A girl I became friends with towards the end of school went off to a summer session for her uni about a month ago. Has been staying in the dorms since. She came back for this weekend and I got to hang out with her a bit. We went out for pizza, she drove.
Lets start with the important bits:
Pic:
Before: Far right.
After: Pics!?
Appearance.
Before: Conservative-ish dress, not much skin showing, not form fitting. Blondeish brown hair. A bit heavyset owing to being a defensive hockey player.
After: DAYUMN. Still not much skin, but what a difference buying clothes that actually FIT makes. Dark red hair dye. Looks good on her. I never thought I'd say that, since it's such an unnatural color, but it just makes you want to look more. She also apparently has a tattoo now, which I have not yet seen.
Car:
Before: Plain old '04 Honda Civic. Silver.
After: Civic got stolen, stripped. Insurance + savings = SRT4. Red. Paid off.
Attitude:
Before: Sweet, a little bit flirty, courteous, not much of a risk taker (hates speeding). Always insisted that I drive.
After: Sweet, VERY flrity, curses up a storm, the speed limit is for suckers and truckers. She didn't care at all when I suggested we take her car.
Music:
Before: Classic pop. Yes. That's the only way I can describe it. Like pop music, 4 years after it stopped being popular. :music: I'm blue da ba dee da ba dai:music:
After: Damn, she stole my f'ing music! I CONVERTED ANOTHER ONE! And she plays it loud and proud, too. :music:I'd give my heart I'd give my soul I'd turn it back it's my fault; your destiny is forlorn, have to live till it's undone:music:
Political affiliation:
Before: Silly liberal
After: Wingian [For those who do not know, I've formed an additional portion of the political spectrum under the theory that it's actually a circle and that opposite of moderate, the two extremist sides meet. This is the Wingian portion. Not to be confused with anarchism, this is more like "We need a good emperor" or "The human race needs to be obliterated"]
Now all that's left is that I need to:
A) Hit it furiously
B) Find that tat
C) Pics!?
Update:
We spent the majority of the day together today; she couldn't stand being around her parents. Went out to the shooting range, brought my SKS (a rather formidible Soviet semi-automatic rifle with bayonet and grenade launcher) and threw about 500rds downrange. Her first time shooting... And she's a freaking natural (or just damn lucky). I got thoroughly shown up WITH MY OWN FREAKING GUN.
After that, we chatted while I cleaned up the gun, blah blah blah, normal bullsh!t. Drove around a little while (I was driving this time), and she did something that literally scared the bejesus out of me. My van is a purpose-built street-racing sleeper, and she knows it. It's designed to devour the souls of riceboys who think they're all that. But she spotted a FREAKING SUPRA TWIN-TURBO and tried to get me to go up against it. Naturally, I declined because that's probably the only US-sold import ever that can give me a thorough embarassment on a freeway. Not the only one that could beat me, but the only one that could EMBARASS me. But the point is that she NEVER would've allowed me to even THINK about street racing with her in the car back in May. But here we are, July 3rd, and she's trying to get me to do it.
Anyway, she's become a right bit kinkier than she was before, too. Definitely not a bad thing. A little unusual, a few places I hadn't even thought of going, but not bad at all. And I'm told that no - nobody else has been hitting it. She's just been watching quite a bit of porno - obviously Delaware is full of really strange porno.
Oh, and the tattoo, which happens to be on the left ass cheek when you're coming from behind, is an angel with devil horns and a tail. Unfortunately, she's got other plans for tommorrow, which do not involve me. *shrug* I'll survive.
So, what have the rest of you been doing all day?
(Oh, and that pic that I swore up and down about... I grabbed the camera, but in my infinite freaking genius, the batteries were dead. I managed to scrounge two good ones out of my van, but it's a 4-batt camera)
Lets start with the important bits:
Pic:
Before: Far right.
After: Pics!?
Appearance.
Before: Conservative-ish dress, not much skin showing, not form fitting. Blondeish brown hair. A bit heavyset owing to being a defensive hockey player.
After: DAYUMN. Still not much skin, but what a difference buying clothes that actually FIT makes. Dark red hair dye. Looks good on her. I never thought I'd say that, since it's such an unnatural color, but it just makes you want to look more. She also apparently has a tattoo now, which I have not yet seen.
Car:
Before: Plain old '04 Honda Civic. Silver.
After: Civic got stolen, stripped. Insurance + savings = SRT4. Red. Paid off.
Attitude:
Before: Sweet, a little bit flirty, courteous, not much of a risk taker (hates speeding). Always insisted that I drive.
After: Sweet, VERY flrity, curses up a storm, the speed limit is for suckers and truckers. She didn't care at all when I suggested we take her car.
Music:
Before: Classic pop. Yes. That's the only way I can describe it. Like pop music, 4 years after it stopped being popular. :music: I'm blue da ba dee da ba dai:music:
After: Damn, she stole my f'ing music! I CONVERTED ANOTHER ONE! And she plays it loud and proud, too. :music:I'd give my heart I'd give my soul I'd turn it back it's my fault; your destiny is forlorn, have to live till it's undone:music:
Political affiliation:
Before: Silly liberal
After: Wingian [For those who do not know, I've formed an additional portion of the political spectrum under the theory that it's actually a circle and that opposite of moderate, the two extremist sides meet. This is the Wingian portion. Not to be confused with anarchism, this is more like "We need a good emperor" or "The human race needs to be obliterated"]
Now all that's left is that I need to:
A) Hit it furiously
B) Find that tat
C) Pics!?
Update:
We spent the majority of the day together today; she couldn't stand being around her parents. Went out to the shooting range, brought my SKS (a rather formidible Soviet semi-automatic rifle with bayonet and grenade launcher) and threw about 500rds downrange. Her first time shooting... And she's a freaking natural (or just damn lucky). I got thoroughly shown up WITH MY OWN FREAKING GUN.
After that, we chatted while I cleaned up the gun, blah blah blah, normal bullsh!t. Drove around a little while (I was driving this time), and she did something that literally scared the bejesus out of me. My van is a purpose-built street-racing sleeper, and she knows it. It's designed to devour the souls of riceboys who think they're all that. But she spotted a FREAKING SUPRA TWIN-TURBO and tried to get me to go up against it. Naturally, I declined because that's probably the only US-sold import ever that can give me a thorough embarassment on a freeway. Not the only one that could beat me, but the only one that could EMBARASS me. But the point is that she NEVER would've allowed me to even THINK about street racing with her in the car back in May. But here we are, July 3rd, and she's trying to get me to do it.
Anyway, she's become a right bit kinkier than she was before, too. Definitely not a bad thing. A little unusual, a few places I hadn't even thought of going, but not bad at all. And I'm told that no - nobody else has been hitting it. She's just been watching quite a bit of porno - obviously Delaware is full of really strange porno.
Oh, and the tattoo, which happens to be on the left ass cheek when you're coming from behind, is an angel with devil horns and a tail. Unfortunately, she's got other plans for tommorrow, which do not involve me. *shrug* I'll survive.
So, what have the rest of you been doing all day?
(Oh, and that pic that I swore up and down about... I grabbed the camera, but in my infinite freaking genius, the batteries were dead. I managed to scrounge two good ones out of my van, but it's a 4-batt camera)