full, but just as he pushed against Ronnie's arms, he felt Ronnie hold him closer, mumbling something that Brian couldn't hear.
Rolling over, Brian looked at his red headed roommate, feeling somewhat drawn to the clear skin so near his own. Fighting the urge to pat his face, Brian thought [What the hell? Why in hells name am I trying to pat his face? I'm straight, not a queer, so why am I attracted to him?] Studying Ronnie's face, Brian's thoughts continued to race. [I thought he already had a boyfriend, so why are we sharing a bed?] Brian felt the grip on his slender waist loosed a bit and rolled over, his face warm from its odd thoughts. [Would it be so bad if I did love him or if he loved me? He is nice, tall, makes me laugh. He sure as hell has taken care of my sad ass often enough these few months, considering I had mono in September, strep in early October, and I had a head cold around Halloween, leaving me bed ridden with fever and coughs. Because I couldn't leave, every time he was nice enough to go and get my homework, so where does that leave us?]
Forgetting about his bladder, Brian continued thinking, [I would be much worse off if Ronnie wasn't so caring and nice. He's helped me develop my ideas for some of my English writings, and there was that time I dragged him out to 'Escape' and he saved me from that chick's deranged boyfriend, I woulda been long gone if I had to go up against him.] Brian thought laughing a little, causing Ronnie to move from the slight movement. After the younger boy stopped, Brian let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding and his thoughts continued. [But he's a boy, I can't date a non-girl, it's just not right, it's makes me wussy for turning away from the sweet touches and feelings of the female flesh.] Turning this thought over in his mind, Brian felt Ronnie's arm drop from him when Ronnie rolled over, now facing his wall, and not the open area of the room. Seeing his opportunity, Brian slid out of the bed and rushed to the bathroom still wondering if he was gay or not.
After finishing and washing his hands, the bare chested Brian walked out to the common room, feeling better, but his mind still ticking, rolling and wondering about how wrong it was to love Ronnie.
"Morning, Brian," a voice from the couch said, causing Brian to look to his left. "Feeling better?"
"Much, thanks, Adrian," Brian said running his hand through his spiky brown hair.
"That's good, considering how hard Ronnie tried to help you," Kirk said as he shuffled though the various game cases, looking for something to play. Dropping 'Soul Kalibur' onto the open disk slot, Kirk looked back up at Brian. "He stayed with you almost all day. He wouldn't let anybody in for anything, it's was a little scary how clingy he was yesterday, like a different person from our flippant Casanova we all love and cringe away from." Looking back at the television, Kirk started up the game. He and Ryan picked characters and ended up both playing at the same scantily-clad-large-weaponed girl. Brian looked at his closed door, the 03 shining at him brightly in the dulling blue field, thinking about his roommate and how different Ronnie acted with him and with everybody else in blue.
Going to the kitchen, Brian took out pans and food and started cooking eggs benedict, and ham, and he toasted a bagel, making a breakfast sandwich for Ronnie, his way of thanking the younger boy without vocalizing it. Carrying the plate of food back to dorm three, Brian saw Ronnie stil asleep, his back to the door.
Checking the clock a bright [10:10 am]stared out across the room. Crinkling his nose, Brian noticed an odd, rotting smell issuing from under Ronnie's bed and remember what Ronnie had told him the past morning. ++"You came in last night drunk as a fish. Woke up about 45 minutes ago and up chucked to beat the band all over my backpack, which you are replacing, the rug, and some of the floor under my bed."++
Placing the steaming sandwich on Ronnie's computer table Brian found some paper towels and went about his business trying to get the reeking smell out of the room when he noticed that a little of it was on Ronnie's quilt and some of it imbedded in the rug. Cleaning up the mess as best he could, Brian wrote himself a mental note telling himself to buy an air freshener to at least deal with some of the sour smell still clingingthe the room.
Washing his hands, Brian saw Ronnie sitting up in the bed, inspecting the sandwich that had cooled on his desk, his red hair falling all around his face and partially down his back. Looking at the door to see Brian enter, still not wearing a shirt, Ronnie gulped almost audibly as he fought his raging emotions for his roommate, hoping nothing would show on his face. "Morning."
"Same to you, and thanks," Brian said pointing at the sandwich and giving Ronnie a hand motion to tell him to eat. Taking the hint, Ronnie picked of the food and looked at it, not sure if he wanted to eat it, but decided against it and watched as Brian gathered up some clothes before heading back to the door, stopping, but not turning around for Ronnie to see his face. "Ronnie, I'm sorry for causing you trouble yesterday. Friday Jo (Joanne, not really important, though) dumped me just hours after Prof. Hammy (Professor Hamilton) gave me a low grade on our last test." Run his his right hand through his hair now balancing the clothes in the other, turning to look at Ronnie, Brian went on, "I was stressed, so I drank, like you said 'like a fish' then I stumbled back here, after Lou dropped me off, then I guess you can figure out the rest." He said, turning back to the door, his heart beating fast, and trying to ignore the odd feeling surging through his gut. "Well, I'll be back, soon, I guess," he mumbled leaving the room before Ronnie could for any sort of response.
Ronnie just sat in the bed, chewing his cheek, thinking about the glut of unasked information that Brian had given him. --Does he suspect anything?-- Ronnie thought, worried a little. [What wohapphappen if Dale come came back and--] he thought, trailing off in confusion and insecurity. Ronnie settled in his bed so that he was leaning onto the headboard of his bed, thinking about what he had been told. --Why did he do that? I never questioned him, I only figured something was wrong. What's wrong with him? Maybe he felt awkward about realizing he sleeping in the same bed as a guy. Maybe I should have slept in his bed and left him alone?--
Resting his head on the top of the headboard, Ronnie wondered what he should do. His grip on his emotions was weakening, he knew that something would happen that would trip him up and Brian would know how his roommate really felt about him. [Maybe a new boyfriend would be good. Dale is long gone, he still lives back in Vermont, working his way up the corporate ladder to busy to deal with a nineteen year old. He's almost twenty-six, he was nice to me and gentle, but something was always a little off between us.] closing his eyes Ronnie heard Brian return to their room a few minutes later, but the older boy didn't say anything.
Barely glancing at the younger boy who was still sitting in bed, Brian pulled a sweatshirt and coat out of his side of the closet before sitting on his own bed and pulling his boots on. "Later," was all he said, not giving Ronnie any indication as to where he was going. Ronnie sat watching Brian, through eyes half closed, as he left, before getting up to shower and dress for the day.
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[Ohmigod! I think I've fallen in love with him. That's not really bad thing, but what if he doesn't really find me appealing. I remember when he told me he was gay, I more or less brushed it off. I mean, he lovho oho or what he wants to love.] Brian thought as the cool November winds swept around him as he walked toward his car. [I think I told him that as long as he doesn't hit on me, I'd be fine with it, but now I'm starting to wonder, I mean he kissed me last night and I don't remember resisting much. What should I do, he didn't say anything and I spilled all that private information. I mean it's not as if he really asked me why I had come back drunk, he just took care of me.]
Palming his car keys, Brian opened the door to his two-seater, five-on-the-floor red Pion, the black flames breaking as the door slid up, out of his way. Turning the key in the ignition and hearing the vehicle growl to life as the driver side door closed brought Brian back to the present, breaking his thoughts as he picked a radio station to listed to before driving out of the Duzell Hall parking lot and making a left as he drove to the mall.
On the radio {I feel like I wanna smack somebody
Turn around and bitch slap somebody (bitch)
But I ain't goin' out bro (no, no, no)
I ain't givin' into it (no, no, no)
Anxieties bash my mind in
Terrorizing my soul like Bin Laden
But I ain't fallin' down bro (no, no, no)
I won't lose control bro (no, no, no)
Shackle and chained
My soul feels stained
I can't explain got an ich on my brain
Lately my whole aim is to maintain
And regain control of my mainframe
My bloods boiling its beatin' out propaine
My train of thoughts more like a runaway train
I'm in a fast car drivin' in a fast lane
In the rain and I'm might just hydroplaine}
[This song is so perfect,] Brian thought bouncin his head with the rock pop beat of the song as he drove to the mall.
{I don't fear none of my enemies
And I don't fear bullets from Uzis
I've been dealing with something thats worse than these
That'll make you fall to your knees and thats the
-The anxiety the sane and the insane rivalry
Paranoias brought me to my knees
Lord please, please, please
Take away my anxiety
The sane and the insane rivalryranoranoias brought me to my knees
Lord please, please, please
Take away my anxiety-}
stopping at a light Brian looked out his window at the people walking on the sidewalk. He saw couples holding hands, cooing away like doves. Looking to the left sidewalk Brian saw two owneryingying to drag their dogs away from each other, their barks muted by the music blastin the the car. Pulling away as the light changed, Brian focused on the beat and the music forgetting about hi stress and worries for the moment.
{My head keeps running away my brother
The only thing making me stay my brother
But I won't give into it bro (no, no, no)
Gotta get myself back now (no, no, no)
God, I can't let my mind be
Tell my enemy is my own
Gots to find my inner wealth
Gots to hold up my thoughts
I can't get caught (no, no, no)
I can't give into it now (no, no, no)
Emotions are trapped set on lock
Got my brain stuck goin through the motions
Only I know what's up
I'm filled up with pain
Tryin' to gain my sanity
Everywhere I turn its a dead end infront of me
With nowhere to go gotta shake this anxiety
Got me feelin' strange paranoia took over me
And its weighin' me down
And I can't run any longer, yo
Knees to the ground
I don't fear none of my enemies
And I don't fear bullets from Uzis
I've been dealing with something thats worse than these
That'll make you fall to your knees and thats the
-The anxiety the sane and the insane rivalry
Paranoias brought me to my knees
Lord please, please, please
Take away my anxiety
The sane and the insane rivalry
Paranoias brought me to my knees
Lord pleasleaslease, please
Take away my anxiety-}
Pulling into the mall parking lot, Brian listened to the end of the song while waiting for a small red car to pull out of a space three rows over from the nearest entrance.
{I don't fear none of my enemies
And I don't fear bullets from Uzis
I've been dealing with something thats worse than these
That'll make you fall to your knees and thats the
-The anxiety the sane and the insane rivalry
Paranoias brought me to my knees
Lord please, please, please
Take away my anxiety
The sane and the insane rivalry
Paranoias brought me to my knees
Lord please, please, please
Takin' away my anxiety-}
Resting his forehead on the steering wheel as the last chords of the song faded away and the radio's DJ came on announcing the next song, this one a ballad, before Brian cut the power, the car quieting. Pulling the handle, the door slid up and Brian climbed out at looked toward the mall, praying he'd find what he wanted soon.
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Ronnie walked out of the bathroom around eleven-forty, his hair dark with water laying limply ast hst his back as he walked through the common room to room three, pausing only a moment to see who was playing video games before pressing the ID pad to enter his room. Dropping his pajama pants on his bed, Ronnie sat down at his computer and 'woke' it from the screensaver and the programmed 'sleep' mode to continue work.
Once the screen had cleared Ronnie opened a file labeled 'Forlorn' and watched as the Micropop Word opened the desired document and counted up the 245 pages he had already typed. Dragging the scrbar bar to the bottom, Ronnie reached the last two paragraphs he had typed before connecting to his Internet radio to continue working.
Listening to the pounding keys in Tchaikovsky's piano concerto, Ronnie worked on his story for his Historical English class. The story he was working on was about a married wife in 16th century France who was not being fulfilled the way she desired and so slept with hundreds of men, killing any child she conceived in these affairs. After finding men undesirable and not satisfying enough, in the woman started going out to brothels, dressed as a man. Hiding all from her husband who was too busy to suspected something was amiss. Eventually the husband started noticing that some of their servants were missing, and new, less efficient servants were in their house, in their places. The husband had spies searching the house to find out who was firing the old maids and butlers, and hiring the new one. The spies brought him news of his adulterous wife and sent them to figure out why she was so unfaithful to him. The husband learned that while he spent most of his time in a different part of the house from his wife, managing their estates and training his heir in all he needed to do, his wife had become a nymphomaniac and had screwed everything she could, even bringing harm upon herself from her adventurous actions.
Carefully looking back at the past few pages, Ronnie mentally mapped out what the husbands course of action would be. He had already written a rough outline, knowing the stories conclusion, but where he was, was critical. How he had to explain the next part of the story would make it or break it. Ronnie sat and typed for describing how the husband strung and elaborate trap in the most recent brothel his wife was using.
Sighing and leaning back away from the desk, Ronnie looked at the clock in the corner of the screen [1:30] looked at him in the dark blues he'd liked for his screen. Saving his work, Ronnie stretched his legs and standing, his stomach grumbled angrily atfor for ignoring it for so long, he looked at the sandwich Brian had set down hours ago, having never picked it, before he left the room to see what was in the kitchen. Yawning, slightly tired from writing for so long, Ronnie poked around the kitchen to see what he had to eat.
Finding nothing desirable in the kitchen he returned to his room grumbling about the lack of food. Getting his wallet, Ronnie picked up a jacket to go over his sweatshirt and left to buy something.
Walking toward the parking lot, Ronnie saw Brian's red and black two-seater pull into the parking lot. Wanting to prevent an awkward moment between them, Ronnie ducked into a park to his right and started walking in circles. After going around the park a couple of times, Ronnie decided he was hungryto bto bto be able to get past Brian if he was still there and to his car. Making the left and breaking his circuit of the park, Ronnie checked the parking lot and saw that Brian was gone. Sighing gratefully he climbed into his dark vehicle drove to the nearest fast-food restaurant, Taco Banzai.
Clicking on the radio, Ronnie heard no songs he liked, but finally settled on a song he had never heard before.
On the radio {Where is the love
The love, the love
It just t tht the same, always unchanged
New days are strange, is the world insane
If love and peace is so strong
Why are there pieces of love that don't belong
Nations droppin' bombs
Chemical gasses fillin' lungs of little ones
With the ongoin' sufferin' as the youth die young
So ask yourself is the lovin' really gone
So I could ask myself really what is goin' wrong}
[This song is different.] Ronnie thought making a left further down the road then Brian had. [I wonder where the love between Brian and Dale and me is. Is it still there between Dale and me, or is it now between Brian and me]
{In this world that we livin' in people keep on givin' in
Makin' wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends
Not respectin' each other, deny thy brother
A war is goin' on but the reason's undercover
The truth is kept secret, (SSSH, SSSH)
it's swept under the rug
If you never know truth then you never know love
Where's the love, y'all, come on (I don't know)
Where's the truth, y'all, come on (I don't know)
Where's the love, y'all
People killin', people dyin'
Children hurt and you hear them cryin'
Can you practice what you preach
and would you turn the other cheek
Father, Father, Father help us
Send us some guidance from above...}
Changing the radio station to a more calming classical station, Ronnie tried to let the playful chords of Vivaldi's 'Four Seasons: Spring' chase the depressing questions from his mind.
Soon pulling into the parking lot of the Taco Banzai, Ronnie cut off the car, and got out the car. Humming the tune of the Beethoven song that came on after the Vivaldi went off. Inside the restaurant, Ronnie got onto the end of the short line of customers and waited his turn, still trying to ignore the thoughts running through his head about Brian. [He's un-allowed, remember, dumbass] he chided hoping it would help. [Right after you told him you were gay he said he was fine with it, but he wouldn't be to fine with it if mademade any advance on him.]
Weighing the options, another part of him replied --Well then, what about last night, why didn't you stop me then?!? Why didn't he stop me himself? I mean, if I remember right, he kissed me back!--
[He was sick and had a temperature you fool! Of coarse he couldn't do much!] The first side answered, this time the fight not sounding as strong as it had in the beginning of the argument. [He was defenseless, which makes your kiss even worse!]
"Excuse me, sir, are you ready to order?" a voice asked, startling Ronnie away from his thoughts.
"Huh, what," he mumbled for a moment, remembering where he was. "Oh, yeah. Can I have a number five, beef, no sour cream please."
"Alright, that's will be $5.11," the cashier replied after placing the order. "Thank you, your number will be called shortly.
Taking the receipt from the man, Ronnie flopped into an embootbooth before remembering about the drink that came with his food. Getting back up, Ronnie went to the drink dispenser and mixed the lemon-lime sodas with the fruit juices in his own mock Bloody Mary.
Sitting back down with his drink, Ronnie waited five minutes until his order was called. Thanking the woman who passed him his food, he returned to his car and rode out to a small lake to eat and think. Sitting on the grass and looking out across the churning water, Ronnie started eating the beef chalupa he had bought and letting his mind wander to where it would.
[Does Brian feel weird about what happened last night? I mean he kind of just left after making me that sandwich. Maybe I should have dumped it before he got back and thought I was mean about not eating it or something. It was odd, he cooked for me.]
--Maybe he truly likes you, and you just can't handle that idea--
[But if he liked me, why would he tell me not to touch him or anything?]
--Because, he didn't know he liked you months ago, I meas aas a child you though you were in love with girls, until ::it:: happened. -
[I can't do anything about what happened, but...]
--We don't know if it did or didn't affect you, stupid, we just have to take care of whatever's going on now. Whatever's going to happen.-
Getting up, Ronnie cleared his head of the negative memories. The memories that are always plaguing him, and only sometimes leaving him. Picking up I food wrappers, Ronnie climbed the hill back to where he had left the care, preparing to return to his homework.
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Brian ignored the fact that he saw Ronnie circling the park near the parking lot and returned to blue to relax after his long and tiring day. [I wonder if he'll like the CDs] he questioned himself as the elevator opened its doors, granting him admittance. -Well, he likes classical, and he doesn't have much from Chopin or Bach. He mostly listens to his radio or the Internet radio so this might be a nice change of pace.-
[I know, but you'd think I could think of something better for his twentieth birthday gift!]
{Well, you could always give him your self} a relaxed and evil voice said from the back of Brian's head.
[What the hell are you talking about!] his sensible side yelled to the quiet, dirty voice. [I could never do that. And anyway, if I were gay, I'd be on top!]
{You know you want the feel of another man's hands sliding up and down you. You know you'd love the feeling of somebody having the power over you to make you squeal and squirm. Stop lying about your dreams. Stop acting as if you're completely straight!}
[What dreams?] a quiet voice asked, scared of the answer.
Brian got off the elevator, the quiet voice battling the evil voice, shocking him as he remembered thoughts he though he had locked away. Ignoring the questioning stares he got from the boys playing games infront of the computer, Brian walked to dorm three and his legs buckled beneath him as soon a the door closed.
{ #A pressure pounding away inside of me. Long red hair fanning about me chest as something wet and warm travels up and down my body.#}
[stop it]
{^I groan and moan as strong hands hold me still as something long and hard enters me, tarring me as a wave of pleasure and pain washes up my body^}
[Shut up, stop it!]
{*I hear my name chanted behind me as I repeat a name that rolls off my tongue with familiarity. 'Ronnie, Ronnie, Ronnie' I chant, moaning as my arms ach from holding the bed's headboard. I scream his name out loud coming hard on the bed, sweat pouring down me as Ronnie comes soon after. I feel his sweaty body on top mine as I collapse onto the bed. He holds me close and presses his lips to the side of my neck whispering 'I love you'*}
"STOP IT!" Brian yelled wrapping his hands around his head as if to force the memories away. "STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP IT! I DON'T WANT TO REMEMBER ANY OF THIS! I WISH YOU'D GO AWAY! LEAVE ME ALONE!" he screamed out loud at the voice in his head. "LEAVE ME ALONE! GO AWAY! THERE'S NOTHING WRONG ME! I'm perfectly normal!" he said, his voice dropping to a quiet whisper as he gripped his elbows, hugging himself as he rocked back and forth, oblivious to the voices outside the door, calling out to him. "I'm perfectly fine! I had a girlfriend, but shmpedmped me. I'll get another soon, there's nothing wrong with being single. I never had any of those dreams." He said trying to rationalize his thoughts, his nails digging small red moons into his arms.
{Stop lying to yourself}
"No, no, no." he replied as sweat trickled down his face and blood started falling from his arms.
-Stop lying to yourself, Brian. You know you're not straight.-
"I'm alright, I'm fine, there's nothing wrong with me!"
[Brian, you know you're wrong. You've been living a lie for years, at least en years and you know it.]
"No, I'm a good Christian boy. I'm in love with girls not boys."
[Stop lying to yourself! You know you're lying.]
"No, I'm telling the truth. I'm a good boy. Mommy will give me something good if I'm a good boy."
-Ever since Mother saw you once kissing Justin you've been hyper-obsessed with girls. You know you're lying to your self. You know you're hurting yourself.-
"No, I didn't kiss Justin. I never touched him wrong. He never touched my body."
{He did} the third voice sounding kinder then it had earlier less of a threatening edge to it, more calming. {The last time you say him, when he slept over, he touched you. He wrapped his hand around you and made you moan and scream.}
"No, Justin never touched me there. He never grabbed my penis. He never...he never..."
[He did and you begged him for more. You loved it and then your mother caught you, she caught you on top of him. She caught you as you impaled yourself on him.]
-She heard you moan, she saw as he wrapped his hands about your smaller waist and pull you all the way down on him. She saw it all in horror.-
"No...no-nothing happened. She saw nothing," Brian said weakly as he succumbed to the truth in his head.
[You know what she saw. She knows what she saw. That's why you never saw Justin after that. You never saw the older boy who took you first.]
"She saw everything and hated me for it."
{Yes, she saw everything, that's why Justin is gone. That's why George and Sam and Bill are gone. She feared that they would all corrupt you and send you to hell.}
"But she was wrong, I asked them. Everytime, I asked them, until she had me committed." Brian slowly stood up and walked to the bed, no paying attention to which bed he went to. Laying down and smelling a pleasant spicy scent, Brian shed his clothes, the his arms searing in pain from the movement. Kicking his clothes to the floor, Brian wrapped his body in the comforting dark sheets and stared at the wall as he mind slowed.
-{[it's okay]}- all three voices said at the same time, soothing Brian's mind. -{[You'll be okay, you'll be safe. You mother is far, far away. She can't hurt you anymore, you're safe. If anything happen, Ronnie will protect you like he has all year.]}-
"Yes, Ronnie has been good for me. Ronnie has been there. Ronnie will be nice and rough," tho those final words, Brian painfully grabbed his imp cock and thought of how nice Ronnie's body had felt next to his the night before, bringing it to full attention.
Sliding his hand up and down the hard shaft, Brian moaned, imagining it was Ronnie giving him a hand job. Grabbing his sacs with his other hand, Brian moaned at the rough touch and started thrusting into his hand. Pinching one of his nipples, Brian arched into the pain and moaned as he rubbed the aching flash while still moving his hand up and down his shaft feeling only the firm pressure on his penis and the other pressure on his chest.
After pinching his other nipple, hard, like the first, Brian started sucking his fingers until and then he let the saliva trail down his chest, making a short circle around his navel before reaching his desired destination. Lifting his leg out of the way, Brian harshly shoved his fingers into his ass and moaned at the feeling, his grip on his cock painfully tight as he continued to work himself.
Running one finger over the highly sensitive tip, Brian came and screamed out Ronnie's name. Pulling his fingers out of himself, Brian curled up in the bed, Ronnie's bed, and fell asleep, his mind quiet.
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Ronnie burst into the room, rushing after he'd gotten back to his car, hearing from Kirk and Adrian that something was wrong with Brian and he was screaming. Looking for Brian, Ronnie found him curled up in his bed, asleep in the mid-afternoon light filtering into the room.
Looking at the form in his bead, Ronnie sighed because Brian appeared to be seeping and not dead. Walking carefully over to the bed Ronnie decided to check out Brian, make sure he was living.
Pulling the sheets down from Brian's neck, Ronnie saw the blood drying, smeared across his arm and knitted his eyebrows in confusion, but decided to leave Brian alone to sleep in his bed. Tired from his raging thoughts and the events of the day, Ronnie walked over to Brian's bed and fell asleep as soon as he had his shoes off.
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Wow, this was a long ass chapter and I worked damn hard on it so...
NO HATE!!!
And I'd like to thank my mind, because that's how my mind works. Ahh, the sweet two sided conversations for when I've got a problem to worry about. Three ree sided convo's are some of the worst.
As for the 'dreams' Brian has, those are three separate dreams he had. I'm not sure how obvious that is, but I thought you'd like to know that.
Just a reminder, I am starting a mailing list, which I will keep up! Like I said, questions I can't answer in a rant, send it to dichigo88@yahoo.com and I'll reply, if you don't mind minor spoilers. I meant to post this with chapter three, but I forgot and I just decided not to repost it with this information, since, I figured I could always post it some other time.
One last reminder, school will be holding me up, so I hope you don't mind waiting for the postings. I plan on keeping things to about two postings a month, but please bear with me if I mess up, I'm still writing and planning. Thankies to all you wonderful readers and reviewers!
DI
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So, that was a trip down memory lane for me, and ....well, i don't know what it was for you reader. But, it's me, it was me back in 2004, how I wrote. Um, I will never apologize for it, aside from never writing more before, but now that I'm older it can be properly written when I get the time to sit down and just write.
Until the next post, brush your face and grease your hair :)
Jasmine P.
March 15, 2009
Movie and Medical Madness
So, it's been a short period of time and I have a small window of writing ability ot take care of a bit of story telling about my last few days. I blame typos on my little medi-collada I took five minutes prior to attempting to write this.
I spent last weekend hanging with Alex, that was awesome, per usual, and we watched a whole mess of awesome movies, which was pretty sweet. We caught Watchmen, which I enjoyed thuroughly. I made it home on Sunday and spent a few days there before my surgery on Thursday morning. Nothing special happened at home, but I was in a whole mess of pain. That I do remember.
Wendesday Dorien and I drove down to Norfolk. We went to Moe's for a late lunch. We sat around the apartment for a while and I took a nap before eating my last pre-op meal around 9 that night. I didn't consume anything after 10:30/11. I went to bed not too long before midnight. I slept like shit because I didn't take any tylenol. Woke up a few times during the night, and dreamt that my surgery would have to be pushed back because I kept forgetting I couldn't eat, and would eat stuff.
I woke up around 7:44am and got ready. I left the old bandages, but changed the ones from the groin area because those were straight up foul, and not taped to me, like the ones under my arms. Dad got here literally right when we were going to leave and I got to the hospital around 9:47, when they were calling me to make sure I was on my way. I checked in and we hung out in the waiting room until about...10:15 then I left the fam. and headed for pre-op. I got an IV placed in my left hand, and changed into a gown. I was nervous, but tried not to be, I was also cold and said as much.
From the pre-op I was asked a variety of health related questions such as the likelyhood of my being pregant and the last time I had imbibed anything from food, to booze to cigarettes and the frequency. I answered truthfully, not reason not to. Well, aside from how much tylenol I took, that I lied about.
Dr. Reed came in during the second round of the questions and marked me up with a purple pen so they knew where they were going to cut and what not. That was interesting. Mildly awkward...thankfully only mildly. I saw Dorien and Dad one last time, Miguel didn't arrive until I was in my 24hour post op room. I got wheeled into the operation room. It was cold in there, they gave me some warm blankets and had me slide from the first bed to the operation bed. That was a skinny little bed. I laid on it and I think they ran something through IV I think. I remember them putting the mask over my face, the air in it was cold. I was out and I have been told that the surgery went fine. I feel fine two days later.
I remember waking up in the recovery room. It was cold there, and somehow between the surgical studio and the recovery room my IV fell out, so tehy had to try to give me another. I was fine with the first few attempts, but by the 5th attempt to give me an IV from torunaquette all the way to them stabbing me and failing I was getting annoyed and whiney and fidgity. I told them I was cold and after tehy warmed me up a bit they were able to get an Iv into me, in my left arm. And at one point they tried my foot. That one annoyed me. My friggin' foot. I got a few doses of morphine, that was sweet. No pain, and I wanted to sleep.
Terry, my man nurse, kept telling me to breath deeper, I have a penchant for shallow breathing apparently. He was also awesome and gave me some ice chips and apple juice after I was out of surgery for a few hours. He asked me how tolerable my pain was. At it's worst I was only at 6, and at the best in the recovery room I was at about 2. He also got me a bedpan. That was pretty embarassing and awkward, trying to use a bed pan. I was sure that I had peed in the bed and not in the bedpan, but I had to pee. I had to pee a lot.
I was moved form the recovery room to the post-op 24 hour stay around 5 or 6. I was in the room for a few minutes before Dad, Pattie and Dorien got there. I told them about the IV and how I was feeling. I made it to the bathroom again at some point, and I did have fun telling Dad to close his eyes or what not when the doctor's were looking at the bandages or when I went to the bathroom.
Oh, aside from Dr. Reed remember me and the fact that I fenced, my post op doctor I met back in September, Dr. Noorbakhsh also remembered me and my fencing. Weird, seriously. He was nice still, so my stay in thehospital was bearble. I slept terribly that night, and that it the conclusion of the story for now. My next post will tackle Friday and Saturday which will recant my being doped on pain killers and watching TV and trying to type and do things on the computer. Nothing too crazy, but I do want to remember this time, and this is on the internet for the fuck of it. It's not so personal that I need to save it to my HD, and if you think it is, fuck off and find something else to read.
Jasmine P.
I spent last weekend hanging with Alex, that was awesome, per usual, and we watched a whole mess of awesome movies, which was pretty sweet. We caught Watchmen, which I enjoyed thuroughly. I made it home on Sunday and spent a few days there before my surgery on Thursday morning. Nothing special happened at home, but I was in a whole mess of pain. That I do remember.
Wendesday Dorien and I drove down to Norfolk. We went to Moe's for a late lunch. We sat around the apartment for a while and I took a nap before eating my last pre-op meal around 9 that night. I didn't consume anything after 10:30/11. I went to bed not too long before midnight. I slept like shit because I didn't take any tylenol. Woke up a few times during the night, and dreamt that my surgery would have to be pushed back because I kept forgetting I couldn't eat, and would eat stuff.
I woke up around 7:44am and got ready. I left the old bandages, but changed the ones from the groin area because those were straight up foul, and not taped to me, like the ones under my arms. Dad got here literally right when we were going to leave and I got to the hospital around 9:47, when they were calling me to make sure I was on my way. I checked in and we hung out in the waiting room until about...10:15 then I left the fam. and headed for pre-op. I got an IV placed in my left hand, and changed into a gown. I was nervous, but tried not to be, I was also cold and said as much.
From the pre-op I was asked a variety of health related questions such as the likelyhood of my being pregant and the last time I had imbibed anything from food, to booze to cigarettes and the frequency. I answered truthfully, not reason not to. Well, aside from how much tylenol I took, that I lied about.
Dr. Reed came in during the second round of the questions and marked me up with a purple pen so they knew where they were going to cut and what not. That was interesting. Mildly awkward...thankfully only mildly. I saw Dorien and Dad one last time, Miguel didn't arrive until I was in my 24hour post op room. I got wheeled into the operation room. It was cold in there, they gave me some warm blankets and had me slide from the first bed to the operation bed. That was a skinny little bed. I laid on it and I think they ran something through IV I think. I remember them putting the mask over my face, the air in it was cold. I was out and I have been told that the surgery went fine. I feel fine two days later.
I remember waking up in the recovery room. It was cold there, and somehow between the surgical studio and the recovery room my IV fell out, so tehy had to try to give me another. I was fine with the first few attempts, but by the 5th attempt to give me an IV from torunaquette all the way to them stabbing me and failing I was getting annoyed and whiney and fidgity. I told them I was cold and after tehy warmed me up a bit they were able to get an Iv into me, in my left arm. And at one point they tried my foot. That one annoyed me. My friggin' foot. I got a few doses of morphine, that was sweet. No pain, and I wanted to sleep.
Terry, my man nurse, kept telling me to breath deeper, I have a penchant for shallow breathing apparently. He was also awesome and gave me some ice chips and apple juice after I was out of surgery for a few hours. He asked me how tolerable my pain was. At it's worst I was only at 6, and at the best in the recovery room I was at about 2. He also got me a bedpan. That was pretty embarassing and awkward, trying to use a bed pan. I was sure that I had peed in the bed and not in the bedpan, but I had to pee. I had to pee a lot.
I was moved form the recovery room to the post-op 24 hour stay around 5 or 6. I was in the room for a few minutes before Dad, Pattie and Dorien got there. I told them about the IV and how I was feeling. I made it to the bathroom again at some point, and I did have fun telling Dad to close his eyes or what not when the doctor's were looking at the bandages or when I went to the bathroom.
Oh, aside from Dr. Reed remember me and the fact that I fenced, my post op doctor I met back in September, Dr. Noorbakhsh also remembered me and my fencing. Weird, seriously. He was nice still, so my stay in thehospital was bearble. I slept terribly that night, and that it the conclusion of the story for now. My next post will tackle Friday and Saturday which will recant my being doped on pain killers and watching TV and trying to type and do things on the computer. Nothing too crazy, but I do want to remember this time, and this is on the internet for the fuck of it. It's not so personal that I need to save it to my HD, and if you think it is, fuck off and find something else to read.
Jasmine P.
March 1, 2009
On January and February 2009
Well, it's been a nie long while since I've taken any decent documentation of my life, or have written my rants and responses to muhc of anything. I think I posted on about R. Rodriguez, and just yesterday there was a letter to Kevin Smith, but nothing that will really remind me of what these past few months have been like. I have a few small things written on LJ, but nothing really major or interesting. Well a few things have happened, but I'm not at liberty to post it here, but that will be taken care of being written somewhere, but not on the internet. It was awkward to begin with and it's in my best interest to not have it wherever on the internet. I mean, I can reveal any of my own secrets, but other people's business to a degree, but we'll get to that when we get to February.
January.
2009 started up in Reston, VA, like most of my years. I just hung out with Dorien and we watched Burn After Reading, which I had purchased not too long prior to ringing in the New Year. That was an interesting movie, over all I liked it, but I'm not entirely sure why. I know I didn't do much for the beginning of January. Early in January I rocked out to Sin City a whole bunch. Seriously. I friggin' love that movie so it was a great way to break off 2009. I reember spending most of my time on my own, but that's the case when I'm back home.
January was when I'd run out of Vicodin and was in pretty extreme amounts of pain. That pain is from Hippastrum something, a bacteria that gets into your pores. It like a warm damp environment, such as the groin and the arm pit. I have it in both locations, I guess I'll thre beause it's under both arms. I mostly talk about ht eones under my arms, but that's because it's that muhc less awkways, and I highly doubt people want ot know about my fucked up twat. I mean, it's like a fucking asteroid down there, craters and shit. It's fucking gross. Yeah, this is my journal for my shit. If you don't like it then you can suck it. I haven't spoken about it because the ones on my arms do enouhg to slow a conversation that I don't need to talk about my groin, even if those are the ones that are the most bothersome at the moment. But back to january, I decided to use my Twitter to remind me a bit about what has gone on. This section of the rant was inspired by my comments on the effects of Tylenol Pm and my being in pain. I've been in almost constant pain for the past 8 months, and thankfully that will be coming to an end soon, but that will be spoken about at length in February. I'll add this last point, healing sucks, I'm itchy as all fuck.
So, January. I lived on the couch and colored two pictures and a comic. One is about Icarus and Leopold and I titled it 'Pink Lemonade' because of the background and boarder colors. I was mostly messing around, but I do like the over all and I really like the composition. I wish Icky was more in character, but I like the picture none the less. The second was one of Alexis, Daisuke and Aryan. A similar composition for all three, but keeping the colors was clashing was so friggin' irritating. Eahc character has their own scheme, then their background couldn't be too similar to eachother's back grounds, but couln't clash with their personal color schemes, and I didn't want the colors to be too similar. This one the characters are muhc mor ein character, even is Alexis isn't wearing her normal traveling garb, it still work quite nicely. And her abs are dead sexy here. I also finally finished the Christmas gift comic I drew for Za, CR and Sean, I just never made them their prints, but they have each seen the comic, which is well enough.
That is how I spent most of early January. I also started my big Movie List of 2009 and the less dramatic Big Book List of 2009. As of this writing I've watched 31 movies, probably about 26 different flicks. That's been prettty sweet. It's just that it seems to me that all I do is watch movies, so I might as well know what I spent my year watching. It'll also be an interesting wat to keep track of my varying interests, and at the end of the year to see what has influenced changes in my movie viewing pleasure. In Jnuary I was highly taken by Sin City. That started a Robert Rodriguez kick so I finally bought El Mariachi, his first movie and loved it to pieces and had to buy more of his movies. I know own many of the movies he's directed. But back to January. When I wasn't watching movies, I was watching House. Seriously, all I did over break was watch USA and the Food Network with a little bit of other in between. And some B:TAS, one seasn left to watch, I was thinking about over Spring Break, I dunno.
I'm supposed to hang out with the Ficus before leaving Nrofolk to drive back here and not see him unti some undetermined time, which has ended up being next weekend. Woot woot. But he decided to eat at the Wendy's back home. I schooled him, told him it was built on sketch and disease, because that Wendy's was, is. The end of my Winter Break wasn't that climatic, but I did spend my last days relaxing, which is pretty awesome.
I make my way back to campus and spend more time that I'd like alone. I have been and I think that plus my English class has started this littlemountian of writing and inspiration to write. I just haven't given into it until now.
My first day of classes isn't terrible and neither is my second day. I decided to roll all my spare change which is sweet becase it adds up to $40, so I have some extra spending change and extra money is always awesome. I hit up the Phoenix movie theater, the one by the Naval Base and watch Valkyrie. That was an interesting movie, and I was sad when they failed to kill Hitler. The characters were so fucking earnest. that made them likable and adorable. They were so honest in their desire to dethrone Hitler in a coup that when they fail I forgot that historically Hitler committed suicide. That made me think and maybe write a little. Somewhere.
My first week was ineventful. The second week things kick off early with my laptop catching some bitch of a virus. That was hell, and I slowly learn that Logic and Philosophy was a stupid class choice. Hmm, actually, remember time better, my computer got the virus on thef irst Tuesday of the semester which I was rolling my money so going out also doubled as something to do until I got it back two days later. Thankfully, his hard drive was intact from that little circle of hell.
I spend January going to classes and at some point I loose the Club election of President. Over winter Break Jason realised that being a captain and president was a ahll of a position to be in and resigned form being President. Glenn was elected into his position and I was elected to be Vice President, and have spent most of my club time for the past few weeks shadowing whatever Glenn's needed to do for the Club and taking care of things that he has hasn't been able to make for some reason or another.
Nothing really special happens for the rest of January, I don't think. Twitter for the verification. Ahh, I remember this now. I started smoking a little the night I went to see Vaklyrie. Part of it was I missed how relaxful break was and the few cigs I had with the Ficus, so I bought a pack I still have like half of it because it's usually too goddam cold out there to stand around for ten minutes smoking. I like my hands thank you very much.
Around the end of January a few upper classmen started chatting with me up in Borjo because I was reading Brenner's book and they're logic majors or some bull shit. They are interesting to chat with. A few really sweet OSTs came into my possession at thi time. That was pretty awesome. Sin City, Darjeeling Limited, No Reservations. All three have their own bit of special and sex.
I lost Onyx on Inauguration Day, and haven't found him since and hope I find him by the end of the semester when I'm moving out.
BEfore January was over I saw Defiance with Glenn and Dan F. that was interesting, but Glenn was his usually distracting self, but the experience wouldn't be the same if he hasn't been like that. I accept it, but will still totaly hit him at the time for it.
There was a litt bit of internet drama that I successfully broke up. That was cool. I got back into the Pan RPG. That's where the drama was. Well, that and the club drama.
Ooh, my weekend with no caffeine was back in January. Bad weekend. that's when my parking permit disappeared and I almost got hit by a car.
February.
So I've written about the car incident a few times, but don't feel like going into it anymore, it was a bitch. The first weel of February was a little slow. I made my first maradaide from scratch this weekend, and watched Zack and Miri which started me on Kevin Smith. Nothing realy big happened. More movies and soundtracks.
I got my phone replaced. The last was was bieng a glitchy shit, and Miguel still had him instinct, so he mailed that to me. Freak'in awesome.
Hmm, Feb 13 I hang out with ian and Nicole and we spend the evnign getting drunk. Well, Nicle is more drunk than Ian or myself, and I'm way more drunk than Ian is, but I remember the big things. We played a few drinking games and watched futurama and Grandma's Boy. There was pletny of stupid conversation to go around. We decide to all go to bed at 5 and all pretty much stay up until about 7. I don't sleep except for in hour incriments so I give up and read until the other two wake up then I sober up and we all chat. I drive out to the wal-mart down Little Creek to buy some gatorade because on the 15th I drive out to UVa for a tournament.
The Tournament was Diana's first and she killed in her poor snad placed 13 out of 16 from the pools It was awesome. Mackenzie had a slow morning but owned her second poor and attacked on to victory in her first DE where she was last seed and beat the top seed. Casey had a bad morning all morning. That drive was a bitch but I made it. God, I'm ready to go to bed, so sometime after sleeping I'll wrap up February in a different journal and my not too interesting little tale will some it its pretty dull end.
Jasmine P.
January.
2009 started up in Reston, VA, like most of my years. I just hung out with Dorien and we watched Burn After Reading, which I had purchased not too long prior to ringing in the New Year. That was an interesting movie, over all I liked it, but I'm not entirely sure why. I know I didn't do much for the beginning of January. Early in January I rocked out to Sin City a whole bunch. Seriously. I friggin' love that movie so it was a great way to break off 2009. I reember spending most of my time on my own, but that's the case when I'm back home.
January was when I'd run out of Vicodin and was in pretty extreme amounts of pain. That pain is from Hippastrum something, a bacteria that gets into your pores. It like a warm damp environment, such as the groin and the arm pit. I have it in both locations, I guess I'll thre beause it's under both arms. I mostly talk about ht eones under my arms, but that's because it's that muhc less awkways, and I highly doubt people want ot know about my fucked up twat. I mean, it's like a fucking asteroid down there, craters and shit. It's fucking gross. Yeah, this is my journal for my shit. If you don't like it then you can suck it. I haven't spoken about it because the ones on my arms do enouhg to slow a conversation that I don't need to talk about my groin, even if those are the ones that are the most bothersome at the moment. But back to january, I decided to use my Twitter to remind me a bit about what has gone on. This section of the rant was inspired by my comments on the effects of Tylenol Pm and my being in pain. I've been in almost constant pain for the past 8 months, and thankfully that will be coming to an end soon, but that will be spoken about at length in February. I'll add this last point, healing sucks, I'm itchy as all fuck.
So, January. I lived on the couch and colored two pictures and a comic. One is about Icarus and Leopold and I titled it 'Pink Lemonade' because of the background and boarder colors. I was mostly messing around, but I do like the over all and I really like the composition. I wish Icky was more in character, but I like the picture none the less. The second was one of Alexis, Daisuke and Aryan. A similar composition for all three, but keeping the colors was clashing was so friggin' irritating. Eahc character has their own scheme, then their background couldn't be too similar to eachother's back grounds, but couln't clash with their personal color schemes, and I didn't want the colors to be too similar. This one the characters are muhc mor ein character, even is Alexis isn't wearing her normal traveling garb, it still work quite nicely. And her abs are dead sexy here. I also finally finished the Christmas gift comic I drew for Za, CR and Sean, I just never made them their prints, but they have each seen the comic, which is well enough.
That is how I spent most of early January. I also started my big Movie List of 2009 and the less dramatic Big Book List of 2009. As of this writing I've watched 31 movies, probably about 26 different flicks. That's been prettty sweet. It's just that it seems to me that all I do is watch movies, so I might as well know what I spent my year watching. It'll also be an interesting wat to keep track of my varying interests, and at the end of the year to see what has influenced changes in my movie viewing pleasure. In Jnuary I was highly taken by Sin City. That started a Robert Rodriguez kick so I finally bought El Mariachi, his first movie and loved it to pieces and had to buy more of his movies. I know own many of the movies he's directed. But back to January. When I wasn't watching movies, I was watching House. Seriously, all I did over break was watch USA and the Food Network with a little bit of other in between. And some B:TAS, one seasn left to watch, I was thinking about over Spring Break, I dunno.
I'm supposed to hang out with the Ficus before leaving Nrofolk to drive back here and not see him unti some undetermined time, which has ended up being next weekend. Woot woot. But he decided to eat at the Wendy's back home. I schooled him, told him it was built on sketch and disease, because that Wendy's was, is. The end of my Winter Break wasn't that climatic, but I did spend my last days relaxing, which is pretty awesome.
I make my way back to campus and spend more time that I'd like alone. I have been and I think that plus my English class has started this littlemountian of writing and inspiration to write. I just haven't given into it until now.
My first day of classes isn't terrible and neither is my second day. I decided to roll all my spare change which is sweet becase it adds up to $40, so I have some extra spending change and extra money is always awesome. I hit up the Phoenix movie theater, the one by the Naval Base and watch Valkyrie. That was an interesting movie, and I was sad when they failed to kill Hitler. The characters were so fucking earnest. that made them likable and adorable. They were so honest in their desire to dethrone Hitler in a coup that when they fail I forgot that historically Hitler committed suicide. That made me think and maybe write a little. Somewhere.
My first week was ineventful. The second week things kick off early with my laptop catching some bitch of a virus. That was hell, and I slowly learn that Logic and Philosophy was a stupid class choice. Hmm, actually, remember time better, my computer got the virus on thef irst Tuesday of the semester which I was rolling my money so going out also doubled as something to do until I got it back two days later. Thankfully, his hard drive was intact from that little circle of hell.
I spend January going to classes and at some point I loose the Club election of President. Over winter Break Jason realised that being a captain and president was a ahll of a position to be in and resigned form being President. Glenn was elected into his position and I was elected to be Vice President, and have spent most of my club time for the past few weeks shadowing whatever Glenn's needed to do for the Club and taking care of things that he has hasn't been able to make for some reason or another.
Nothing really special happens for the rest of January, I don't think. Twitter for the verification. Ahh, I remember this now. I started smoking a little the night I went to see Vaklyrie. Part of it was I missed how relaxful break was and the few cigs I had with the Ficus, so I bought a pack I still have like half of it because it's usually too goddam cold out there to stand around for ten minutes smoking. I like my hands thank you very much.
Around the end of January a few upper classmen started chatting with me up in Borjo because I was reading Brenner's book and they're logic majors or some bull shit. They are interesting to chat with. A few really sweet OSTs came into my possession at thi time. That was pretty awesome. Sin City, Darjeeling Limited, No Reservations. All three have their own bit of special and sex.
I lost Onyx on Inauguration Day, and haven't found him since and hope I find him by the end of the semester when I'm moving out.
BEfore January was over I saw Defiance with Glenn and Dan F. that was interesting, but Glenn was his usually distracting self, but the experience wouldn't be the same if he hasn't been like that. I accept it, but will still totaly hit him at the time for it.
There was a litt bit of internet drama that I successfully broke up. That was cool. I got back into the Pan RPG. That's where the drama was. Well, that and the club drama.
Ooh, my weekend with no caffeine was back in January. Bad weekend. that's when my parking permit disappeared and I almost got hit by a car.
February.
So I've written about the car incident a few times, but don't feel like going into it anymore, it was a bitch. The first weel of February was a little slow. I made my first maradaide from scratch this weekend, and watched Zack and Miri which started me on Kevin Smith. Nothing realy big happened. More movies and soundtracks.
I got my phone replaced. The last was was bieng a glitchy shit, and Miguel still had him instinct, so he mailed that to me. Freak'in awesome.
Hmm, Feb 13 I hang out with ian and Nicole and we spend the evnign getting drunk. Well, Nicle is more drunk than Ian or myself, and I'm way more drunk than Ian is, but I remember the big things. We played a few drinking games and watched futurama and Grandma's Boy. There was pletny of stupid conversation to go around. We decide to all go to bed at 5 and all pretty much stay up until about 7. I don't sleep except for in hour incriments so I give up and read until the other two wake up then I sober up and we all chat. I drive out to the wal-mart down Little Creek to buy some gatorade because on the 15th I drive out to UVa for a tournament.
The Tournament was Diana's first and she killed in her poor snad placed 13 out of 16 from the pools It was awesome. Mackenzie had a slow morning but owned her second poor and attacked on to victory in her first DE where she was last seed and beat the top seed. Casey had a bad morning all morning. That drive was a bitch but I made it. God, I'm ready to go to bed, so sometime after sleeping I'll wrap up February in a different journal and my not too interesting little tale will some it its pretty dull end.
Jasmine P.
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