The spiteful bitch cometh.

So it's supposed to rain starting in an hour for three days straight, right? Everyone's busily settling into a newly re-weatherproofed canopy. There's a whole assload of last-minute point crammers here tonight, which leads to the following conclusions:
- All chairs (specifically MINE) are taken
- Majority of one-nighters are safely tucked under the tent, while the marathon overnighters are left in the rain
- My shit (including camera, flash, and $60 in Star Wars books) will get soaked because my bags are stuck at the perimeter of the canopy
- My blanket (which I only have because I hid it) will be entirely useless because I have no dry place to be

Am so the resident line whore.

Hee.

Perhaps 'harlot' is more the correct word. 'Trollop'?

Somehow, Amit just woke up with his pants rolled up and his shoes tied. Then his chair somehow got deflated, and his blanket somehow got yanked.

Naturally, Vic, Rob, and I had exactly no part in any of that.

"I didn't know anything about a wedding. I thought they were bastard children!" - Vic, upon being further spoiled

I was pretty pissy this morning when I got up - I fell asleep on Maul just as the rain started, so by the time I got up three hours later, the blanket was soaked through and I was freezing. Spent two hours eating/talking with Vic, mainly about line politics, which is fine because we have similar views on most things. By the time we got back to the Zieg, Amit and Rob were up. I was actually allowed into the tent when the rain started again, and there was much much goofiness all around.

Now Michele is running ticket distribution - my midnight ticket is safe in the pocket at the back of the book, and I’m beginning to wonder if my $100 in donations will put me ahead of the guys (Rob, Vic, and Ben, who we think are the top three). How much would that rock? And even if I don't get it this year, there's always 2005. ;)

More gender-based goofiness today - either Cullen or Rob joked about my writing about Amit ;), and someone else referred to Cullen as "my boyfriend the chair nazi," the irony of which I don't even need to comment about.

Got Rick's shift boss ticket for Cat; I'll have to talk to Amit about where she can sit. I feel like it should be okay, since my points halved are still an accomplishment. It makes me feel sorta bad pulling points and acquaintance to get a favor, but... whatever, I guess? I really want to be able to sit with the line hardcores, but if I need to go with Cat, I will.

So tired. I'm gross and need to go home. Don't want to miss out on points. My life, so trivial!

Alan, Chris, and Will just got back from the charity screening, and we all seem to agree that AOTC is second only to ESB.

Three fucking days!

Note to self - it's a lot more funner to be the line whore when it's your own personal joke, based completely on non-fact. But in the course of twenty minutes, I had three different 'pairings' suggested to me, none of them particularly likeable. Alan noted James' cutesiness (which is back in full force now that I've stopped being uberbitch to him), and Byron referred to Alan and Cullen, and just AAAAAAH! I think Alan also tried to infer something about Rob based on the picking-of-lint-off-my-coat (wondering if resting my head on his shoulder had anything to do with it O:)). Oyyy! I'm going to delude myself (if necessary) into believing that Vic, Byron, and [Vassar] Jay are unaffected so that I at least have someone to vent to. This is fucking like high school, except that everyone involved is 20+ and still lacking in social skills.

I wish I felt comfortable being out on the line. I mean, Justen and Steve are out, and while everyone is nice to their faces, I've already witnessed what can happen when backs are turned. It's not even like there are any girls I'm particularly attracted to - I just want to be able to tell Cullen off for even thinking of asking if I'd be married by 2005, seeing as how I can't even legally marry half the world's population.

I rather wish there was at least one socially apt guy on this line - while the upside of being surrounded by geek boys is that I feel comfortable flirting, the downside is that I have no fucking clue how most of them feel back (and the ones I do know of, skeeve me out). Rather enjoyed wrestling for blankets with Amit, and the head-on-shoulder thing is pleasant, but fuck it, I'd prefer some sort of returned signals.

In retrospect on today, I feel like I lost a mass of time in the late afternoon. I can't seem to recall what day it is or what I was doing (knitting) at 4pm.

I think I need to eat - as my blood sugar is crazy low or something - but I don't know what. I was all set on Zen Palate, but the fuckers close at 9.45 (contrary to their website), so it was too late by the time I called. I guess I'll just order some broccoli and garlic sauce from some late-night Chinese joint, since pizza's doing jack for me right now.

And Amit kept talking about how often he ran into line people at subsequent showings - groan.