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<p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
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<details text="A talk with Whitcomb"><summary>A talk with Whitcomb</summary>
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<p><whitcomb> the purpose of those memes is to cave in to peer pressure and tell people who they were o.o
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<ranna> I’ll get to that eventually.
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<ranna> ^^
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<ranna> No, you’re not the moodswings one.
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<ranna> And I just gave away, yes, you are on there.
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<whitcomb> Hee.
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<whitcomb> i’m posting one soon
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<ranna> Some don’t matter to you. The Arf one is my stalker, who follows me around campus like a puppy. The oppressed one is this girl I’m friends with who is angry and hates everyone. The one about straight boys is a straight boy I had a crush on. The weird me out one is some zoophile friend.
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<ranna> That should narrow it some.
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* Whitcomb nods. I… assumed, or hoped, I wasn’t the straight one.
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<ranna> Hehe
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<whitcomb> I’m getting the feeling I’m one of the “we don’t talk” ones, right?
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<ranna> Well, moodswings is Terberlo.
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<ranna> Oh, I suck at this.
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* Whitcomb muahaha!
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<whitcomb> These things make me OCD as hell
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<ranna> You’re the second one. We seem to be different from each other in strategic ways that would, I think, make a relationship between us rather.. messy.
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<whitcomb> Oh.
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<whitcomb> Hahaha.
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<whitcomb> We both need ‘balancer’ mates.
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<ranna> Yeah.
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<whitcomb> The two of us together would be “I’M SAD!” “I’M ANGRY!” “GYAAAAAARGH!”
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<ranna> Or we’d be excelent up until even a slightly destructive mood came over both of us at the same time, and we’d go spiralling out of control.
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<whitcomb> You get those too?
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<whitcomb> I mean, I knew you did, but often enough to…
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<whitcomb> Wait, chaos, Eris, so on.
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<ranna> HEh
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<whitcomb> Of course you do.
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<ranna> Yeah, they happen. Even if only for a few seconds, and I never do anything, it’s still there.
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<whitcomb> Yeah, Shiva is to me what Eris is to you.
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<whitcomb> Is or was.
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<ranna> Hmm.. dunno if any of the others are pertinent. Shan is ‘I knew you too well’…
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<whitcomb> We really are a lot alike in odd ways. o.o
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<ranna> How so?
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<whitcomb> Um, just the… Uh… mythology, science, latin, shiny things, chaos, getting way too worked up about things, so on.
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<whitcomb> Oddly, the one I was was one I wouldn’t have thought.
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<ranna> Heh, I tried to be kinda.. roundabout? Something.
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<ranna> I tried to think of something I wouldn’t normally think of for the person, but was still true.
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<ranna> Except for Rikoshi. He’s the first.
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<whitcomb> God, I love Rikky.
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<whitcomb> He’s so oblivious sometimes.
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<ranna> Hee.
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<whitcomb> We used to be kind of like you and he are now, but then I admitted one night while drunk that I had a huge crush on him and things are different now.
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<ranna> Did that change things on his side, or your side? Or both..?
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<whitcomb> I think both, or maybe just his, or maybe just mine. In other words, I don’t know.
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<whitcomb> I’m just paranoid. Maybe they’re still the same.
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<ranna> Oh.
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<ranna> That’s why I’m afraid to tell people I like them.
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<ranna> Or some people.
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<whitcomb> I tell everyone. It has thus far proved a bad idea.
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<ranna> It always seems like a good idea right up until you actually do it.
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<ranna> The only time it ever worked out well in any way was - oh em teh gee - Shanerak.
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<ranna> But I guilt-tripped him into the relationship ^^
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<whitcomb> Hahahah
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<ranna> I hate to sound like I’m obsessing, I don’t feel like I am o.O
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<whitcomb> You loved him
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<whitcomb> It doesn’t go away, I guess.
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<whitcomb> I fear.
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<whitcomb> The sad thing about ‘balancers’ is that I love them the most and yet get bored.
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<ranna> Hehe
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<whitcomb> So, er, how did you mean get together?
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<ranna> What I meant was that, I really was obsessing over him a few days ago, but ever since I saw that he really was kinda of a dick, it’s a whole lot easier not to think about him.
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<ranna> Oh.
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<ranna> I was with this guy Merlin because he typefucked me once and liked it.
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<ranna> He was with this guy.. um.. fuck. F-something.
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<ranna> Anyway, I had a crush on him and told him, and it was all cute for a day or too, but then I got horribly depressed ‘cause things weren’t all working out for me.
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<ranna> After about a week, I dumped Merlin and he dumped wotsisface, and I thought thigns were going to turn around.
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<ranna> Until he got together with Merlin ^^
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<whitcomb> Uh
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<whitcomb> I, uh
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<whitcomb> Yeah o.o
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<ranna> I misread, didn’t I.
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<ranna> Well, there’s the story.
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<whitcomb> Kindayeah. o.o
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<ranna> But yeah, I just saw that :o)
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<ranna> What do you mean, then?
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<whitcomb> haha
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<whitcomb> Er, just what you meant by ‘get together’ re: me
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<whitcomb> Not trying to sound weird, because I think we’ve both kind of… moved apart, just curious as to that because I am pathetic
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<ranna> You mean, like the statement about you?
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<whitcomb> Yuh
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<ranna> I don’t know, I guess I meant it like it sounds, like mates and stuff. I was just thinking about just how we’re different.
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<ranna> ‘cause we were talking right before I wrote that.
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<ranna> Earlier today.
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<whitcomb> Oh, OK ^_^
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<whitcomb> Sorry, I’m a sap
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<ranna> How so?
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<whitcomb> Because I was hoping that was what you meant, because I’m neeeeeedy
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<ranna> Hehe, well, yeah. :o)
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<ranna> I make a point to myself about trying to focus on everybody a lot of times, but I always end up focusing on relationships with just one person. Dangers, ‘cause I flit around so much.
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<ranna> Er.. dangerous.
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<whitcomb> Same. I love people, but I get bored so easily. It’s fucking heartbreaking.
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<ranna> Maybe it’s not that we’re too different, maybe we’re just the same in the wrong sorts of ways.
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<whitcomb> Yeah. That’s my thought.
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<whitcomb> I think we’d probably spend a lot of time staring at each other silently and not saying anything.
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<whitcomb> And being redundant. GG.
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<whitcomb> Plus, I find the incidental shit about you a lot more interesting than you do, probably.
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<ranna> Hmm? Like what?
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<ranna> I’d like a relationship where I could be silent with someone and not have it be weird. I could be silent around Shan last time I visited, but that’s because he spent a lot of time talking in #sanefurs :o)
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<whitcomb> Ick.
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<ranna> It was like visiting Wish and Nitro, then staying in Carlsbad for a few extra days.
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<whitcomb> I’ve gotten to the point where if someone ignores me for the computer I just give ‘em the “fuck off” attitude.
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<whitcomb> :/
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<ranna> Heh.
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<whitcomb> My mom did that shit all the time, I’d try to talk to her when something really irrelevant was on TV and she’d shush me.
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<ranna> Ur, yeah.
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<whitcomb> I’m like, “Uh, yeah, sorry for trying to patch up our strained communication, I’ll leave now”
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<ranna> Hehehe
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<ranna> I did that to my mom lots, but every time she’d come home, I’d start feeling bad.
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<whitcomb> Um, incidental, like I would make far too much of your racial heritage and your dad’s drug use and your mom’s hippyism and… I don’t know.
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<ranna> Yeah, I think after I told you all the stores I could remember, I’d get a little bored by it. :o)
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* Whitcomb nods. Same here. I didn’t really understand until recently how recounting your life history gets annoying after a while.
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<whitcomb> Because, much to my surprise, I am not the most interesting person in the world. <:)
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<ranna> Hee.
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<whitcomb> OK, so I can ask you something utterly retarded and you not take offense?
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<ranna> I occasionally find myself talking about me, realize I’m boring as fuck, and then shut up. Makes the middle of the conversation weird.
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<ranna> Go ahead.,
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<whitcomb> Hahaha.
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<whitcomb> OK, well, because you’re the, er… blackest person I am this close to, would you say that that small portion of your genetic makeup has affected your life at all?
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<ranna> Unless it has anything to do with my penis size, no. African American Student Services likes to bug me about it, but really, I’m pretty damn white. All of the other parts of me are the tight-ass white type, so I think it might cancel out anything black about me.
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* Whitcomb nods.
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<whitcomb> Race is such a weird thing, that you just… don’t talk about.
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<ranna> I know. c.c
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<whitcomb> I used to bug all of my ‘ethnic’ friends about it until I realized that if they were my friends then they were probably not the type to give a shit about race.
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<ranna> I was brought up in exceedingly white environments, so coming to college with a whole lot of black people was kinda.. strange. Made me feel awkward and socially inept around them.
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<ranna> Hey, will you be on later?
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<whitcomb> Yep
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<ranna> We should talk more then, ‘cause this is cool. Gotta go to some stupid frat meeting now.</ranna></whitcomb></ranna></ranna></whitcomb></ranna></whitcomb></ranna></whitcomb></whitcomb></ranna></ranna></whitcomb></ranna></whitcomb></ranna></whitcomb></ranna></ranna></whitcomb></ranna></whitcomb></ranna></whitcomb></whitcomb></ranna></whitcomb></ranna></ranna></whitcomb></whitcomb></whitcomb></whitcomb></ranna></whitcomb></ranna></ranna></ranna></whitcomb></ranna></whitcomb></whitcomb></ranna></ranna></ranna></whitcomb></ranna></whitcomb></whitcomb></whitcomb</p>
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