Lightsabers are great for sexual innuendo

Okay. Yesterday was great, and then horrible, and then great again. Kinda sorta. Apparently there is a terrace over in Whitney on the third floor. Also, the third floor vending room is WAY BETTER than the one on the second floor.

Joe, Alisha, Quinn, and I went to the mall for shopping stuff (read: Alisha and I went shopping, and they went to the toy store.) Quinn got his coveted lightsaber- and ye gods, I hope I never forget the looks on the salesmen's faces in the suit store when Quinn walked in, waving it around, and asked for a tuxedo. I thought they were going to puke or fall over in apoplectic fits- possibly both.

Then we went to Fayetville to take Joe's suit to his tailor. Yay for aggressive negotiations with traffic to the Mortal Combat soundtrack. After that we wound up over a Shoppingtown, where Kennedy bitched out Quinn. (Obviously, that was the horrible part.) Randomly. *headdesk* Anyway, we stopped by Boom Babies and Seven Rays quick after that, and then Joe drove us home.

When I got home I kind of let loose on my mom about the whole Kennedy thing. Luckily for him, my dad was asleep with a sinus headache, or else I would have given him hell, too. Because the whole thing was kind of ridiculous. He talked to me about it this morning, after I'd calmed down a little bit. He's all, "I'm not trying to drive you away, blah blah blah," and I know he's not. I also know that he didn't intend for Kennedy to do that. However, if he had some kind of problem with Quinn (he doesn't- I think Kennedy is just under a lot of stress lately and it blew out of proportion) he should have come to me about it first.

Whatever. I quasi-told off mom about it last night... It was very "look, this is how it is, get the fuck over it, and get the fuck over yourselves." This isn't the first time that this has happened, and I am fucking sick to death of everyone close to me taking it on themselves to watch my back and threaten my boyfriends with dire harm should they step one inch off the damn line. In case no one on my flist got the memo, I am more than capable of taking care of myself.

Okay. I feel better now.

I took the personality profile from eharmony.com, because Jason2 said it's pretty on the mark. (Plus, I was bored.) I finally finished it.

( Behold. I am Grissom. )

Lightsabers are great for sexual innuendo

Okay. Yesterday was great, and then horrible, and then great again. Kinda sorta. Apparently there is a terrace over in Whitney on the third floor. Also, the third floor vending room is WAY BETTER than the one on the second floor.

Joe, Alisha, Quinn, and I went to the mall for shopping stuff (read: Alisha and I went shopping, and they went to the toy store.) Quinn got his coveted lightsaber- and ye gods, I hope I never forget the looks on the salesmen's faces in the suit store when Quinn walked in, waving it around, and asked for a tuxedo. I thought they were going to puke or fall over in apoplectic fits- possibly both.

Then we went to Fayetville to take Joe's suit to his tailor. Yay for aggressive negotiations with traffic to the Mortal Combat soundtrack. After that we wound up over a Shoppingtown, where Kennedy bitched out Quinn. (Obviously, that was the horrible part.) Randomly. *headdesk* Anyway, we stopped by Boom Babies and Seven Rays quick after that, and then Joe drove us home.

When I got home I kind of let loose on my mom about the whole Kennedy thing. Luckily for him, my dad was asleep with a sinus headache, or else I would have given him hell, too. Because the whole thing was kind of ridiculous. He talked to me about it this morning, after I'd calmed down a little bit. He's all, "I'm not trying to drive you away, blah blah blah," and I know he's not. I also know that he didn't intend for Kennedy to do that. However, if he had some kind of problem with Quinn (he doesn't- I think Kennedy is just under a lot of stress lately and it blew out of proportion) he should have come to me about it first.

Whatever. I quasi-told off mom about it last night... It was very "look, this is how it is, get the fuck over it, and get the fuck over yourselves." This isn't the first time that this has happened, and I am fucking sick to death of everyone close to me taking it on themselves to watch my back and threaten my boyfriends with dire harm should they step one inch off the damn line. In case no one on my flist got the memo, I am more than capable of taking care of myself.

Okay. I feel better now.

I took the personality profile from eharmony.com, because Jason2 said it's pretty on the mark. (Plus, I was bored.) I finally finished it.

( Behold. I am Grissom. )