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Things that have happened to me in the last two weeks: threesome, sexual harassment, one month anniversary of first "I love you"s, spraining of the ankle, stomach flu, firing of co-worker, very nice paycheck, five am trip to Wal-Mart to purchase board games, small gathering at my house, Meghan agrees to let me transfer, getting drunk for the first time, playing truth-or-dare while drunk, kissing four of my friends as a result of said drunken truth-or-dare, finding out all of my friends want to sleep with me, two month anniversary of first "I like you"s, co-worker tells Meghan she thinks I have a crush on her and that if Meghan ever "went for women" we'd be the hottest couple ever.

Things that will happen to me in the next twelve hours: sex with the redhead herself for the first time in three weeks!

The girl is not going to know what hit her. I have had way too much attention from other people and not enough from her. My aggressive side is coming out tonight!

Apparently I'm just exposing myself to everyone this week.

I walked out of class yesterday and noticed a few extra buttons on my blouse had come undone, which means some people got quite the eyeful.

( ... )

Brilliant, yes? *rolls eyes*

Annie called me yesterday afternoon. She wanted to know if I'd go to the mall with her. I said I had to go to class first, but sure, and then she said, "Because I have to get a pair of pants and some heels and I figure you like girls, so you'll tell me if I look hot or not. Plus I miss you - okaygottagoI'llseeyoutonight."

Then she hung up, and I laughed. I tried on some pants while we were in Macy's, and I almost bought them because they were really cool - they were brown and they came with this stripey belt, but the fit was a little funny. It's not as if I need to be spending money anyway. Althooooough my bank account is in love with me this week *and* I get a paycheck today. Hee. I like being semi-financially independent.

My leg is very, very asleep right now. I'm going to fall over the side of this wall if I'm not careful, but oh the view.

( A much better, albeit blurrier, eyeful. )

That's Morrison Hall, and it looks gorgeous right now with the sun and the shadows and all the trees around it. Too bad I can't get a decent picture of it. I've been trying for days. Anyway, that's what I'm looking at right now. ♥

I went shopping yesterday because my old work pants looked like ( this: )

Now I have new pants that fit much more nicely, and a new shirt that may or may not fit more nicely. (The jury's still out on that.)

Tonight I was staring at observing Meghan's ass pants, when I realized that we were wearing the same pair, except for hers being smaller and having pinstripes. (They looked really good on her. I caught myself looking multiple times tonight.)

Oh right, did I mention? I have a crush on my manager. ( Hello inappropriate feelings! How are you today? )

Tomorrow's my day off. I'm looking forward to it, but I'm looking forward to Thursday more.

So! The other day I walked into my house, and I saw something on the coffee table. ( And I went, 'What the fuck is that painful looking dildo doing next to Eric's son's toys?' )

...I still don't have an answer.

I'm supposed to be sleeping in my sister's room, right?

I can't get in. She fell asleep on the floor, and then she must have rolled over at some point - because she's sleeping against the door. And she sleeps too soundly for me to wake her up, and she's too heavy to push out of the way. Ahaha. Guess I won't be going to bed.

It's okay though. I've got a kitty in my lap, nuzzling my wrists, and she's actually letting me hold her for once. I'd venture to say the cat missed me.

[ETA: Oh, and I've apparently lost twenty pounds. I knew I was losing weight, but didn't know how much. And my breasts aren't shrinking! This is good.]

Ahahaha. I love surprising people.

So! Apparently Annie was supposed to have sex with a guy tonight, but she has a date tomorrow, so she didn't want to "feel slutty." She cancelled on him yesterday, got bored today - and decided to call me.

She hit on me all night, and then she looked shocked when I didn't invite her back to my apartment. Ahaha. The look on her face. Priceless! Honestly. I have zero desire to help her feel like a whore. And less than zero desire to be someone's second choice! Also, she talked about her hair all night, and I was very not turned on by that. Talk about something else!

Ahaha. Her face. I'm still laughing.

( It's a shame she's so vapid. I looked good tonight. )

Completely shifting gears, I am dying of not being able to upload music. I made an amazing playlist the other day, and I've been listening to it lots, and I want to upload the songs, dammit! I guess I can settle for spamming with lyrics.

You see, I have loved the song Little Bit of You by Laura Cantrell for years now. And I've always wanted the lyrics to apply to me in a relationship, but they never have. I am not known for taking things slowly! Except the lyrics totally apply right now, and I can't possibly explain how delighted this makes me! Delighted!

( Little Bit Of You )

My heart! It twitters!

[ETA: I got recced! Hee. I like people liking my story.]

I saved a skunk's life last night, but I think someone ran over it a couple of hours later. And I am sad over this!

Also, why is my mother on crack? We had a good conversation last night. She didn't talk over me! Or ignore half of what I said! But apparently she does not remember how parts of the conversation went, so she made things up. Way to go, Mom.

But appaaaaaarently my great-aunt knows I am gay. No one told her; my grandma said not to! I wish I could see my grandma's face when she realizes that Aunt Veronica figured it out on her own. But nothing! Nothing could be funnier than the time Grandma and Aunt Veronica tried to make potato salad and ended up wrestling over the potatoes. Oh god. Laughing now.

I e-mailed Kristin the other day to tell her that I had a couple of her DVDs and she had my first disc of Arrested Development, and she said we could exchange them. So! We had dinner last night. And I was obnoxious, and it was beautiful. I think she enjoyed herself, but it's hard to tell. In any case, I took great pleasure in mentioning as often as possible what a friennnnndly meal we were sharing.

My roommate came home at some point last night while I was dancing around the apartment. I don't know when. I have my fingers crossed that it was while I had my door shut, but all I know is that when I started dancing he wasn't there and when I finished he was. Damn the Smiths! And the HorrorPops! And Tegan & Sara! Let my feet rest. Please?

(Also, you know you're weird when you pay more attention to the cool way that What Difference Does It Make segues into Miss Take than to what your hand is doing between your legs. asdfghjkl;lkjhgfdsa! Lame.)

Straight girl called again last night.

This is fun.

This being-friends-with-my-co-workers thing is sort of surreal.

Granted that's because my two other jobs never involved working with potential friends, but. It's still strange. Wonderful, but strange. I'm not sure how I got adopted into the group so quickly, but yay.

I didn't have to work yesterday, but there was a meeting for everyone on the crew, so I went to that. Afterward Jen and Margeaux asked what I was doing, and they told me I was going shopping with them and Kelly, another server. We went to the mall first, where we spent most of our time in Victoria's Secret, and then we went over to College Books, which is the creepy adult bookstore where I originally wanted to work (until I actually went in there).

Margeaux inadvertently handed me a golden moment for coming out as we were leaving Steak 'n Shake after the meeting, so I took it. I had to drop food off at the apartment before I could go to the mall, and the conversation went something like this:

Margeaux: Who's the food for?
Me: My ex.
Someone else: Who's the food for?
Margeaux: Her ex-boyfriend.
Me: Ex-girlfriend.
Margeaux: Oh, okay. I didn't know that.
Kelly: What?
Me: I'm gay.
Jen: I think I just missed a whole conversation.
Margeaux: Sam has an ex-girlfriend. Thank you for telling me, by the way.
Kelly: I have a fake ex-girlfriend.
Margeaux: They were pretending, so a guy would leave them alone. By the way, you're at the right store. Andy (manager) is gay, and so is Hugo (production).
Me: Hugo, really? Huh.
Margeaux: Okay, we'll follow you to your apartment and then you can ride with Jen to the mall!

So it was a non-thing really, and then we went underwear and video game and sex toy shopping. I didn't buy anything, it was vicarious shopping for me, but I had so much fun. I found out that Jen (and her mom!) are big BtVS/AtS fans, and that Jen loved Serenity and has Firefly (but hasn't watched it yet). And they all watch a lot of movies, many of which are pretty dorky. (Margeaux really likes the Bring It On sequels, and Jen wants to buy them even though she hasn't seen either one.)

In line at the video game store, Jen and I got into a discussion about the quality decline in voice actors from Kingdom Hearts to Kingdom Hearts 2. (For me, this primarily means the loss of David Boreanaz.) Margeaux stared at us for a while, and then she said, "You guys are going to get along well. Wait you already do. No wonder."

Kristin was in a weird mood when I got back, which may or may not have had anything to do with the fact that I went out and was social and happy, but I'd say there's at least a 50% chance that they were related. I start moving tomorrow though, so it doesn't really matter at this point. She was also in a really bad mood this morning. She hasn't been that grouchy first thing in the morning in a long time. It's sort of funny that it's flaring up now.

Once you go sex toy shopping together, I think it's safe to say that your co-workers are also your friends.

I'm too strapped for cash right now to chip in myself, but I think this is an awesome idea, so! Pimpage!

Send Lance Bass flowers for coming out! Hee. :D

Wandered into the kitchen a second ago. Kristin just got back from class, and she's fixing herself a bagel.

Me: Here, take a paper towel.
Her: Why?
Me: We're out of plates.
Her: Even the paper plates?
Me: ...yeah.
Her: WHAT DID YOU DO? EAT THEM ALL?

Ahahaha. Apparently she meant to ask if I'd used them all. Ahaha. So funny.

P.S. All my love to the inventor of text messages. ♥

[ETA: "Get back in the fridge!"]

Ahahahahahaha. I am laughing so hard that I'm crying right now.

So I have this new friend on OkCupid, one of the rare non-creepy people on there as of late. You know, someone who really does just appear to be looking for a friend, which is why I've been on there.

Right. So we've been talking and she mentions a friend named Olivia, and I think nothing of it. Then I find my friend's lj, follow a couple of links, end up at her MySpace, and this Olivia person? Is totally my ex-girlfriend's girlfriend. Or ex-girlfriend. I'm not really sure what the situation is, but it's complicated and hilarious.

Ahahahahahaha. Now how am I going to explain finding this piece of information? It's really too juicy not to share.

[ETA: dfjdsfhdjkhdsjklf. She refers to my ex by name in a comment on MySpace. I wonder if she's met her? jsafhjldkfhdljfh. So random. So very random.]

[ETA2: They're Facebook friends. Life = so bizarre. Still crying a little.]

[ETA3: "Yeah, [your ex]'s a bit of a heartbreaker."]

I'm almost embarrassed to admit this, but I read all 77 entries in the Tard Blog today. I'm still in shock at the way the author writes about her students (calling them 'tards,' for one thing), but the stories are hysterical. I tried to hold in my laughter, but I can't. It's physically impossible.

The Best Stories (in my opinion and in no particular order)

5. The field trip
6. The post-field trip
10. Tard nearly kills old person
57. Tyrell has problems with referees
62. Tard curses poorly

I dreamed last night that I did a Google search for "Sammi" that lead me to someone from high school's journal. Their latest entry said that cup_o_jo was really, really, really looking forward to taking me to Prom. I think it's a little late now, but JoAnna, if you wanted to take me to Prom, you could have just asked. ;)

In other news, before I fell asleep last night, I wrote a whole bunch of the fic I'm working on in my head, but now it's gone. Damn. That midnight deadline sure is looming over me.

omfg. My little sister.

I was on the phone with her a few minutes ago. She called because my mom broke the news to her that Kristin and I are getting an apartment in Bloomington this summer, and she wanted to tell me she is sad that I am moving/is happy that she gets my bedroom/hopes I'll leave most of my furniture behind.

After we'd moved onto other subjects, I teased her about calling me "the hot sister" in an old picture I still have up on MySpace. I took it, what, two summers ago? Just after I got back from London and France (hence the tan).

She said she liked the picture because I looked skinny and so "girly and straight." That's when I hung up on her. I can't wait until she's out of the "girly = the only kind of beauty" stage. She'd probably be happy if she saw me today though, as I am in a rather feminine top. I might take pictures later. I don't know if it's the shirt or what, but several people started conversations with me today who don't normally. I'll have to test the theory later.

[ETA: Am I the only one who finds it amusing that the packaging on the Pocket Rocket says not to use it on "swollen areas" in case of "aggravating" the situation? Ahahahaha. Swollen areas.]

If I haven't been updating lately, it's because I've joined a sports league.

The League of Dormitory Tennis.

That's right. In merely a few days, the game has progressed from involving a bed, two flip-flops, an umbrella and a stuffed football to involving a bed and a children's tennis set (complete with two plastic rackets and two foam balls).

I'm in second place so far, but that's not saying much as there are really only two places to being with. Entertaining though.

Is anybody writing The L Word fic lately? Seems like there was a bunch when Dana and Alice first got together, but I haven't seen anything good in a while.

I love The L Word. I love the actresses, I think most of the storylines (could) go in interesting directions. I just hate the way a lot of things are handled on the show. ( Spoilers up until 3x11 )

Anyway! I'm back at school now. Spring Break was... I don't even know. I was supposed to see several of my friends from home, but I got wrapped up in weird family shit and god knows what else. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't good either.

Reflections from mirrors always confuse me. Especially talking about left and right and which is which in the reflection. Imagine my surprise when I looked in my rear-view mirror on my way back yesterday only to see a dog driving the car behind me. :|

It was quite a shock. Of course, by then I'd already been driving for five hours and I just wanted to skip the last half hour of the drive and teleport myself and the car back to campus. Oh well. It's good to be back.