9 posts tagged “amusing”
Today was not a good day. I took a cleansing bath (salt, sugar, and cinnamon in the water, also doused my scalp with Sea Breeze [a camphorated astringent, I like it for cleansing both skin and spirit]), and feel marginally better. Sleep will help with this feeling better process. Food also, possibly.
From July 4th:
Pre-show & Opening Acts:
Oh baby.
Beltane, aside from a couple of bad alcohol-induced moments of drama, was fantastic! We had a little one-on-one SCA-style sparring (I beat Josh, and then was soundly trounced by Ari who ended up being the champion of Beltane), then we danced the Maypole (Lady Hawk forgot to make the wreath for the top of the Maypole, so I didn't have to break my neck trying to reach the top of that damn thing! But the Maypole was beautiful). Then came some amaaaaaazing fajitas for dinner, then ritual (which was lovely, as always). Afterwards we lit off some good fireworks that Ari bought in Pennsylvania, we drank, and made merry!
Probably the funniest part of the night (and the inspiration for my subject line) was when Josh, in a completely drunken state, wandered off from the outdoor bar/kitchen area to take a piss. A couple of minutes later, we hear this *scream* and Josh comes hauling ASS back, talking about little men swinging from trees! He told us he was over "there" talking to a man (which freaked us out because the only other male awake at that point was standing in the kitchen with us being drunk), and he looked over and saw a little man swinging from a tree. We then realized that the "man" Josh was talking to was, in fact, a slender pine tree with a Greenman mask stuck to it.
The little man was, of course, a resin sculpture of a gnome on a swing in one of the trees (there are lots of gnomes around the Grove, if you look ;P). We laughed until we cried at poor Josh.
What lushes we are! I finally had to just part ways with good company at three o clock in the morning and go try to get some sleep. Because despite my late hours, I was still awoken by the early rays of the sun raping my eyes through the tent. Needless to say, there were lots of hangovers (myself not included).
Whoo, can't wait until next year!
I feel like I'm operating on a whole different level now. I bounded out of bed with so much ENERGY this morning--it was bizarre! The more I read of the Zhaun Falun, the stupider I feel regarding Buddhist and Taoist principles in the first place, haha. (Li Hongzhi references a lot of Buddhist and Taoist ideas in Zhaun Falun, because that's about the only thing to compare it to.)
I know the majority of my neighborhood's probably not interested, but I've got shit else to talk about, so there it is.
OH, NO, WAIT--Kristyn's got her shirt on backwards.
That is all.
Funny story...M was poking a little bit of fun at Lady Hawk today because Lady Hawk had to take about five inches off the inseam of her new jeans in order for them to not be exorbitantly long. Lady Hawk, smirking gleefully to herself, handed M a piece of paper with the following hex written on it:
"Bind you now
Mouth of smart
Taunt me not
Lest you should fart."
M laughed and showed it to me, I got a good chuckle from that. Luckily, M minded her mouth and didn't plague the rest of us with the result of Lady Hawk's work ;)
And I swear before the Lord, if the financial aid office doesn't hurry up processing my band, choir, and other scholarships, I am going to flip my shit. I have $200 left to my name at this moment.
Due to various and random reasons, my mother's side of the family (hereafter referred to simply as "the family", because my father didn't come into the equation this year) wanted to have Thanksgiving on Wednesday this year, because Thursday was apparently too lame for such a celebration. Thusly, Tuesday I drove up the road to hang out with my sister (sans boyfriend) at the house while madre got her hair did. Once the aforementioned hair was finally "did", we hit the road! Haley and I goofed off in the backseat until it was my turn to drive--I haven't goofed off with her in a long time. Me and my sister (sans boyfriend) are flippin' unstoppable!
Once we make it to the house through the Delta darkness, the usual hootinanny ensues--hey, hi, how-are-ya's etc. etc. At this point it's about 10 o clock at night, and we stay up for another two hours or so sitting around the kitchen table and shootin' the shit. Once everyone else goes to bed, my sister and I are still wide awake. At this point the artsy-bug has bitten me, so Haley and I take turns playing photographer/model:
Creepy...but then we just got goofy.
Get off the phone!!
We're so fly we make the birds look stupid.
Then a bunch of pictures taken outside the next day while the kitchen was bustling with food making...
Should I let her out?
I dunno, she does look kinda pitiful. (I like how she's repping Mississippi State in a cattle trailer though, lol!)
I got a little artsy fartsy on Thanksgiving as well, but the Vox photo uploader is being finicky and I don't feel like dealing with it anymore. Thusly and therefore, this post is ovar!
My Halloween was a flippin' hoot. I'm still exhausted from it! I'll let the pictures convey the greatness, with my words remaining sparse ;)
Pictures from choir--that first picture is me, with manly growth. Yarrrr.
Gaston the rugged manly pirate and Mordecai, the gangster satyr from Chicago! We're so damn good with makeup.
Note: the pictures are neighborhood-only, for obvious reason. More in a second post--time snuck up on me and I have to run out for choir!
Show us your favorite photo of yourself.
Today's zoology lecture was made bearable by Russ. "They lookin' like they need to go BACK to the Shire!" We're so mean.
TOMORROW!! ESPN will be broadcasting from THE JUNCTION!! We call it COWBELL YELL, so y'all better be on the lookout on your televisions to see how we get amped up here at Mississippi State! Whoo, damn right!
I need to ask if we can bring our cowbells in the back pockets of our summer uniform shorts. The SEC can take them away when they pry them from our cold, dead fingers.
Croom's gotta pull six wins outta somewhere this season to keep his job. MAYBE THAT'S INCENTIVE ENOUGH!! HOORAY FOR FALSE OPTIMISM!!
How do you pass the time during a flight? What do you bring in your carry-on?
Well, seeing as I haven't been on an airplane in 5 or 6 years, I can only hypothesize as to how I would pass the time. Upon boarding and take-off, I would appear calm and docile--or is it scared shitless? Anyway, after we've been in the air a while and I'm assured that we're not going to die, I would begin to bug those around me.
"Whatcha doin? Whatcha readin? Hey, hey hey, hey--look at this drawing, look look!" *pointpoint*
When my seatmate fails to amuse me any longer, I'll amuse myself by kicking the shit out of the seat in front of me, and then unsecuring the food tray to watch it bounce up and then down when I slap the underside of it as hard as I can.
Then I might engage in a little game of peek-a-boo with the person sitting behind me. And that game will never end. I will continue to engage them until I sense a change in altitude, and when we're 1,000 feet from the runway, I will finally drop off to sleep.
