Ok. I know I put this same picture up a couple days ago - but there's a reason. Someone STOLE my chain last night. I am incapable of taking another picture with the chain now. Here's how the caper went down :
A friend of mine was having a birthday party. Because it was important to me that his party be cool, I lugged over my huge subwoofer, a projector, my laptop, and all the cables and stuff. I also spent a good part of my day downloading music videos. I even skipped a nap to set it up. And it should be said that I hate doing any sort of manual labor, but I carried that subwoofer up the stairs to the party. Ok, so I didn't heal any sick children or anything, but the point is that I made a genuine effort to contribute to this party.
Incidentally, I also wore my chain, hat, and other interesting accoutrements. Of course, throughout the night, many people wanted to try on the chain. Why not? Everyone's got a little gangsta in them, and it's healthy to express that.
Wait... let's get this out in the open first : there were no hot girls here. There were a couple girls who were cute, flirty, and who I genuinely enjoyed the company of. So I'm not saying I was really upset about the whole thing, but it needs to be said.
When someone asked to wear my chain, I was usually happy to oblige. The thing is really heavy and does hurt to wear. Everyone got to wear it except for one girl.
I was sitting down having a lovely conversation with a couple friends and a couple new people I met. All of a sudden, someone from behind is trying to remove my chain. Without asking. Ugly girls do crap like this ALL THE TIME (usually with the hat). Of course I bust on her for having no manners, and instead of apologizing and ASKING to wear the chain, she tugs harder and says something like "I don't have to ask, I'm a girl".
I look up at her and realize that she's a beast with no manners or social grace, so I tell her point blank "Look, at this point there's no way you're going to get to wear the chain". She leaves in a huff.
As the party wears on, it gets late and I'm convinced that my collar bones are bruised. Most of the party goers are gone, and I had expensive electronics sitting on the counter that weren't getting stolen, so I felt like it would be ok for me to take off my chain. I put it in the middle of the counter.
As I finish up my last conversation for the night, I walk to the counter to retrieve my chain, and IT'S MISSING. Someone actually STOLE my chain. So let me do a little recap for you :
Tynan goes to the party and brings the music and videos
Tynan wears interesting things which lead to many nice little conversations for people
Tynan generously lets everyone but ONE GIRL wear the chain (and I'd say that I was nice and didn't piss off at least 90% of the crowd)
Tynan is STOLEN FROM
Unbelievable. I looked all over the place, and there was no chain in sight. It's not like anyone would even steal the chain to wear - NO ONE else would wear that thing. AND I had the keys at home, so if that girl thinks she's going to chain her fridge closed or something, she's out of luck. There is NO benefit to stealing my chain except to deliberately piss me off.
Man. I'm pissed.
Herbs! Love the new look! Had fun hangin on Sat at dinner and Maggie Mae's.
This site is hilarious! Better than your BF!! Hahaha.
In that instance there was literally NO time. I'm a bit of a control freak, and I wanted to make sure that the video came out as well as it could.
I ended up sleeping for about 2 hours in tightly spaced naps and then got back on the regular schedule which has been going perfectly since.
I have another nap in 30 minutes and I'm not even tired. That happens sometimes too.
Why are you skipping so many naps? It's only 25 minutes. Two hours a night is still 14 hours a week, but zero hours a night is zero hours a week.
Skipping the naps when you were hurrying to finish the Amazing Race application is one thing (but even those skips are dubious -- stressful situations also require focus) but why skip a nap for something like this? You could've napped and still helped out.
As far as I was concerned, she was perfect. She was at least as smart as I was, was a dancer and had the body to prove it, and had a smile that could disarm the national guard. Let's call her Julie.
So, like an earthworm stalking it's prey, I put my usual game on her. Since my last flowchart was so popular, I've made another one to show you how I dealt with the ladies back then:
Nedless to say, things went slowly. We hung out nearly every day for the last couple months of our Senior year summer vacation. Like many guys, I was totally oblivious to her attraction for me. One morning Julie came over really early while I was still sleeping, and squeezed into my twin bed with me. I woke up, and assumed that she must be tired - it didn't even occur to me that she might like me. Finally on the last week of that vacation she said to me,
So, I've been mostly single for some time now, and just recently I started seriously seeing a girl. This is relevant because up until we became serious I never really gave much thought to explaining or defending my nightly activities of playing EVE and being on comms with friends. It's just what I do, and I'll be honest that most of the time I'm a half naked lump sitting on my office chair whose seat pad is full to the brim of fart dust. Now I'm suddenly dating someone and I find myself wondering... "Is it OK if I play EVE right now?"
This self-questioning inevitably spirals onward because why would I ever deny myself something that I enjoy because of another person. I enjoy this person, so shouldn't they enjoy that I enjoy what I enjoy? Maybe there's something she enjoys that she's not enjoying because she's worried that I wont understand her joy. Clearly, this becomes exhausting and before long I'm too tired to do much else and we do other things.
I love this girl. She's a good one. We have fun, and I don't resent her at all for the obvious disruption in my EVE schedule that's taken place. Truth is I still play, but when she goes to sleep. Nothing is lost. But what's important to me is really just getting it out there that there's something else that I spend ample time with.
So, this is easy, right? Just tell her. But if I tell her, when do I tell her? During lunch? Dinner is for talking about your day, complaining about your job and talking about spaceships, right? No, that doesn't feel right. Lunch maybe sounds better. But we both work, so lunch wont work. Maybe in the morning when we wake up and we're laying in bed. That's perfect. She's comfortable, she's rested and at 6:30 in the morning there's not much sun light coming in through the blinds to cast distracting shadows on the wall while I'm talking about spaceships. But that just might be too early, I thought.
Then I had an idea to plan a date night completely revolving around the idea of just casually bringing up EVE to her at some perfect point. I'd set the kitchen counter all nice with our plastic cutlery and paper plates that do match. I'd put on some music. She'd absolutely love her favorite dish that I'd make for dinner. I'd wash and wear my one polo shirt that I own, and then nothing says I love you and want to share spaceships with you like picking fresh flowers from your neighbor's garden.