I just found out that Hot Dream Guy is on Facebook. As am I (and no, I’m not giving my ID out to you crazy people *cough* Crazy Leto-Lover and Roxi *cough*!!). Now, should I add him or not? I still owe him some correspondence over my thesis, which is very much over-due. Oh, and the actual thesis, which he wants to read.
Major Dilemma! Tuesday, Feb 10 2009
Hot Dream Guy and The Thesis and Yes or no? and decisions are difficult 11:05 pm
Random things Friday, Sep 26 2008
Confessions of a Shallow Mind and Hot Dream Guy and Random Likes and blog and fashion and general and ice hockey and stuff you didn't need to know but I'm telling you anywa 2:08 am
You know how every now and then you’re forced to write some sort of introduction about yourself? “Hi, I’m Mary-Sue. I’m 19 and I love kittens!” You know?
I hate those.
But, as there’s been some changes here, (and because Crazy Leto Loving Friend is speaking so wonderfully about me in her blog, or at least she better!), I figured I should probably introduce myself to the hoards of new people stopping by my pretty little blog. So here we go…
Hi, I’m ii. I’m 5′4 and I like shoes. And tequila. There’s three things I take seriously in my life, left is up for laughs. And ridicule. I believe there aren’t stupid question*, there’s only stupid people. I get bored easily. The only thing I have more than books is shoes. If I’d have to pick one drink for the rest of my life it would be pink champagne, Moët & Chandon Rosé Impérial. I can’t stand roses. I love ice hockey and other sports. Stupidity and ignorance annoy me to no end. If I disagree with you, you’ll know. I curse in Finnish, fight in English and make love in French. I love snowflakes. The smell of the icing chemicals in hockey arenas makes me feel at home. I’ve only done sports where you get to wear a skirt. I love the 50’s style full skirts. I had a dirty dream about the guy I’m hoping will offer me a job one day.
*sigh of relief*
It wasn’t that bad, I suppose. Was it good for you too? Brilliant? Yeah, I thought so too.
xoxo,
ii
* except “how does the ink get out of a pen?”
An e-mail that made me scream and jump Thursday, Apr 24 2008
BoyFriend and Hot Dream Guy and It's not me - my friends are crazy! and My Friend With Huge Boobs and The Thesis 6:40 pm
I arrived home tired and bored and disappointed and checked my mail. Still nothing from either one of the NHL people, BF’s boss or The Hot Dream Guy. I decided to check some blogs, and the BCF, and left the tab with my email open. After a while I checked the email tab.
1 new mail.
I got all excited and tingly when I hit the ‘refresh’. It was the recruiting mailing list newsletter. How utterly disappointed.
After some more bloghopping and general Internet ennui I checked the email one last time, planning to go and get ice cream and watch Babylon 5.
1 new mail.
Thinking “party adverts? library’s please return -notices? what’s going to disappoint me this time?” I hit ‘refresh’.
“Subject: thesis.” You know how sometimes your brain can go through a million things in the time it takes you to move your eyes from ’subject’ to the sender, or the message? I though it was a reply from a school friend of mine. Or maybe my prof found that “economics of networks for dummies” I was asking for as the networks make zero sense to me and reading about them makes me feel stupid and small. Then I saw the sender and the message:
“Hi [ii],
I got your mail through [Miss D], I’d be happy to help… [general info on how and when to reach him]
[The Hot Dream Guy]“
*insert ii jumping up and down and screaming*
After some (very unladylike) jumping and screaming I reach for my phone and call My Friend With Huge Boobs. “He replied! [The Hot Dream Guy] replied! *screaming*” She’s happy for me, but dismisses me in order to continue vacuuming (seriously, that womans priorities!) She tells me to call BF. Which was already next on my list.
“[TheHotDreamGuy]repliedjustnowandnowyoudon’thavetokickyourboss’ass!!” I exclaim as soon as he picks up.
BF *as if nothing was unusual*: Hi honey! How are you?
Me: [TheHotDreamGuy]repliedjustnowandnowyoudon’thavetokickyourboss’ass!
BF: ooookay… did you OD on coffee again?
Me *taking a deep breath*: I said, [The Hot Dream Guy] replied just now and now you don’t have to kick your boss’ ass! That’s brilliant, isn’t it?!
BF: Sorry, what’s brilliant? I think I lost hearing from my other ear.
Me: [BF]!!
BF *laughs*: It’s great, honey, really, truly great! I’m happy for you.
Me *still on hyperdrive*: I’m happy for me too!
BF: Okay, listen, I have to go. We have [a thing] in a minute and the other guys think I’m talking to some looney.
Me: Is [our mutual friend Perfect Morning-After Voice] there?
BF: yes.
Me: Oooh, tell him I said hi.
BF *to the side*: ii says hi.
*something on the background*
Me: What was that?
BF: [Perfect Morning-After Voice] said ‘that explains the weird call’.
Me *exclaiming*: [The Hot Dream Guy] replied and is happy to help me!
BF: right. okay. bye midget.
Luckily for me not only is BF used to these calls, but he has made a fair share of them himself. Last year I had half the team singing “Born in the USA” to me over the phone before the the USA game. Only they didn’t know the song, apart from the “born… in the U S A!” part, so it was basically two minutes of that. I was visiting Old Dragon at the time.
I still cannot believe The Hot Dream Guy was so enthusiastic to help me! *grin*
The NHL Guy from the Hot Deam Wednesday, Apr 23 2008
BoyFriend and Hot Dream Guy and The Thesis and blog and ice hockey 10:58 pm
Okay, it would seem that I’m back to my old habits of reporting minuscule events in my blog. And that based on this blog I have absolutely no social life.
Do you remember when I told you about the phone calls I made to random NHL clubs? And that the Finnish guy’s clubs receptionist sounded like she had a hockey (goalie’s) stick sideways up her butt? And that finally I had to call BF’s club? And that they were helpful? And that the next night I had a naughty dream about the Finnish guy?
You do? What’s that? You took notes? Awww, you shouldn’t have!
Aaaaanyways. I dipped deep into my pool of HIFK spirit and kick-butt-attitude (also known as the List of Things To Do To Avoid Doing What One Has To Do) and decided to give The Hot Dream Guy (not that he is hot, the dream was) one more chance. This time I did not reach him, but an assistant to his boss, a very nice Miss D, and she promised to pass along a message. So I emailed her, and she promised to give it forward to The Hot Dream Guy straight away. And I’m totally playing the “I’m a Finn too” -card here (ha ha) so… here’s hoping!
On the other news, I tried to reach that one guy from BF’s club. He wasn’t at his phone. And we all know how much I love leaving messages to peoples voice mail! So I’m going to harass him again tomorrow. *insert Dr. Evil laugh here*
