~~now i know.
Nov. 10th, 2002 05:40 pmon the perils of "coming out" to non-fandom people about just how stupid and fangirly and obsessed you are:
so he asked me to "talk". and since i didn't know what to talk about, i went on and on, and of course i squeed (and in fact, used the word `squee'. a lot.) about seeing the movie this friday, and about how i wish i was there for the premiere today, and about how stoked i am to even -think- of squeeing, and how cute daniel radcliffe is (ahaha i included photos), and so on.
so he said, "you really are the queen of dorks."
but i'm not offended, no. i know this.
i mean, how dorky is it to even -talk- about the stuff i talk about, even in a semi-intelligent manner?? especially in a semi-intelligent manner? *laughs*
but do i care?
hell no.
who cares about maintaining anyone's good opinion or one's dignity, when instead you can be going hog-wild about underage fictional characters doing Bad, Bad Things to each other, i ask you?
perhaps i should get a new journal--
dorkslanding, heh. ``where the dork meets the spork". watch the sparks fly.
this reminds me of my first boyfriend (who was a d0rk, but a prissy, intelli-dork sort of dork) saying i was being ``ditzy" when i squeed shamelessly over the -cuteness- of some of his vaunted prog-rock musicians. i mean, yah, i appreciate the music. yeah, i don't exactly have posters of the backstreet boys on my walls-- or posters of rush for that matter. just because i like cuteness and silliness and acting half my age-- so what? i'm happy, just like
ashkitty said :D
i always knew that i divide my time between seeming like a hyper 13-year old dork with a violent-lurve fixation and an overly-intellectual geek with too much time on her hands. i will refrain from saying anything intelligent or worthwhile in this post, in honor of today. the great t00by day that i could've spent dorking myself unconscious squeeing like a banshee as daniel & tom passed like 100 feet or more ahead of me. if i wanted to shell out the dough for the bus ticket. yah.
long live my inner t00b d0rk goddess.
w00t~!
so he asked me to "talk". and since i didn't know what to talk about, i went on and on, and of course i squeed (and in fact, used the word `squee'. a lot.) about seeing the movie this friday, and about how i wish i was there for the premiere today, and about how stoked i am to even -think- of squeeing, and how cute daniel radcliffe is (ahaha i included photos), and so on.
so he said, "you really are the queen of dorks."
but i'm not offended, no. i know this.
i mean, how dorky is it to even -talk- about the stuff i talk about, even in a semi-intelligent manner?? especially in a semi-intelligent manner? *laughs*
but do i care?
hell no.
who cares about maintaining anyone's good opinion or one's dignity, when instead you can be going hog-wild about underage fictional characters doing Bad, Bad Things to each other, i ask you?
perhaps i should get a new journal--
this reminds me of my first boyfriend (who was a d0rk, but a prissy, intelli-dork sort of dork) saying i was being ``ditzy" when i squeed shamelessly over the -cuteness- of some of his vaunted prog-rock musicians. i mean, yah, i appreciate the music. yeah, i don't exactly have posters of the backstreet boys on my walls-- or posters of rush for that matter. just because i like cuteness and silliness and acting half my age-- so what? i'm happy, just like
i always knew that i divide my time between seeming like a hyper 13-year old dork with a violent-lurve fixation and an overly-intellectual geek with too much time on her hands. i will refrain from saying anything intelligent or worthwhile in this post, in honor of today. the great t00by day that i could've spent dorking myself unconscious squeeing like a banshee as daniel & tom passed like 100 feet or more ahead of me. if i wanted to shell out the dough for the bus ticket. yah.
long live my inner t00b d0rk goddess.
w00t~!
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Date: 2002-11-10 02:51 pm (UTC)But are we happy?????
I rest my case. *grin*
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Date: 2002-11-10 02:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-11-10 03:01 pm (UTC)<3<3
*flashes secret pinkie-wiggle universal d0rk identifier sign* :D
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Date: 2002-11-10 03:03 pm (UTC)ahahaha
instead of pencils & calculators in my pocket, i have folded-over h/d smut printouts :D ahahahah :D
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Date: 2002-11-10 03:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-11-10 03:18 pm (UTC)after all, if we appreciate our interestingness in our own dorky fanclub, no one's going to do it for us, are they :D
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Date: 2002-11-10 05:15 pm (UTC)can I be lady in waiting to the queen dork?
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Date: 2002-11-10 05:30 pm (UTC).... awwwwww ^^
that is so sweeeeeet :D
*gracefully accepts you into her coterie of Dorky Ladies of the Court* ahahahahah
feel the self-luuurve spreading onto others:D it's truly inspiring :D
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Date: 2002-11-10 06:14 pm (UTC)i always knew that i divide my time between seeming like a hyper 13-year old dork with a violent-lurve fixation and an overly-intellectual geek with too much time on her hands.
You know, the other day, my father said, "You were easy to figure out from the beginning. When you were 18 months old, you wanted to be either a year old, or two. When you were 6, you wanted to be 3, or 10. You've always been like that."
*smile* We're kindred.
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Date: 2002-11-10 08:58 pm (UTC):smiles evilly:
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Date: 2002-11-11 01:51 am (UTC)dorky -and- wicked, hehehe. *cackles*
that's a good combination. i guess that makes me, "evil, but in a good way".
*prances away, feeling v. pleased with self* :D
p.s. eeee, i'm so glad you're plugging away at afterword2~!
*feels special* hee
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Date: 2002-11-11 01:56 am (UTC)i mean, look at einstein. y'know, the sticky-out-tongue picture. you could tell he liked doing that :D
people who act their age are scary. they need some destabilizing influences. harry potter slash, maybe :D ahahahah.
and yah, it was weird not being able to catch my squee in the barnes & noble when getting the CoS poster book...
the lady didn't say anything, but i just got this feeling like she thought i was a nutcase.
which of course, i am. *cackles*
i'm pretty much a little too into whatever i'm into. sort of hyper like that. although, i have to say, at least i can write long dissertations about it and sound really pseudo-intellectual and stuck up about it if i wanted to :D
yeay for wasted brain-cells :D or should i say, "creatively managed" :D
~reena