Leviathan’s Almost-3AM Thoughts
-I kind of want to heat up a Hot Pocket.
-I finally got a haircut, went after classes today. Love overdue.
-Turns out my gaydar was probably right about my German professor (apparently she has a partner). Which is cool, especially because it might be a little less awkward if I ask her how to say GLBT things in German…Especially since I am probably going to Germany the summer after next.
-It is funny when Ezra picks a specific food item out of his bowl and drags it off to another part of his tank.
-There is a large box in my room that my suit jacket came in (oh yeah, I own one of those now), I am debating whether or not to turn it into something for Ezra.
-I have nothing planned for Purim, nor have I thought up a costume.
-Really should buy some more Lactaid.
-Really should learn how to flirt.
-Bloody fucking hell, all the shit that is going on on this campus…
Considering It Is 4:10 in the morning…
I don’t think I’m allowed to do Dax Riggs imitations in my room right now.
But that’s what I want to do. I want to wail from the pits of Hell, reeking of cigarette smoke and blood.
It Has Gotten To That Point…
I am friends with too many Rebeccas (or some variation of that name), and so I am going to have to rename a few.
Okay, I generally rename my friends anyway…But I have a valid (or at least a reason I think is valid) reason this time!
Might have to rename some of the Rachels as well…Before it becomes like the Sarah problem. (I’ve noticed that Leah is the lone matriarch who doesn’t get as much love as the other ones…I can only think of one Leah who is still a Leah, but I’ve only met her twice in very brief capacities).
ALSO, I know a Rebecca who dated a Rebecca, and a Sarah who dated a Sara. There’s a guy with my name who is pretty damn cute, but he has a girlfriend…And I’m not sure that I could date someone with my name; I have a hard enough time because my father and I have similar-sounding names.
Anyway, I’ve already renamed one, I plan on renaming at least one more. DECIDE AMONGST YOURSELVES WHO IT WILL BE. Depending on who it is, I shall compile a list of names.
I had a dream last night…
That involved Linkin Park doing a cover of The Monkees’ “Last Train to Clarksville”…Complete with a music video.
Of course, it was super-emo and fucking terrible.
The music video also had some random black guy in it.
Good, Human, Roundabout Thinker
You are basically good. Overcoming selfish desires or cruel ways, you focus on doing the right thing, when possible, and acting in a way to benefit everyone. You recognize your human weaknesses and imperfections, and are able to respond to them in well balanced ways. You think in ways most people don’t understand. Some might call you mad, but there is a method to your madness.
Captain Nemo is the man who rules the sea. His powerful submarine, the Nautilus, is a perfect vehicle to match his powerful intellect, and the matchup is easily understood why; it was designed by his mind, and so the enigmatic engine is as strange and fantastical as the unreadable mind that brought it forth. A castaway by choice, Nemo has sworn off contact with the human race he has come to mistrust and despise, and with good reason. Still, to those who he realizes have done no true wrong, he extends mercy and even protection, and still nurses the hope that one day man will overcome his own imperfections. The tortured Captain remains in wait for that day, at the bottom of the sea.
Some OKCupid quiz that I took on which literary character I would be. This is actually…Pretty apt, I think; even though I like to imagine myself as being more of the Count of Monte Cristo.
Sometimes I wonder…
If the stuff that comprises my tumblr makes me more or less undateable than I already am.
Though, if it makes me more…Well, I’ve now officially reached negative number levels of attractiveness.
That’s a completely accidental skill.
Blame it on my wild heart…
Way to go, Hulu…
I’m watching a movie about gay Mormons and whatnot, and Hulu gives me an ad for Mitt Romney.
If I calculated all the hours I have spent this summer not wearing pants and just hanging around the house (or, for one week of the summer, Rupert’s house) in my boxers/boxer-briefs/trunks…
I am guessing that all those hours would add up to at least a couple days. Ballpark estimate: about 3 days.
I Really Need To Get a Haircut Within the Next Few Days
It is turning into this really uneven afro thing.
An awesome, gorgeous girl wants to hang out with me and get something to eat. I don’t want to look like a total schlub around her because I think she’s cool and it would be cool if she thinks I’m also kind of cool?
I am bartending a friend’s party next weekend.
Going to Ohio to hang out with two college friends, and also just escaping Maryland for a while.
So…Yeah, I really need to get that haircut soon.
Leviathan’s Odd Thoughts At 2:51 AM
Is Charo still around? What is she doing these days? I hope she’s still alive, because she’s pretty awesome.
Just checked Wikipedia, Charo is still alive. Good.
Did I Mention That I Chased a Fox This Morning?
Because I did…Probably around 6 in the morning.
It was staring at me, it was on my turf, so I chased it.
I haven’t seen that many squirrels lately, otherwise I’d be chasing more of those.
Yes, I was awake at 6 in the morning. Why? Because I hadn’t gone to sleep yet. Reason? None, other than my chronic insomnia.
Leviathan Rambles About Natural Disasters and Building Codes at 8 AM…
Because he’s a fucking insane little weirdo. No, he has not gone to bed yet, just watched a terrible movie with Martin Sheen and Luke Perry, then watched part of a thing about building structures and earthquakes in Chile vs. the Pacific Northwest…In which he talked a lot to the TV about natural disasters and politics.
He also set up the DVR to record a bunch of Leslie Howard films because TCM is having a Leslie Howard day (TCM will be honoring Ernest Borgnine with a 24-hr marathon of his films on the 26th).
And he’s typing in the third person.