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Mon, 31 Oct 2005 19:15:47 GMT

TEZUKA. IS. GAY.

~~At the moment I'm totally in denial about his relationship with this Yukimura guy.~~

Oh, happy day~! Tezuka's into men! ~~Wonder if he's a bottom or a top. Don't guess it really matters. Can always flip a coin if need be.~~

But, he's going out tonight with him. Yukimura. ~~Urge to stalk rising.~~ To a party at a bar I can't locate in the phone book or on the internet. (Yeah, I tried.)

Come on, phone, ring.

Shit, Mom, I wasn't trying to summon you! Go back to your loony cult of the week.

...it's really wrong to pray that your mom gets written out of her soap and takes a job on one that's filmed in California, isn't it?

Fri, 28 Oct 2005 21:22:43 GMT

So, in all of the whirlwinds of baseball and this semester (ow, ow, ow, that is the sound of me being totally fucked over), I sort of forgot to update this. Though, Tezuka hasn't posted much, so my reason for getting one of these, stalking him a little and seeing if he'd go out with me, has diminished, and displays a proporptionate relationship with my entries.

Yanks got into the playoffs. And choked. Bad enough that the wankers from Boston won last year, but the South Side Sox? This is really humiliating.

At least the American League came out on top. 2 years in a row with the actual series being a four game sweep.

That game 3, though, going until after the bars closed here. Wow.

It's halloween this weekend. Been invited to a couple of parties, don't know if I want to go. Costumes are /not/ a problem but dates might be. Don't want to lead anyone on when I'm already interested in someone else.

Teaching my parents how to use email was in retrospect not one of my brighter ideas. This week alone Mother has sent me five audition notices. I'm turning my cellphone off, I don't want to know what her response is when she gets back the reply that is ふざけるな！ (Somehow, vulgar Japanese is all I've been able to retain.)

Tue, 07 Jun 2005 19:31:34 GMT

[Private: I talked to him.

I can't decide if I am gutsy, cool, or the world's biggest loser. Probably all of the above.

He knew who I was, though. Called me Renji. Not Yanagi. Renji.

I'd tutor him in a heartbeat. That's dating, except without having to go out.... Wait, he'd be paying me. Does this make me a manwhore if we have sex??

You think too fucking much, Ren. Play it cool, play it cool.]

Mon, 06 Jun 2005 21:38:05 GMT

Private: He. Posted. And it's something I can respond to.

Get a hold of yourself, Ren. Just because you've been wanting to jump him for six months is no reason to let your testosterone run away with you. Deep breaths. Think. With your brain, not your crotch, moron. How to communicate 'where have you been, when the hell are you coming home, and would you like to have sex' in a way that won't be misinterpreted.

Shit. I don't obsess this hard on talking to GIRLS. What the hell is wrong with me? There's a baseball game on and I can't tear myself away from this damned laptop.

Just do it. Say something for God's sake before you give yourself an ulcer. Recite some convincing lines from one of the plays you've been in if you have to.

Tue, 17 May 2005 15:00:52 GMT

Bernie Williams. Grand slam.

Hell yeah! The Yanks are over .500 again! 9th straight win!

Perhaps I need to get buried by finals more often if it helps my team.

[Private: Still ~~stalking~~ following Tezuka's journal. He hasn't posted since he mentioned seeing more Johnny Depp movies. (Personally, after seeing 'Ninth Gate', I can't blame him. Weird movie.)

Just go ahead and comment to his journal, loser. Ask him when he's coming back. He'll either be weirded out or...weirded out.]

Sun, 08 May 2005 14:39:04 GMT

Private: I just remembered that Jack Sparrow costume from last year's halloween party. It's in my closet.

And I got out of bed just to document this so I won't forget again.

More sleep, I didn't turn in till almost 5 this morning.

Sun, 08 May 2005 01:22:22 GMT

We shut out Oakland! All right!

Buckled down today when the game was in hand and cranked through my risk analysis. It makes my fingers tingle when it all comes together so quickly. I'll cross-check it tomorrow for any errors and put it in final form for presentation on Monday. Fall semester is going to be one large group project in this section, if rumor holds.

Private: Tezuka posted. It's been all I can do not to reply to it and ask where he is, what happened to him. Except that would come off creepy. Note: weigh and analyze creepy vs. concerned for likelihood of someday getting into his pants.

I did not just type that.

was going to go rent "Finding Neverland" on way to work for the sheer bullshit romantic ideal of 'we're watching the same movie though worlds apart', but apparently I need something more stimulating first. Thinking about getting in Tezuka's pants = too much of a turn-on before work.

This attraction to him borders on insane. I don't even know the guy. For all I know, he's an axe murderer or something.

Note: do not mention this to my parents, they'll think I want to write a screenplay about it or something.

Won $200 in a random bet I placed on Giacomo in the Derby today. Sting's son = lucky. Must analyze further.

Fri, 06 May 2005 15:11:36 GMT

6-2? Against Tampa Bay? We're tied for last in the AL East?

I've got to go to class. This feels too much like the Twilight Zone. The Yanks in last place, seven games under .500.

[Private: Finals next week. Three weeks off, then summer school starts. It's too much to hope that he'd be back by then.

Renji, next time you like someone, at least get their phone number. Apparently you never know when they'll drop out of sight and you'll lose your chance to ask them out.

Ran that model last night when I got off work. Results were inconclusive as to whether trendy names are indicative of diminished intelligence or if perhaps the corollary may be true, diminished intelligence is indicative of trendy names.

And I have a risk analysis due on Monday. Fortunately, none of the basketball teams I care about are in the playoffs so baseball is my only commitment over the weekend.

I hope Tezuka is all right. If he was sick enough to withdraw, maybe he went home and his family doesn't live here.

Step away from the computer now and stop googling for 'Tezuka K'.]

Ha!

Thu, 05 May 2005 21:37:49 GMT

[Private: I figured out the 'private' function. Which means I can talk more freely about why I got this journal in the first place.

I like someone. And it's crazy to be so gone on someone I barely know, but...I can't stop thinking about this guy. I don't know what led me to search for him on livejournal, but...I figured if I could get WilWheaton.net and the Gaiman RSS feeds on here, maybe there was a chance he'd be here, too.

And he is. Tezuka. tezuka_k. Hell, I don't even know what the K stands for. Somehow I doubt it's Kory or Kevin or Karlton or anything that's all nuevo-trendy. Note to self: run correlation on asinine baby names and IQ for causal relationship. Doc Latham calls us all by last name in our section, all twelve of us, but I've never managed to catch his first name.

Honestly? I've been following his journal for a week or two now. Jeez, I feel like a stalker typing that, but he just stopped coming to class with no word. Come to find out the next week that he'd withdrawn for health reasons. He was skinny, but I didn' t know he was sick. Fucking HIPPA laws mean that if he is in a hospital here in the city, I couldn't even find him if he was a privacy patient.

He keeps posting, though most of his entries are locked and can't be read. Or are written to someone called Yukimura.

Argh. I need to go study, stop thinking about all of this, and then catch about half the game before work. Wang's on the mound against Tampa Bay tonight. My team's starting off shaky this year.]

Tue, 03 May 2005 22:11:06 GMT

There's a lot that can be learned by having a livejournal.

I should introduce myself, though I have no idea why. My name is Renji Yanagi. I'm 21 years old and a native New Yorker. My parents are ~~lunatics~~ actors and ~~in order to be rebellious~~ I'm studying to be an unqualified geek. Actuarial sciences and statistics, which means I have a life ahead of me filled with facts and figures and numbers. My parents wanted me to be an actor or at least something artistic, which is why I had a double major (and yeah, I took a lot of crap at both ends of the spectrum for majoring in drama and statistics). I think they're a little disappointed that only at most half of me is like them. Neither of them can even balance a checkbook. Now, I'm a grad student by day and a bartender by night. I love sports and my motorcycle.

Jeez, this sounds like a personal ad. More when I have time to figure out all the buttons on here.