There's a reason I haven't posted in ages, I swear.

Actually, there are several reasons. Homework, parties, boyfriend, reading, sudoku, and various websites. (Oh, did I mention MY HAWKEYES KICKED SOME PURDUE ASS? YEAH, THAT WAS GOOD TOO.)

First, check these guys out. I like what I've heard thus far. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=07XF5uKZlgw (Wolves in the Throne Room - I Will Lay Down My Bones Among the Rocks and Roots, from album "Two Hunters".)

Second, I post stuff here. Creating pieces and then uploading them takes up some time. http://sebhar.deviantart.com/

Third, my Pandora stations needed sorting - AfroCelt, Me First and the Gimme Gimmes, Unai, and Mogwai do not all belong on the same station.

Fourth, I've been catching up on this webcomic: http://catandgirl.com/

Fifth, the Onion: http://www.theonion.com/content//

Sixth, English Fail Blog: http://www.englishfailblog.com/

Seventh, PUPPIES: http://www.ustream.tv/channel/317016

I've also been getting back into Tetris, so help me God.

Next week is Thanksgiving break. Anticipate frequent posts, including one on the topic of using fear to control women, and one consisting entirely of Oscar Wilde quotes. Maybe I'll find all my favourite scenes from The Godfather on YouTube and gush about them. (You should also look forward to [ha] a post about the shoot I'm doing tomorrow, and about my schedule for next semester.)

Here's one more note: Man #2, due to his being a) a nerd and b) my current boyfriend, shall be henceforth referred to as Man A. Kapish? Kapish.

Text Messages

"Sup sexy?" "Nothing. Just being sexy at my house."

"Ah [Keystone] Ice. The piss of the worst. Congrats, you are definitely in college."

"Everyone was really impressed that I could drink tequila straight... then I brought Shawn home."

Re: my mother - "She bore you so I hold no grudge."
Re: my bra - "Never! It is my arch nemesis!"

"I prefer sleeping with you to sleeping without you." "And I prefer having you within arms' length."

Sometimes I amuse myself.

Me: "Would you be into getting sandwiches and/or studying for Spanish and/or sex and/or any combination thereof?"
Him: "Trifecta!"

...my life is so cool.

Man #2

Sunday: "It felt nice today on the futon, just being together. We can't though."

Monday: "My living room is the seat of world culture." (That one's not significant, just funny.)

Tuesday: "My play count for 'Samson' [by Regina Spektor, which I recommended the previous day] is 67."

Tuesday: "You are good dudette."

Wednesday: "I feel like I could very easily lose you because of this situation. But to be clear, I will not pursue any romantic relationship between us."

Thursday: "The bathroom light is very unflattering." [re. my saying I looked awful]

Thursday, we talked all night and into Friday morning.

Friday night was our official first date. Where'd we go, you ask? THE CHUCK BERRY CONCERT. Yes. How absolutely fantastic. Afterward we grabbed a movie from my place and headed back to his. After some hanging out and his conversation with Man #1 ensuring that such action wouldn't violate their friendship, he asked if I wanted to be his girlfriend.

Needless to say, I said yes.

In which I am an emo whiny teenager again

Today at breakfast, I mentioned Man #2 in conversation. Viktor has never met Man #2.

Viktor: Is [Man #2] a good guy?
Me: I am madly in love with [Man #2].
Viktor: With a name like [Man #2], I love him too. It's a sexy name.
Me: Yes. Yes it is.

(Note: this makes much more sense if you know Man #2's real name.)

Did I really say I was madly in love with him?
Am I really madly in love with him?
Would I say I was if I really was?
Why don't I know myself well enough to know this?
Does it matter, since he limits his time with me anyway, since he doesn't want to offend his good friend, my ex?
Whaaaaaaat?

Some more notes from my phone about stuff.

"Century Tree" from Camp
"Roxie" from Chicago - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=is2h4q4b00o
"Pandemonium," "I'm Not That Smart," "I Speak Six Languages," and "My Unfortunate Erection" from Spelling Bee

"No, I'm naked out of lewdness." -- Man #2

Some Other Favourite Text Messages

"Easily a 9, maybe even a 9.5. There isn't much you need to do to get better lol." -- Man #1

"I had no idea you had a thing for me! I knew you're having a hard time, so I wouldn't mind if you leaned on me for the duration." -- Man #2

"I love you, though I dunno why you love me either." -- Man #1

"I love bums!" "Doesn't that require a lot of lubricant?" "Yeah. it's called elbow grease." "Okay. Just don't tear any sphincters." -- Man #2 and myself

"I can't do this. You just broke up with one of my best friends. I'm sure you recognize the situation this would put us in... I'm not saying you were going to come over and demand whoopi, I just want to avoid misinterpretation. We can meet up tomorrow though?" -- Man #2

"...I meant other peeps misinterpreting what we're doing. I mean it's 3 a.m." -- Man #2

"I love u hannah ;)" -- Nathan

"I want you to stay." -- Man #1

"Hahahaha I know. And I love you for that." -- Man #1

The best things in life...

...are free. So they say. And more and more I'm beginning to believe them.

The story of the awesome thing that happened this afternoon began a week ago yesterday. As you may have read in an earlier post, Man #1 decided to break up with me on that date. I got in touch with a friend - from now on referred to as Man #2 - who said he'd come over and give me a hug, make me feel better. Now, he did come over, and we ended up going to a party together and hanging out for pretty much the entire night, but never did I get the promised hug. So I texted him later, all faking hurt that he hadn't hugged me. He argued that I hadn't hugged him; little does he know (though he may suspect) I'm afraid of what will happen if I initiate a hug with him. I feel I could accidentally mistake my friendship with Man #2 for more than friendship. Initiating a hug... yeah. I just don't want to go there. Next time, he says.

We'd seen each other a few times since. Next time, he'd say, as soon as I mentioned (and I always did) that he had yet again not hugged me. After crashing on his futon Saturday night, I lamented once more that I hadn't gotten my rightful hug.

So today, Monday, comes around. I text him about the hug, and he says, "next time I see you we will hug." I figure, okay, I never run into him around campus, this weekend, probably at Ben's, I shall receive my hug, however long overdue. I walk out of Spanish and head down the hill, intending to do some homework in the communication studies building. Usually I do not head down the hill at 3:30 on Monday afternoons, it should be noted. At the bottom of the hill is an awful three-way intersection which never gives you enough time to walk. Stuck on the wrong side of the street, I scan the crowd opposite me and notice a guy in a Beatles "Let It Be" shirt. Hey, I think, I know that shirt... (in fact I own one of the same print). I look up and, lo and behold, it is Man #2. The lights change, we each step off the curb. Onlookers must have thought we were about to run into each other - and we did. There, in the middle of this awful intersection, I got a hug.

I've been smirking about how badass that was ever since.