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the misadventures of Impy & Prometheus
Aug. 1st, 2004 11:50 pmalso known as Imp & Ryan, because he somehow managed to lose the nick whereas I will probably be Imp so long as I'm online or known by those who knew me when.
Boring backstory: Met Ryan about seven years ago, I think. Whenever the anniversary of Princess Diana's death is, that's the day we met. Online, IRC [shuddup, willya?] and then spent the whole afternoon and 99% of the evening talking to one another. Which is very odd considering I never talk that much to anyone, ever, online or otherwise. o_O But especially not the first time I meet them. Afterwards he came back [at the time I was very easy to find if you were looking] and we'd chat and it was after the second or third convo that my fav Aussie dude snickered at adding another member to the fanclub. [If you run with the boys, apparently you will occasionally find that people assume that you must look exactly how they always wanted a computer geek girl to and will then develop a crush based on their misconceptions and the ability to see sarcasm as cute.] La, la. So, a year or two goes by and then this loverly Canadian chiquita decides Ryan and I are perfectly matched. Which I thought was funny, so I mentioned it to him when he asked why she seemed to keep acting so freakin' weird. He and I laughed and then he turned around and decided to try and help her. :p I am awfully clueless when it comes to people. That was for Valentine's Day. It kind of worked. Kind of not. Then we had an IRC wedding [everyone was doing it man] on... *drumroll* April 1. If you knew him, you'd realize that the date was carefully set. I don't remember a damned thing about it, to tell you the truth, but I remember the date.
La. Later, that June, he came here to visit. He was supposed to stay a week. He stayed six. The LDR [long distance relationship] crashed and burned numerous times. I still claim responsibility for killing it deader than dead when I had my freakout and wanted nothing to do with him for reasons I don't think I knew even then. Just something clicked off in my head. Maybe months on end of being so fucking alone [ari went to SLC, Cass to VA...] combined with him falling off the Earth every few months and the fact that I'm beginning to suspect I was massively depressed and tired of being told by everyone to just let the guy go. So I tried. I was going to cut it all off and tried. And then it didn't stick because he went nuts. And then things got weird when he thought I was interested in Davidy or something and that's when I told him to fuck off. Which stuck. More than I thought it did, actually. Which is weird. But I've never been big on discussing the ex with a current, and it's even weirder when it's an ex that happened when you and that someone you're with now were broken up. Huh. Blah, blah. Sometimes you just don't get over things. Sometimes you do. I'm bored with this backstory.
Point is, I imported him for a third time [this time I paid the way] and things were good, they were bad, and they were really good and really bad. I hurt his feelings, he hurt mine, his dog got hit by a car [he loves that dog.], and I got used to someone actually wanting to spend time with me. a lot of time. To say I am a little bummed is currently an understatement. I need sleep in the worst way too. But I did manage to make him watch Gilmore Girls and he liked it. :D His favorite is Richard, but I think given enough time he'll warm to Kirk, Luke, and possibly Michel. Maybe not though. This makes me entirely too happy. I'm not sure why. He and I both watched the two hours of Scrubs they had on the other night and died laughing because, well, Scrubs is the perfect TV show. Still... it's nice to know I can subject him to GG next go round if needed.
*yawn* I meant to be all chatty, but no.
So instead, movie reviews:
Spiderman 2: Ryan gave it two thumbs up and numerous laughs. I got sick and tired of all the freakin "pity Peter" moments. MJ is still boring as hell and it felt like we missed a giant chunk of the plot somehow. Harry scared me until he went all broody. Then, damn. Damn. DAMN. Though his hissy fit might have ruined the character almost completely. Otherwise, it was a good movie. It wasn't great for me though. :/
The Bourne Supremecy: For someone who didn't see the first movie, it wasn't too bad. In fact the only problems it had had very little to do with plot and more to do with the fact that the director wanted you to puke after seeing part of the film. Very jerky. Verrrrrry jerky. But I did get to do the "hey, is that who I think it is? It IS! It's Cupid! From Xena!" when Karl Urban pranced across screen. Yeow.
I need sleep. Really. I'm falling asleep now. In fact, the last two paragraphs were written with my eyes closed. *sleeps*
Boring backstory: Met Ryan about seven years ago, I think. Whenever the anniversary of Princess Diana's death is, that's the day we met. Online, IRC [shuddup, willya?] and then spent the whole afternoon and 99% of the evening talking to one another. Which is very odd considering I never talk that much to anyone, ever, online or otherwise. o_O But especially not the first time I meet them. Afterwards he came back [at the time I was very easy to find if you were looking] and we'd chat and it was after the second or third convo that my fav Aussie dude snickered at adding another member to the fanclub. [If you run with the boys, apparently you will occasionally find that people assume that you must look exactly how they always wanted a computer geek girl to and will then develop a crush based on their misconceptions and the ability to see sarcasm as cute.] La, la. So, a year or two goes by and then this loverly Canadian chiquita decides Ryan and I are perfectly matched. Which I thought was funny, so I mentioned it to him when he asked why she seemed to keep acting so freakin' weird. He and I laughed and then he turned around and decided to try and help her. :p I am awfully clueless when it comes to people. That was for Valentine's Day. It kind of worked. Kind of not. Then we had an IRC wedding [everyone was doing it man] on... *drumroll* April 1. If you knew him, you'd realize that the date was carefully set. I don't remember a damned thing about it, to tell you the truth, but I remember the date.
La. Later, that June, he came here to visit. He was supposed to stay a week. He stayed six. The LDR [long distance relationship] crashed and burned numerous times. I still claim responsibility for killing it deader than dead when I had my freakout and wanted nothing to do with him for reasons I don't think I knew even then. Just something clicked off in my head. Maybe months on end of being so fucking alone [ari went to SLC, Cass to VA...] combined with him falling off the Earth every few months and the fact that I'm beginning to suspect I was massively depressed and tired of being told by everyone to just let the guy go. So I tried. I was going to cut it all off and tried. And then it didn't stick because he went nuts. And then things got weird when he thought I was interested in Davidy or something and that's when I told him to fuck off. Which stuck. More than I thought it did, actually. Which is weird. But I've never been big on discussing the ex with a current, and it's even weirder when it's an ex that happened when you and that someone you're with now were broken up. Huh. Blah, blah. Sometimes you just don't get over things. Sometimes you do. I'm bored with this backstory.
Point is, I imported him for a third time [this time I paid the way] and things were good, they were bad, and they were really good and really bad. I hurt his feelings, he hurt mine, his dog got hit by a car [he loves that dog.], and I got used to someone actually wanting to spend time with me. a lot of time. To say I am a little bummed is currently an understatement. I need sleep in the worst way too. But I did manage to make him watch Gilmore Girls and he liked it. :D His favorite is Richard, but I think given enough time he'll warm to Kirk, Luke, and possibly Michel. Maybe not though. This makes me entirely too happy. I'm not sure why. He and I both watched the two hours of Scrubs they had on the other night and died laughing because, well, Scrubs is the perfect TV show. Still... it's nice to know I can subject him to GG next go round if needed.
*yawn* I meant to be all chatty, but no.
So instead, movie reviews:
Spiderman 2: Ryan gave it two thumbs up and numerous laughs. I got sick and tired of all the freakin "pity Peter" moments. MJ is still boring as hell and it felt like we missed a giant chunk of the plot somehow. Harry scared me until he went all broody. Then, damn. Damn. DAMN. Though his hissy fit might have ruined the character almost completely. Otherwise, it was a good movie. It wasn't great for me though. :/
The Bourne Supremecy: For someone who didn't see the first movie, it wasn't too bad. In fact the only problems it had had very little to do with plot and more to do with the fact that the director wanted you to puke after seeing part of the film. Very jerky. Verrrrrry jerky. But I did get to do the "hey, is that who I think it is? It IS! It's Cupid! From Xena!" when Karl Urban pranced across screen. Yeow.
I need sleep. Really. I'm falling asleep now. In fact, the last two paragraphs were written with my eyes closed. *sleeps*
