So Lovelyboy and I had a nice conversation a couple of days ago...
Just to ensure you twig on, LB = Lovelyboy, Me = Disney! He was also the one who called!
Me: This is the operator, how may I help you?
LB: Connect me to Canada, pronto.
Me: This is the operator, how may I help you?
LB: Connect me to Canada, pronto.
Me: This is the operator, how may I help you?
LB: I want to carry that on, but I think anyone in earshot around me might think I'm even wackier than I already am.
Me: Hahahaha, hey!
LB: Hey back!
Me: So what trouble have you been up to?
LB: The kind that starts with a capital 'T'! (Probably the only potentially lame thing he's ever said to me... but I fell for it nonetheless :) )
Me: Haha, so let me guess... life sentence?
LB: Something like that. In a maximum security prison. In the Vatican City.
Me: God forbid!
LB: Noooooo, I wish I could say that, but again, EARSHOT! Not that I'm worried, but Vatican City equals much love for the earshooters!
Me: Haha, if you come back with an ear missing or cartilage gone, I'll know who to blame!
Me: So reeeally, what hast thou dones't?
LB: Well actually I got into a WW2 with another Canadian tripper (he actually said W-W-2).
Me: Sounds trippy :( (I illustrated my longing to hold him dear with my VOICE people, that's what the sad smiley indicates)
LB: Yeah, so I've been in a bad mood most of the day (OMG he's not arrogant or untrue about his emotions or unrealistic ahhhhhhhhhhhh I want him now, my ideal ideal ideal) and almost didn't want to call now in case I was snippy!
Me: Aww, you're not snippy, ("and I wish I was there to hug you and get protective of you and assault whoever made you mad") but go on and tell me what happened!
LB: Well, it was pretty much like this... actually you know how I mentioned Vatican City before?
Me: The Pope has a name TOO, you know!
LB: Haha! Well he does, buuuut I don't really care to know it, and that's sort of where the argument started, since we (his class) were all talking about the Vatican... (his retort made me feel intellectually stimulated, I tell you)
Me: Any deadly earshooters nearby?
LB: Hmm, actually I'll move a bit so I can tell you this comfortably! (Perverse moi imagines comfortable, luxuriously brown-haired Lovelyboy in nothing but boxers, or briefs, or the mix... or something showing skin)
Me: Careful Bond!
LB (Whilst Moving): Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn! Haha
LB: If I'm sounding stupid, just tell me... this fight threw me off all day!
Me: You're sounding stupid.
LB: (Inhales!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can certainly identify a surprised inhalation over a long-distance phone call, which is what that was) Oh.
LB: Haha, alright, if you SAY so! (Wishing even more I could be there to hug it out with him)
Me: I do say so, and you're not sounding bad at all, I really want to hear more!
LB: Haha, alright, I think I'm out of ear-shooter range now!
Me: Have you ever used a pea shooter? (I had to ask, just imagine if you kept talking about ear-shooters... PEA shooters will come to mind pretty fast)
LB: Hahaha, I miss you! (GUSHGUSHGUSH)
Me: (I should've done an inhalation of intensity here, damn) Aww, I miss you too, quite badly almost!
LB: Haha, and aww back atcha'! (Too cute for Canada almost)
Me: Anyway 007, what was the ruckus all about?
LB: I don't remember who Bond's boss was, I do remember Charlie from Angels, so *ahem*...
Me: Hahahah, ok, I'll be the never-to-be-seen voice of direction, and you can be my Angel to send on missions! (imagine if I'd said "Angel to diRECT" hmm... but I can see Lovelyboy as an Angel too, in a model type shot or with a feather halo and of course in angelic boxers/briefs/mix/neither)
LB: Hahaha, yepper (at some point or another he revealed that I'm probably the only person he ever actually SAYS that too... and I had to concur, I say it sooo often online or in my head, but never aloud! Except with Lovelyboy!)! So this guy was just talking about the Vatican, and then he mentioned how Mass was so overrated, as a joke, since he had a cross on and had already shown he was Christian... well, mini-Pope, in body AND mind
LB: Started pointing out how Mass was done for blah blah blah reason, and this and that, and then the other guy just let it go, but mini-Pope carried on through the REST of the discussion, and SOMEONE brought up Leonardo -
Me: - I love Titanic!
Me: Haha, sorry, go on!
LB: Haha, well he went on to call him a fag, the wannabe teacher (a whole other story, suffice to say Lovelyboy is exposed to rather young teachers over in Rome, and they aren't too knowledgeable!) didn't say anything, then mini-Pope pointed out that all fags burn in hell... no one said anything, so I took it upon myself to turn around and ask him how he figured that -
Me: (Mentally: MY HERO!!!!!!!!! So brave, so courageous, ahhhhh!)
LB: - and he actually quoted something from the Bible, then something else, which was from LEviticus... and I asked him how he knew the Bible was REAL and that actually got some laughs, and then wannabe teacher stopped talking completely, and mini-Pope and I duked it out for about 3 minutes, no one said ANYTHING and mini-Pope clearly couldn't justify ye lovely book of old...
Me: Bring on the Agatha Cristie!
LB: Haha, for sure - then he asked if I was a fag, and I told him he should ask GOD that, and then turned around and he rolled his eyes and stopped saying anything and somehow the lesson continued and everything went on alright but it almost unnerved me, and that's my story!
Me: (Mentally imagining how to book a ticket to Rome and hire someone to intimidate mini-Pope forever more, while I comfort my lion-king Lovelyboy!) Well, you definitely stuck it to him, way to go; I probably wouldn't have said anything, that's so great you did!
LB: Thanks, do you think I said too much?
Me: Well, I think it's sort of a good thing the others (classmates/messengers of God) have an inclination that you're gay, if they didn't already, and a really good thing mini-Pope got what was coming to him -
Me: - haha, and you probably influenced more people than might be realized now, so I think that's all awesome! Although, it might be annoying dealing with mini-Pope or anyone else who might be mini-Cardinal!
LB: Haha, ah, I guess that's not too bad!
Me: Yeah, that's so gutsy and cooly and sexy that you did that, I have to tell you. (Ahhhhhh how do I come UP with these lines?!?!?!?!)
LB: Haha, I think I'll be pondering that later (hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm), thanks though, it means a lot, I'm really glad you think that and I could tell you!
Me: Anytime, really, even if it's a random hour, or if it's a MESSAGE, get it out! Did you talk to anyone else over there or over here about this?
LB: Nah, well you know my family doesn't know, so that's a no... and that might be a bit too Adams Family anyway, haha!
Me: Hahahah, or maybe Jetsons style?
LB: Hahaha, try Partridge family! (his musical knowledge coincides with my own, yaaaay!)
Me: Haha, Brady Bunch!
LB: Little House on the Prairie people!
Me: Haha, aw well, at least you got it out, do you think it'll continue to bug you?
LB: Ever the insightful! Gotta admit to liking the insightful... (he said this in a suggestive voice, and I would've shivvered if he'd gone on with it) I think I'll get over it fast enough, it'll be at the back of my mind for a while though, less so now, but when I spy mini-Pope it'll be really annoying!
Me: Well, you could always invite him to PLAY I-Spy!
LB: Haha, I-Spy the father, son and Holy Spirit!
Me: Hahaha, well at any rate, you know it'll annoy the HELL out of him to see you all over, and who knows, his mind might be changed a bit because someone actually confronted what he was saying.
LB: Hmm, hopefully!
Me: Gab gab gab x many minutes
LB: Gab gab gab x many minutes
Me: So what's the weather like over there?
LB: Haha, you wait until NOW to intro that?!
Me: Well your powers of perception sometimes seem a bit scarce, thought I'd give you a while to gear them up!
LB: Haha, CRUEL!
LB: Well it's quite cool, but not really cold, and no snow!
Me: You just want me to say whore!
LB: Hahahaha, nailed it! (recalling that little back and forth makes me jittery)
Me: Haha, well I'm glad the weather is nice, or nicer than snow-laden HERE!
LB: Sweetheart, don't fret! (Mental calm for once, well, PARTIAL calm... slight calm.)
Me: What, are you going to send aliens to clean up the snow?
LB: Hahaha, oh my GOD, aliens?!
LB: Oops, and I just took His name in vain!
Me: Hahaha, reported to mini-pope!
Me: 5 Hail Maries Mr.
LB: Haha, actually, I'll engineer some alien SNOWFLAKES and that way, whenever winter comes around, the snowflakes will dissolve, or provide sustenance, or something good!
Me: Hahahaha, ok, alien-sustenance-snowflakes it IS!
Me: Ok, I think my departure is looming, along with one too many snowflakes for my liking!
LB: Aww, I'll have to get working on the alien introduction then!
Me: Haha, ok, sorry to cut this off!
LB: Haha, no worries, good talking, I don't know if I'll have a surprise for you next week or not, unfortunately!
Me: PLEASE tell me Santa is coming to town!!!!!!
LB: Ya, with alien reindeer all the way! Haha!
LB+Me: Rudolph!!!!!! (complete mind-connect here, since we both thought of the NOSE and alien connection!)
Me: Radioactive-alien nose!!
LB: Okie doke, if we must part, let it be now!
Me (teardrops): Alright, stay out of trouble though, and be careful with the alien stuff!
LB: Haha, *I'm* the alien here!
Me: Haha, it's ok, you'll be back here sooooooon (me implying hope at his coming for Christmas, or before February at least)!
LB: Haha, alright, talk to you later!
Me: Later, stay amazing! (Again, WTF do I SAY sometimes?!?! Just consider saying that on the phone to someone when you're not reeeally boisterous... it sounds blah!)
LB: Haha, I sure will, you stay AWESOME!
Me: Haha, later!
So it was another fun call, if you didn't grab it up, Lovelyboy is agnostic/atheist and in yet another Lovely way, actually understands why the Bible is to be soooooo doubted/ignored/despised (some may be extreme words, but hmmm yet again)! I'm along the same lines, but it'll be a while again before I can really own up to it, although he and I have talked about it a good bit before!
The call can be summed up with:
Sort of, except their music video is rather bad IMO; but it's the music I mean. I felt all cool and happy after talking to him, and had that theme with me until I went to bed, and even at points the next day, and today! I think I grasped our relationship on another level, or he and I both did, or something along those lines... I *feel* more mature about it and about myself now, and I feel very mature and proud and SO ecstatic at being able to say: I was just talking to my "boyfriend" (and I think the term is rated now!) in Rome on the phone and...
But, at the same time, he wouldn't tell me if/when he was coming back, very playfully that way, and if he didn't until February, I think I could handle it, but thinking about WTF will happen when he IS back makes me go more with Miley Cyrus. Now Miley, I used to hate her guts. I still think she's highly over privileged/lucky/Disney-wrapped to merit what she has going on (and if you live in Ontario/Canada's GTA, ahhhh, her show in Toronto cashed in big time), but this song (and even the random video!) changed my view a bit, along with some other research.
Turn up the volume on this one or it won't sound much good!
Oh, and MOD = MuchMusic show and MuchMusic is the exceptional Canadian version of MTV, except waaaay better! There's one host girl I want to kill though, she doesn't show up much though, thankfully. But yay MOD!
So the video and song is all over the place, and it's relatively juvenile (haha, I shouldn't talk, but therein lies the 'problem') and that's the thing... I feel like doom is on the horizon! What happens when Lovelyboy comes back? He lives 40+ minutes away from me... where is this really going? Can I even take things to a physical level? It makes me worried, and as much as the above applies, I don't feel like I could talk to him about that on the phone! If it works until the summer... what happens in the summer, what happens if we're really boyfriends and then go to universities far apart?
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! In some ways it seems like when he comes, it'll really be like we Start All Over, I feel like we have such a good foundation... yet I feel nearly ridiculous for wanting to get physical just from these phone convos and some pictures he sent of him in Rome, and whether or not he might be here next week (sadly doubting, but who knows?!), and all the future items... not feeling too worried about being burned right now, but the realistic side of me gets boggled during our phone calls and sometimes just thinking about him, but in my clearheaded moments it's all AHHHHHHHHHHHH! How can you expect anything to really come of this?! It's almost a waste of time, silly you!
The latter video also shows off my enthusiasm and complete desire to go have fun with Lovelyboy so much of the time pondering him, I'd love to go to a club with him and dance haha!
Oh well, I'm in a wonderful predicament, and that felt good to put it all down, haha hopefully no Vatican/RCC (Roman Cath Church) peeps go insane over this but still screaming over my ever-sweet, only slightly, and somehow vastly alien Lovelyboy.