Sunday Five???

Since Laura was late making the Friday Five, I'm late posting them. So there. At least I did it.

I would type about how busy I am with all my classes, but I'm.... uh... too busy.

Friday Five: Fancy Dinner Party

1. Who are the select few you invite?

I think I saw on the food channel that the proper number of people for a dinner party is 8. With that in mind, I would invite Hannah, Courtney, Laura, Anthony, Eryn, Cillian Murphy and Matthew Bellamy. I think that's a good mix. Equal balance of men and women. Yeah, I like it.


What sexy thing do you wear?

Let's see... I'm not really the cocktail type, so if we're talking super-fancy.... I'm going to have to go with an 18th century theme. Everyone in high dress. So, that would be a long, lavish skirt and a sexy let's-push-'em-up bodice. Hee hee. Bells in tails.

What do you serve as sustenance?

Sushi. Just for the hilarious contrast.

Games?

Howabout spin the.... er, umm...... no games, just organized dancing. Definitely some tango involved.

Now, how do you get these mongrels out of your house?

Well, even though I'm not *actively* serving alcohol, I'm sure they'll get into it, so Courtney and Bells will be passed out on the couch, most likely together, Laura will have engaged Eryn in a rousing conversation about the merits of ketchup, Cillian Murphy and Anthony will be in some sort of heated discussion, and I'll be trying to get wine out of the carpet. That means Hannah will be left to figure out what to do next. She'll probably handcuff Cillian and Bells to something sturdy and settle down on the couch until morning.

What? Men? How?

Last week was the week of men. All the straight men I knew suddenly emerged out of the woodwork and contacted me/met with me for the first time in progressively longer intervals of time. First there was Eryn, whom I hadn't met with in months, then Josh, whom I hadn't properly hung out with in 2 years, then Josiah, whom I hadn't properly hung out with in 3 years, then an old friend from DLA, Anthony, whom I never knew extremely well in the first place and furthermore had not seen or spoken to in at least a year.

I had the pleasure of having meaningful conversations with all of these guys, and once again I wonder if there's a reason that they all converged on my life at once. I still can't convince myself to believe in coincidence, so I don't. What, praytell, is going on then? What indeed.

I feel vaguely as though I'm being set up for something, but that's just typically paranoid of me. Of course, Josiah's going to Iraq in a week or so, Eryn's starting school in town, and Josh is about to move out. They're all going through major life changes themselves, so I wonder if that has anything to do with their paths intersecting mine. Once again, I can't help but try to find meaning in everything.

Maybe this is about them, but maybe it's about me. Maybe it's about me not being really close to any [straight] men for the past two years. Maybe it's about me having an attitude of "the Other" towards all males. Maybe God feels like I need to be reminded that boys are people too, a fact I have been mentally skirting for about two years now. What happened two years ago, you ask? I think most of you know. It's one of those experiences that I don't ever, ever want to relive again, but that I'm certainly doomed to repeat before I find my man of choice and settle down for peaceful partnership.

It's times like this that I almost wish I was part of a culture that did arranged marriages. If it's true that a wider variety of choices makes for ultimately less contentment on the part of the chooser, then dating/searching for "The One" must follow as being the most stressful and unfulfilling selection process. Of course, my personal dogma of romance clearly states that in the end, it will be the *most* fulfilling selection process and furthermore completely worth any pain suffered in the search. My very intelligent, subconcious defense mechanisms, however, disagree, and it appears that for at least another year or so, this woman shall remain an island, until at some point in time a man of some caliber puts some sincere and purely-intentioned effort into winning me over.

Perhaps I should just take a few baby steps and maybe make some new male *friends.* The main thing I'm afraid of in that area is that guys will always want to/or think I want to make it more, and I really don't need that drama. Please, Lord, deliver us from drama.

Happy Zombie Friday!

It's time for Laura's Friday Five! This week: Zombie Edition. If you want to be cool like me, Laura, and Hannah, copy/paste the questions into your blog and answer them in the most fantabulous way possible.

1. What Zombie movie deserves your seal of awesome-ness?

Shaun of the Dead and 28 Days Later. Oh, and Army of Darkness, just for the "boomstick!" quote.

2. If you were placed in a zombie movie, approximately how long would you live and why?

Til the end, I'm a virgin.

3. What weapon have you found to be most useful against zombies?

Cast iron frying pan, *aluminum* baseball bat, crowbar. Definitely *not* a wire whisk, mom!

4. Zombies. Good, bad, or just misunderstood?

Are you kidding? Bad. Bad bad bad. ::shudder::

5. Cillian Murphy. Will he ever get past being type-cast as the hot creepy dude?

It's hard to tell, but I can't say as I'd be terribly upset if he didn't. He sure does make a deliciously hot Hot Creepy Dude. You know how I like them types.


Okay, Zombies aside, I have other news. You know that one guy who asked me out and then never contacted me to set up a date? I saw him the other night at a SSLYBY show. We had kind of a funny conversation. It was one of those deals where he knew I had every right to hate him, but I figured it would be more fun to be good-humored about it and forgive him. He is limited, afterall, by the deficiencies of his sex, and we all know how I like to take the merciful holier-than-thou route. He said it would be cool if we were friends, but after the way our last pact to get together turned out, I honestly don't expect anything to really materialize. Which, you know, is a shame because he seems very cool, if a little jerky. I suppose one can't be choosey, though. After all, I've remained friends with Sam for this long, haven't I? I expect a lesser being would want to remain as far away from this guy as possibly after the completely overt and merciless way he flat-out rejected me not based on sight, but on my personality. That's gotta hurt. However, I refuse to let him or anyone else affect my personal concept of self-worth, so I'll get over it. In fact, I think I already have. About a month ago. I actually kind of feel bad for him. Poor chump doesn't know what he's missing. =p