You could have been born from the 'victory party' because the Soviet Union fell apart? Yeah, well, the leaders sighed for it to dissolve in December 1991, and America recognized the Kingdom of Georgia as a country New Year's day (1992). Okay, so you have just a little while where everyone's like, is this for real? and then the party happened. You know, the Cold War ended, therefore paaaaaar-tay. Okay, so I was born in October of that year. So a month of hmmm, maybe it's real maybe it's not... and then the celebration, and then nine months later I was born.
This is one of those awkward subjects I just don't want to ask about... but really, was I made because of Soviet Union falling? It's been bothering me awhile. Just one of those random quirks. Were you born out of love or victory sex for conquering a bunch of communists? Really curious, but at the same time not, because it really seems gross to know the circumstances of one's birth. To me, anyway.
What do you think? Should I ask?
Monday, January 31, 2011
Hunter
Okay, because I did an overview of what I know about a creep, now we're going to do one over um, someone who's a bit of a hero to me. His name is Hunter, he is a friend of my brother, and always has a knife on him if not more than one. He had one at the wedding. He offered to cut the rings off the pillow they were tied onto if the knot wouldn't come undone, but it did, so he didn't.
Hohoho, he always really scared me when I was a freshman, because Hunter is Hunter. (He also has a cousin a couple years younger that's named after him.) And as the story goes, Hunter eats babies. And we all believe it. All of us.
He had a mohawk when he was two.
And I was told, and still firmly believe: if Bre can't talk someone down and reason with them, Hunter can fix it. Bre was like, super mediator/ambassador person, and Hunter was kill kill kill. Don't get this wrong, he's not scary because he's full of rage, but because there's no doubt he could do stuff. He got his black belt for tae kwon doe for fighting for three hours with like, one short fifteen minute break, with some guys who already had their's, then going through every single move from the most basic to the most difficult he knew. It was on a Friday, and that Sunday he got his Eagle Scout award. He had a black eye, and I got hugged same as the rest of his friends. (nearly scared this kid to death) Still super proud of him for that.
Umm, what can we say about Hunter? Mm, he scared Becka too. Becka's my friend at church, along with the second Bre, and we're the artists. Yep, draw at church and drink tea and talk. Or play Egyptian slaprat and get bruised hands. (don't play it with the guys unless you want your hands to look like they've been run over. no mercy) But I guess being away from all his smart friends at college wore him down. Because when he came back to visit after being gone for a year, I freaked out. He's not scary anymore! So I ran over and told Becka, and she got freaked out too, and ran over with me to go say hi, and then we ran away saying he's not scary anymore!
So he went from someone who got a cow skull on his head and danced on a table in Reed's class (Hunter, get off that table, and get that cow skull off your head.), to being pretty mellow. He's still Hunter, still can kick but, but not scary which is good.
Story time!
One time, Bre, Chris, Hunter, and the short Andrew (not the pilot) went to the mall, and every time they go to the mall there are babies everywhere. So he was like Gaaaaah! And Bre was like: no Hunter, you can't eat them. Seriously, every mother in the state must have gotten a notice to be there that day, because there were so many babies.
Then, another time, Chris and Hunter went hunting with Hunter's father. Some other hunter downed an elk and took a portion and offered the rest to the boys. They took it happily, and Chris and Hunter got to twist and yank its head off. They were very proud. Elk is delicious.
Then, one time, on 'twin day', my brother and Hunter switched hoodies for the day. Because me and Chris are like, energy-sensitive, and apparently so is Hunter, Chris wanted to fight like crazy and snickered and stuff, and Hunter made innuendos throughout the day. To top it off, me and Chris were supposed to be twins that day too. We wore matches Jack Skeleton shirts. So technically, for that day, I was related to Hunter.
Then there was this one time where the guys (this is Chris, Hunter, and the short Andrew), were at school, and because it's what they do, they play fight like they're going to go after Andrew and beat him up, and some teacher freaked out because Chris had shoved Andrew against a wall to fake beat his face, and like, it took days for the teacher to really see that they weren't beating him into a pulp.
The one camp thing, the thing where the whole school goes? That. At that, first time/only time I went, I got a notepad and a pen because I was dying without being able to write, and a pair of spark rocks. What you do with the rocks, it hit them together, and they make a spark. The whole group was there out on the lawn, and Chris thought the rocks were the most amazing things ever. What to do with such amazing things? Light Andrew's hair on fire. No clue who suggested it, but Andrew leaned over to let him, and Chris sat there trying to set fire to his hair while everyone watched curiously. It's hard to light stuff on fire with those things. Well, Hunter turned around and pretended he wasn't doing anything after like two minutes, and I vaguely wondered why, because hey, you don't know when that's gonna light up. Mr Brunet had apparently been like, yelling really loudly at us, and he had to throw a foam cup at Chris to get him to look at him and stop trying to set Andrew's hair on fire. We didn't get in trouble, but Hunter got in even less-not-trouble because he had his back to us. He's more aware of his surroundings.
Currently he's learning about this's and whatnots, that I don't remember names of and don't pretend to recall, at college and in training to be a like some kind of super leader thing in military. (I don't mean any disrespect, I just don't know any of the terms or really anything detail-y about it.) I do know he went to like, Argentina or something in South America to study reptiles to help him design new army for the military though.
Last but not least, a story from one of his classes from the potato state, pretty sure he's going to a different college now though. (He had cows and potatoes to eat.) So I'll just give the dialogue.
Professor: Okay, what's the name of a featherless bird? -one person raises their hand quickly- Yes, you.
JoeSchmoe: A bat!
And this kiddo wasn't joking. He had to be told all why a bat, while featherless, is not a bird. Poor Hunter.
Oh yeah, and Hunter doesn't get drunk. His Scottish blood takes most of the alcohol, whatever it can't take the Irish blood can, and if by some ill act he drinks more than that, his Viking blood kicks in and sends him into a short bloodrage so he just roars once and it all gets burned off. Funny story....
Okay, one last story. Kay, so he and his father went somewhere in the mountains and I guess it was a party cause they drank. Well, his dad doesn't have his exact blood mixture, so he does get drunk, while Hunter doesn't. So Hunter was driving down those narrow narrow windy roads, at night, with a drunk sitting shotgun yelling FASTER FAAAAASTER FaaaAAAAhhhhhSTAAAA!!!!!! "Dad, I'm going 80! I can't go any faster!" Faaaaaassssttta!!!! They both made it home alive and well. Yep.
Themesongs he's picked: One Winged Angel/Sephiroth's theme, and the Numa Numa.
The one I pick? Dis.
Peace out.
Hohoho, he always really scared me when I was a freshman, because Hunter is Hunter. (He also has a cousin a couple years younger that's named after him.) And as the story goes, Hunter eats babies. And we all believe it. All of us.
He had a mohawk when he was two.
And I was told, and still firmly believe: if Bre can't talk someone down and reason with them, Hunter can fix it. Bre was like, super mediator/ambassador person, and Hunter was kill kill kill. Don't get this wrong, he's not scary because he's full of rage, but because there's no doubt he could do stuff. He got his black belt for tae kwon doe for fighting for three hours with like, one short fifteen minute break, with some guys who already had their's, then going through every single move from the most basic to the most difficult he knew. It was on a Friday, and that Sunday he got his Eagle Scout award. He had a black eye, and I got hugged same as the rest of his friends. (nearly scared this kid to death) Still super proud of him for that.
Umm, what can we say about Hunter? Mm, he scared Becka too. Becka's my friend at church, along with the second Bre, and we're the artists. Yep, draw at church and drink tea and talk. Or play Egyptian slaprat and get bruised hands. (don't play it with the guys unless you want your hands to look like they've been run over. no mercy) But I guess being away from all his smart friends at college wore him down. Because when he came back to visit after being gone for a year, I freaked out. He's not scary anymore! So I ran over and told Becka, and she got freaked out too, and ran over with me to go say hi, and then we ran away saying he's not scary anymore!
So he went from someone who got a cow skull on his head and danced on a table in Reed's class (Hunter, get off that table, and get that cow skull off your head.), to being pretty mellow. He's still Hunter, still can kick but, but not scary which is good.
Story time!
One time, Bre, Chris, Hunter, and the short Andrew (not the pilot) went to the mall, and every time they go to the mall there are babies everywhere. So he was like Gaaaaah! And Bre was like: no Hunter, you can't eat them. Seriously, every mother in the state must have gotten a notice to be there that day, because there were so many babies.
Then, another time, Chris and Hunter went hunting with Hunter's father. Some other hunter downed an elk and took a portion and offered the rest to the boys. They took it happily, and Chris and Hunter got to twist and yank its head off. They were very proud. Elk is delicious.
Then, one time, on 'twin day', my brother and Hunter switched hoodies for the day. Because me and Chris are like, energy-sensitive, and apparently so is Hunter, Chris wanted to fight like crazy and snickered and stuff, and Hunter made innuendos throughout the day. To top it off, me and Chris were supposed to be twins that day too. We wore matches Jack Skeleton shirts. So technically, for that day, I was related to Hunter.
Then there was this one time where the guys (this is Chris, Hunter, and the short Andrew), were at school, and because it's what they do, they play fight like they're going to go after Andrew and beat him up, and some teacher freaked out because Chris had shoved Andrew against a wall to fake beat his face, and like, it took days for the teacher to really see that they weren't beating him into a pulp.
The one camp thing, the thing where the whole school goes? That. At that, first time/only time I went, I got a notepad and a pen because I was dying without being able to write, and a pair of spark rocks. What you do with the rocks, it hit them together, and they make a spark. The whole group was there out on the lawn, and Chris thought the rocks were the most amazing things ever. What to do with such amazing things? Light Andrew's hair on fire. No clue who suggested it, but Andrew leaned over to let him, and Chris sat there trying to set fire to his hair while everyone watched curiously. It's hard to light stuff on fire with those things. Well, Hunter turned around and pretended he wasn't doing anything after like two minutes, and I vaguely wondered why, because hey, you don't know when that's gonna light up. Mr Brunet had apparently been like, yelling really loudly at us, and he had to throw a foam cup at Chris to get him to look at him and stop trying to set Andrew's hair on fire. We didn't get in trouble, but Hunter got in even less-not-trouble because he had his back to us. He's more aware of his surroundings.
Currently he's learning about this's and whatnots, that I don't remember names of and don't pretend to recall, at college and in training to be a like some kind of super leader thing in military. (I don't mean any disrespect, I just don't know any of the terms or really anything detail-y about it.) I do know he went to like, Argentina or something in South America to study reptiles to help him design new army for the military though.
Last but not least, a story from one of his classes from the potato state, pretty sure he's going to a different college now though. (He had cows and potatoes to eat.) So I'll just give the dialogue.
Professor: Okay, what's the name of a featherless bird? -one person raises their hand quickly- Yes, you.
JoeSchmoe: A bat!
And this kiddo wasn't joking. He had to be told all why a bat, while featherless, is not a bird. Poor Hunter.
Oh yeah, and Hunter doesn't get drunk. His Scottish blood takes most of the alcohol, whatever it can't take the Irish blood can, and if by some ill act he drinks more than that, his Viking blood kicks in and sends him into a short bloodrage so he just roars once and it all gets burned off. Funny story....
Okay, one last story. Kay, so he and his father went somewhere in the mountains and I guess it was a party cause they drank. Well, his dad doesn't have his exact blood mixture, so he does get drunk, while Hunter doesn't. So Hunter was driving down those narrow narrow windy roads, at night, with a drunk sitting shotgun yelling FASTER FAAAAASTER FaaaAAAAhhhhhSTAAAA!!!!!! "Dad, I'm going 80! I can't go any faster!" Faaaaaassssttta!!!! They both made it home alive and well. Yep.
Themesongs he's picked: One Winged Angel/Sephiroth's theme, and the Numa Numa.
The one I pick? Dis.
Peace out.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Gloria vs Britannia
That's the last name of the only guy I know in the army besides some random Russian-American guy off of Gaia. It's funny because his drill sergeant gets to yell that across a field if he so chooses to do so. (I do envy you in this regard my good sir.) And, this gent was at Wendy's for dinner too, because he lives in her house. So we're going to do a quick overview of Gloria, and note exactly while, though bearing a funny name, is not a friend.
When Rowan was a yearling, nearly two years ago (cause he's turning 3 in April! <3), one of my worst fears, was not that me and Rowan had no clue what to do with each other or me how to train him or teach him manners, nope, nothing as simple as that. (though it did come up a lot cause I knew as much as a um- pigeon, about horses). Nah, Gloria and her- er his... family were very involved with everyone's business and helping whereever they could squeeze in because they really like good attention. They were up mucking stalls where the baby was, and from experience of Gloria not being the brightest spider in the outhouse I was scared he would do something stupid that would get Rowan hurt. Like, jump on his back (untrained yearling) and try and get him to take him somewhere. Because he was my horse, and I was kinda(ish) 'friends' with his niece, that made it in the danger zone because he wouldn't target Rowan specifically otherwise; twenty other horses there that belonged to strangers and were trained and full grown. Told Randy (lady at the place Rowan lived) not to tell him/the family who Rowan belonged to, and it eventually blew over without a hitch. They moved on to whatever other project they had and left the horse place alone.
One time my bruder and G went to the mall to get someone a present. Ended in getting busted for shop-lifting. You know how I'm easily prone to suggestion, especially when it's a friend saying it? Yeah, Chris was about the same way. They found something at one store and Chris was like 'hmm, don't know if I want to get this. we might find something better later on'. So G said to just take it with them and if they found something better they'd come back put it back, or if that's what he wanted to get he could pay for it then since if they brought it with them, nobody else would buy it. That's what the people behind the counter are for though. You can give them stuff and ask them to hold onto it for you. The mall is not one giant store. So they walked out got busted, and my brother was let off with a warning without getting his record marked up because it was a first time offence. Still had to pay a fine, but better than time or a record. Okay, to explain, no, my brother was hardly ever taken shopping with us outside of the grocery store or to get him pants. We picked out his shirts/other things. Still not too sure why it didn't click with his brain until too late, but meh. I know G got dragged around by his sister and nieces and they love to shop. Why wouldn't he know? No clue.
Next!
Okay, moving on from whatever you may take as accidental or circumstantial or never happened to the very what the 'ell.
G was the one dating Bess or whatever her name was. I don't know the names of people I don't talk to. He started calling her his fiancée, without having had proposed to her. There was also the problem of Miss Bess being married at the time. Then there was the whole thing of the pastor not kicking them out when everyone knew what was happening and much drama ensued, ending with Bess and hubby getting back together and staying while G was pressured into, and eventually left, the church. To the victor goes the spoils. Same thing pretty much happened with Sam and Chris in a way. No, no adultery, but mum gossiped about her not liking her, turned the church against her and she had to leave. It got worked out, but still. Later/now the church/pastor's wife has decided to no longer like mom, so she's been using serious chemicals and candles all around the church and mostly the cafe where my mom works when pretty much everyone she talks to (including people in the ministry/everyone, because she talks to everyone) knows she has asthma really bad. I think she's getting kicked out now too. I'm not down with kid games or dumb shit like this. High school and middle school have supplied enough drama thank you.
Anywhoo, the third thing involves house Gloria's currently staying in. Yes. Wendy's house. I'm not good with putting time into practice, so while this happened months ago, I can't tell you which month, year, or day. If I was that curious at 11 at night, I'd wake someone up and ask. It was the same month this mutt moved in though. (the reason he's still there is because no one else will take him and he'd be on the street or something I figure) So this little British girl is about mm, I'm gonna say four years older than me. Kay, picture this, her younger brother (my age/18) and dad went umm, I think skiing, and her mom was working, so her and G were the only two in the house. There were both in their respective rooms when Brittany gets a text to the effect of: Hey I'm hard and I don't just want to do it by hand when there's someone in the other room that can take care of it for me. I don't know what she did to him, (beat him black and blue), but he has never given a hint to mess with her since.
Brittany/Britannia for the win. (I heard her called the second one at dinner, but I don't know if that's her full name or not. Awesome if it is.)
Note: this is an inappropriate, repetitive song that may or may not make you laugh. (Stomp em in the nuts.)
Yep, that's about it duckies. This is why Gloria is not a friend, and other people kick but.
Annnnnnnd sidenote. Insitead of pigeon, I was going to say 'knew as much as a tart', but then I realized I didn't know what a tart was. So I googled it, and low and behold, it was a prostitute. Pigeon was quickly substituted. Well, I looked back and scanned through the definition because sometimes words have a second meaning that's completely off the wall and was exactly what you were going for. What's random in the definition? It's a synonym for Cyprian, and then both the USA and UK are mentioned randomly without being connected at all in their respective definitions. I bet it was written by a frenchie. (and bwa, blogspot doesn't recognize frenchie as a word, and if you right click, instead of capitalizing it like I thought it might, it instead gave these suggestions; Frenchmen, Frenchman, Frenchwomen, Frenchwoman. I'm not changing it now)
Really. The USA and UK mention in the thesaurus is legit.
When Rowan was a yearling, nearly two years ago (cause he's turning 3 in April! <3), one of my worst fears, was not that me and Rowan had no clue what to do with each other or me how to train him or teach him manners, nope, nothing as simple as that. (though it did come up a lot cause I knew as much as a um- pigeon, about horses). Nah, Gloria and her- er his... family were very involved with everyone's business and helping whereever they could squeeze in because they really like good attention. They were up mucking stalls where the baby was, and from experience of Gloria not being the brightest spider in the outhouse I was scared he would do something stupid that would get Rowan hurt. Like, jump on his back (untrained yearling) and try and get him to take him somewhere. Because he was my horse, and I was kinda(ish) 'friends' with his niece, that made it in the danger zone because he wouldn't target Rowan specifically otherwise; twenty other horses there that belonged to strangers and were trained and full grown. Told Randy (lady at the place Rowan lived) not to tell him/the family who Rowan belonged to, and it eventually blew over without a hitch. They moved on to whatever other project they had and left the horse place alone.
One time my bruder and G went to the mall to get someone a present. Ended in getting busted for shop-lifting. You know how I'm easily prone to suggestion, especially when it's a friend saying it? Yeah, Chris was about the same way. They found something at one store and Chris was like 'hmm, don't know if I want to get this. we might find something better later on'. So G said to just take it with them and if they found something better they'd come back put it back, or if that's what he wanted to get he could pay for it then since if they brought it with them, nobody else would buy it. That's what the people behind the counter are for though. You can give them stuff and ask them to hold onto it for you. The mall is not one giant store. So they walked out got busted, and my brother was let off with a warning without getting his record marked up because it was a first time offence. Still had to pay a fine, but better than time or a record. Okay, to explain, no, my brother was hardly ever taken shopping with us outside of the grocery store or to get him pants. We picked out his shirts/other things. Still not too sure why it didn't click with his brain until too late, but meh. I know G got dragged around by his sister and nieces and they love to shop. Why wouldn't he know? No clue.
Next!
Okay, moving on from whatever you may take as accidental or circumstantial or never happened to the very what the 'ell.
G was the one dating Bess or whatever her name was. I don't know the names of people I don't talk to. He started calling her his fiancée, without having had proposed to her. There was also the problem of Miss Bess being married at the time. Then there was the whole thing of the pastor not kicking them out when everyone knew what was happening and much drama ensued, ending with Bess and hubby getting back together and staying while G was pressured into, and eventually left, the church. To the victor goes the spoils. Same thing pretty much happened with Sam and Chris in a way. No, no adultery, but mum gossiped about her not liking her, turned the church against her and she had to leave. It got worked out, but still. Later/now the church/pastor's wife has decided to no longer like mom, so she's been using serious chemicals and candles all around the church and mostly the cafe where my mom works when pretty much everyone she talks to (including people in the ministry/everyone, because she talks to everyone) knows she has asthma really bad. I think she's getting kicked out now too. I'm not down with kid games or dumb shit like this. High school and middle school have supplied enough drama thank you.
Anywhoo, the third thing involves house Gloria's currently staying in. Yes. Wendy's house. I'm not good with putting time into practice, so while this happened months ago, I can't tell you which month, year, or day. If I was that curious at 11 at night, I'd wake someone up and ask. It was the same month this mutt moved in though. (the reason he's still there is because no one else will take him and he'd be on the street or something I figure) So this little British girl is about mm, I'm gonna say four years older than me. Kay, picture this, her younger brother (my age/18) and dad went umm, I think skiing, and her mom was working, so her and G were the only two in the house. There were both in their respective rooms when Brittany gets a text to the effect of: Hey I'm hard and I don't just want to do it by hand when there's someone in the other room that can take care of it for me. I don't know what she did to him, (beat him black and blue), but he has never given a hint to mess with her since.
Brittany/Britannia for the win. (I heard her called the second one at dinner, but I don't know if that's her full name or not. Awesome if it is.)
Note: this is an inappropriate, repetitive song that may or may not make you laugh. (Stomp em in the nuts.)
Yep, that's about it duckies. This is why Gloria is not a friend, and other people kick but.
Annnnnnnd sidenote. Insitead of pigeon, I was going to say 'knew as much as a tart', but then I realized I didn't know what a tart was. So I googled it, and low and behold, it was a prostitute. Pigeon was quickly substituted. Well, I looked back and scanned through the definition because sometimes words have a second meaning that's completely off the wall and was exactly what you were going for. What's random in the definition? It's a synonym for Cyprian, and then both the USA and UK are mentioned randomly without being connected at all in their respective definitions. I bet it was written by a frenchie. (and bwa, blogspot doesn't recognize frenchie as a word, and if you right click, instead of capitalizing it like I thought it might, it instead gave these suggestions; Frenchmen, Frenchman, Frenchwomen, Frenchwoman. I'm not changing it now)
Really. The USA and UK mention in the thesaurus is legit.
Hey dawg
How 'bout I get my socks an shoes on, and we'll jet out of 'ere like a couple a foxes chased by another dawg.
Yeah, I woke up at like, 10:30 this morning, because I got home at 10:30 and then stayed up until a bit past midnight looking for a German name, and as soon as I got up I was like, let's go. Spike looked at me with that one hopeful/not doing anything look in the eyes dogs can get, and went over and laid on the couch. (note, I did not say the word 'walk' to him, I asked if he wanted to get out of here.) When he laid down, I just said nah, and raised my hand (his sign for 'get up'), and he jumped up and I grabbed my socks and shoes, and we were out.
Pretty awesome too. By the by, yesterday was long, but fantastic. Anyway, Mrs/Miss/don't know H. German teacher lady now teaching meh German, said I should pick a German name for the lessons. Same thing happened in French. What's with the picking of foreign names? Eh, never really used them in French, but whatever. I was all 'kay!' and so I decided to pick one as soon as I got home. Well, I'm kinda a picky person, but I'm also indecisive because more than one thing will appeal to me and so I've been getting second opinions to help with that.
On the walk today, which rah rah, involved jogging and running at points because me and Spike were happy to be out, I had narrowed it down to two names yesterday and still thinking them over. So, I decided to ask random people who just pulled into their driveway and got home, which one sounded better. But just asking what name is prettier can sound weird, and get weird looks of 'what, you having a baby or something?' so I avoided that by asking what sounded like a better name for a dog. Pffff. XD Elda or Winifred.
AND! The husband didn't respond, but the lady was like, oh, are you getting a new dog? and I was like... maybe~ (no). And she was like; 'well, she looks more like an Elda to me'. -was looking at Spike when she said this- So I was like kewl, k thanks, nodded and left.
So I guess I'm picking Elda.
Moral of the story? I talk to strangers. I have a cat on my lap. She is the crazy/nice one.
Name meanings of the two.
Winifred: friend of peace.
Elda: she who battles, comrade in arms, or warrior. It's out of old German and is related to the name Hilda and Hildegard. But guess where it's more common a name? That's right, Italy. This is an Italian name of Germanic origin. It's still used in Germany, just not as frequently as Italy. Haha, fun.
(P.S. K, if the ASVAB was the last test we did, the thing in the carpeted room, I got an 89 on it.)
Yeah, I woke up at like, 10:30 this morning, because I got home at 10:30 and then stayed up until a bit past midnight looking for a German name, and as soon as I got up I was like, let's go. Spike looked at me with that one hopeful/not doing anything look in the eyes dogs can get, and went over and laid on the couch. (note, I did not say the word 'walk' to him, I asked if he wanted to get out of here.) When he laid down, I just said nah, and raised my hand (his sign for 'get up'), and he jumped up and I grabbed my socks and shoes, and we were out.
Pretty awesome too. By the by, yesterday was long, but fantastic. Anyway, Mrs/Miss/don't know H. German teacher lady now teaching meh German, said I should pick a German name for the lessons. Same thing happened in French. What's with the picking of foreign names? Eh, never really used them in French, but whatever. I was all 'kay!' and so I decided to pick one as soon as I got home. Well, I'm kinda a picky person, but I'm also indecisive because more than one thing will appeal to me and so I've been getting second opinions to help with that.
On the walk today, which rah rah, involved jogging and running at points because me and Spike were happy to be out, I had narrowed it down to two names yesterday and still thinking them over. So, I decided to ask random people who just pulled into their driveway and got home, which one sounded better. But just asking what name is prettier can sound weird, and get weird looks of 'what, you having a baby or something?' so I avoided that by asking what sounded like a better name for a dog. Pffff. XD Elda or Winifred.
AND! The husband didn't respond, but the lady was like, oh, are you getting a new dog? and I was like... maybe~ (no). And she was like; 'well, she looks more like an Elda to me'. -was looking at Spike when she said this- So I was like kewl, k thanks, nodded and left.
So I guess I'm picking Elda.
Moral of the story? I talk to strangers. I have a cat on my lap. She is the crazy/nice one.
Name meanings of the two.
Winifred: friend of peace.
Elda: she who battles, comrade in arms, or warrior. It's out of old German and is related to the name Hilda and Hildegard. But guess where it's more common a name? That's right, Italy. This is an Italian name of Germanic origin. It's still used in Germany, just not as frequently as Italy. Haha, fun.
(P.S. K, if the ASVAB was the last test we did, the thing in the carpeted room, I got an 89 on it.)
Saturday, January 29, 2011
The longest day of the year
You'd never guess what I'm doing right now. At all. That's right folks, I'm cleaning my room. I'm like, halfway done with it. Which isn't actually that far because it was really bad when I started. Why am I doing this you ask? .... my friend's mom offered to help me clean it. Really, thank you so much for caring enough about me to offer that, but I do have some pride. ... a little bit anyway. Not enough to do much with, but I'm getting there. Taking a blog break. Mmm, I should make coffee. Not now, but in the morning. I'm going to get up at like six to go out and see Rowan, then I'm headed over to K's to get info from Chris on college and possibly get scolded for not having great grades (never happened before, no clue how it's going to go down), and then I am running over to a library to start formal German classes, and after that, I'm going to go over to Wendy's house for dinner. (She's a Brit, not the ginger off of the hamburger place.) So yeah, lot's of stuff going on tomorrow. Hopefully it'll be fun and I won't die.
Oh, and I went to see Rowan today after like a week from being away from sickness and bleh. He totally tried to rear, and by rear, I mean turn and face me, and pick his front feet up in challenge and warning to make the motion of 'I am going to attack you, back off'. This is us trying to walk down to the big round pen to turn him loose and let him run this face off. He's really a nice kid, just has dominance issues and enough energy to fuel a small fighter plane wound up inside him. We did make it down to the pen without either of us being injured, I kept a good hold of him and it involved a lot of dancing around and backing him up and him shoving me and me pushing him back, and he ran like a horse out of one of those stories where they like run for hours and they're fine. He didn't run for hours, but he bolted off and ran a bit, but then came back to me (was on the other side of the fence) and pretty much asked me to move him because he was just going to be bored if I just let him wander around cause he didn't feel like playing. I went in and worked him. At the end we walked around and he led pretty well, still getting him out of the habit of biting (Or trying to, since when he tries it with my mom she just laughs, and then he turns around and goes for me again. >.< I keep trying to tell her not to laugh it off and not to let him nip at her, but it hasn't gotten through yet.). He's bored though. I seriously gotta get my truck cleaned off and put together as soon as I have my permit so I can drive up and see him myself anytime. The most I can get out there now is like, once every three days at the most, and random weekends maybe because of all the schedule stuff. It's lame, and so not good for a two year old. He'll be three in April. If he didn't act so much like I did when I was a kiddo, I'd be totally lost on how to read him, and it'd be dangerous for both of us to be out with him like that. We're going to work through it and we'll be fine.
Tomorrow's going to be a long day, let's make it a good one.
~San
Oh, and I went to see Rowan today after like a week from being away from sickness and bleh. He totally tried to rear, and by rear, I mean turn and face me, and pick his front feet up in challenge and warning to make the motion of 'I am going to attack you, back off'. This is us trying to walk down to the big round pen to turn him loose and let him run this face off. He's really a nice kid, just has dominance issues and enough energy to fuel a small fighter plane wound up inside him. We did make it down to the pen without either of us being injured, I kept a good hold of him and it involved a lot of dancing around and backing him up and him shoving me and me pushing him back, and he ran like a horse out of one of those stories where they like run for hours and they're fine. He didn't run for hours, but he bolted off and ran a bit, but then came back to me (was on the other side of the fence) and pretty much asked me to move him because he was just going to be bored if I just let him wander around cause he didn't feel like playing. I went in and worked him. At the end we walked around and he led pretty well, still getting him out of the habit of biting (Or trying to, since when he tries it with my mom she just laughs, and then he turns around and goes for me again. >.< I keep trying to tell her not to laugh it off and not to let him nip at her, but it hasn't gotten through yet.). He's bored though. I seriously gotta get my truck cleaned off and put together as soon as I have my permit so I can drive up and see him myself anytime. The most I can get out there now is like, once every three days at the most, and random weekends maybe because of all the schedule stuff. It's lame, and so not good for a two year old. He'll be three in April. If he didn't act so much like I did when I was a kiddo, I'd be totally lost on how to read him, and it'd be dangerous for both of us to be out with him like that. We're going to work through it and we'll be fine.
Tomorrow's going to be a long day, let's make it a good one.
~San
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
General Winter
He's this crazy scary guy out of Russia who's the personification of Russia's winter season. Winter is seen as both Russia's greatest ally and worst enemy during war. Not so much a love-hate relationship as hate-tolerate.
This dude wasn't even thought of in Russia either. The above picture is from a 1916 French magazine. Yeah, France made up this dude. Now he's been kinda reborn into Hetalia as a meatbag who attacks Russia every year.
Now, you'll never guess who I found on People of Walmart, shopping in Illinois!
Why, none other than fem Canada drinking maple syrup! .... seriously Mattie, in public?
Oh yeah, and I also found General Winter. But he was in Arkansas.
Have a good night folks.
PS, technically, it is winter. Which means that right now, Winter and Ivan are duking it out somewhere. Just saying...
Why, none other than fem Canada drinking maple syrup! .... seriously Mattie, in public?
Oh yeah, and I also found General Winter. But he was in Arkansas.
Have a good night folks.
PS, technically, it is winter. Which means that right now, Winter and Ivan are duking it out somewhere. Just saying...
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Still sick
But I found some cool stuff.
Like a world map.
Multilanguage Disney songs.
And a quick overview of the Seven Years War, Hetalia style.
I may or may not being in school tomorrow. I am a very very bored brunette right now. -.-
Like a world map.
I may or may not being in school tomorrow. I am a very very bored brunette right now. -.-
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Randomly sick
I went home early during 7th hour today. Had a really bad sinus headache from being around pigeons that turned into had turned into a light cold, then Scotty brought out this nifty little, I wanna say it was either brass or copper, bowl that made a high pitched sound when you ran a wooden um, thingy around it. It's pretty awesome when you don't have a headache, I know I love the sound then because it sounds almost like a bell and I love bells, but today it pretty much finished off the headache and I had to walk out of class.
Called my mom to come bring me some aspirin or something else that would help, but when I went back to class I turned right back around and headed back to the office. The cool little bowl thing was still being used. -.- So I ended up sitting in the infirmary with my friend Emily chilling on the bed, because she was sick too, until my mom came and had to take me home because the headache was doing the whole light and sound sensitive thing and it wasn't going away.
I have a fever right now, and the light from even this computer is hurting my eyes. This is very lame.
Wanna know how I got sick? I was around pigeons yesterday. I'm allergic to pigeons. Hurray.
In other news, my cats have been mad each other today possibly. I never know what's going on with them when I hear about it second hand. It just looks like they're playing. competitively.
Ciao.
Called my mom to come bring me some aspirin or something else that would help, but when I went back to class I turned right back around and headed back to the office. The cool little bowl thing was still being used. -.- So I ended up sitting in the infirmary with my friend Emily chilling on the bed, because she was sick too, until my mom came and had to take me home because the headache was doing the whole light and sound sensitive thing and it wasn't going away.
I have a fever right now, and the light from even this computer is hurting my eyes. This is very lame.
Wanna know how I got sick? I was around pigeons yesterday. I'm allergic to pigeons. Hurray.
In other news, my cats have been mad each other today possibly. I never know what's going on with them when I hear about it second hand. It just looks like they're playing. competitively.
Ciao.
Monday, January 17, 2011
The Play
I just had a freakishly scary/possibly cool?/scarrrrry idea for the Diary of Anne Frank play. Okay, what our original idea for drama club was, pretty much all the members wanted to do something cute. Something Disney. Something that does not have any moral background other than the good guy wins and the worst word said might be something like 'fart'. But NO, this woman went ahead, and picked the HOLOCAUST. Well, okay then, here's my idea. If we get more people than just me and K to be the Nazis, we can get the guys to collect the tickets at the door in full uniform, saying papiere. It's papers in German. Helen, that awesome Norwegian lady I know, still knows this word after so long, because she lived in Nazi-occupied Norway. So Miss D, if you want scary stuff, that's gonna be in there somewhere.
Long live the Queen! (Yes, of England, who else has a queen anymore that we say that about?)
Long live the Queen! (Yes, of England, who else has a queen anymore that we say that about?)
Ritual scarring for beauty
It was in the paper today. Mostly one of the 'most warlike' tribes in some valley in Ethiopia. So the first thing out of my jolly ol' mum's mouth was 'aren't they such freaks?' And the first thing out of my mouth was; 'eh, not really. guys used to do the same thing in old Germany, only mostly they tried to get it on their face. It was like the height of masculinity, so if your guy had one at the time-woof.' I said it like I was all into it too. And she just looked at me funny and couldn't say anything.
Now to see what all the rage is/was about.
It's kinda cool in it's own way. I'm not one for body art, but yeah, culturally speaking, this is it in some of those tribes.
Now, onto the thing about the facial scarring for 'old Germany' as I called it. I wasn't even talking about Germania, I was talking, like, fifty years ago.
Link for lazy, because I don't want to retype this.
This dude is wearing a Prussian military uniform. I'd believe it if I could, but it doesn't really look like it's been colored(I could be wrong), so I'm gonna say he's probably from some movie. They didn't have colored pictures around Prussia's time.
I remembered this off the top of my head from when I learned it in the 7th grade. Had an awesome history teacher named Mr Mew. He's the one who originally taught me everything about the world wars. AND, he was also German, and taught German for 1 semester. Now he works at some university instead of our punk, nasty smelling middle school. This is why German was the first language I ever started learning outside of English. I know less of it than French because of our school system, but yeah, when I learn German, I'm gonna track this man down and thank him for teaching me way back when, and show him the notebook I took, because I still have that thing. (Took some spectacular notes back then, I really did.)
Anyway, yeah, Mr Mew was also the guy who got to tell a bunch of twelve year old girls about the scarring thing for faces. And that if we were alive back then, we'd have thought it was hot too. (He used different, more gentile words, but yeah.) Know what? Yes, if I lived fifty years ago in Germany, I probably would have found that very very attractive. Haha.
~Ciao XD
Now to see what all the rage is/was about.
Now, onto the thing about the facial scarring for 'old Germany' as I called it. I wasn't even talking about Germania, I was talking, like, fifty years ago.
Link for lazy, because I don't want to retype this.
This dude is wearing a Prussian military uniform. I'd believe it if I could, but it doesn't really look like it's been colored(I could be wrong), so I'm gonna say he's probably from some movie. They didn't have colored pictures around Prussia's time.
I remembered this off the top of my head from when I learned it in the 7th grade. Had an awesome history teacher named Mr Mew. He's the one who originally taught me everything about the world wars. AND, he was also German, and taught German for 1 semester. Now he works at some university instead of our punk, nasty smelling middle school. This is why German was the first language I ever started learning outside of English. I know less of it than French because of our school system, but yeah, when I learn German, I'm gonna track this man down and thank him for teaching me way back when, and show him the notebook I took, because I still have that thing. (Took some spectacular notes back then, I really did.)
Anyway, yeah, Mr Mew was also the guy who got to tell a bunch of twelve year old girls about the scarring thing for faces. And that if we were alive back then, we'd have thought it was hot too. (He used different, more gentile words, but yeah.) Know what? Yes, if I lived fifty years ago in Germany, I probably would have found that very very attractive. Haha.
~Ciao XD
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Fun Dream?
I had a dream where I was in a forest, and there were two brown horses.
Kinda like this. It was all dark, and their legs were cut up kinda, and my cats were there too. My brain said, to put a cat on the first one's back so it wouldn't get left behind and then I could lead them away. That didn't work, cause the horse was in pretty bad shape and its legs buckled under the weight of the cat. So what my next decision was, to pick up the horse. I picked it up and its front legs were over my left shoulder and I was just holding it in my left arm. Then I went over and picked up the other horse with my right, and somehow I got both the cats in between them like right by my collarbone.
That was pretty much the whole dream. The horses didn't weigh much at all to me, so like, maybe it's a sign I'm going to be as strong as America one day! Or that I should stop eating tuna.... But I don't want to get all strong from global warning or something, cause it's making Ice's puffins' food not happy, and puffins need that to eat so they can live and have a bunch of super cute babies. Also, my sister would probably get sick too. We don't really talk about her, and she doesn't tell you when she's sick a lot. She's the Arctic Sea, and my awesome twin. We're both pretty comfortable when it's cold, and I don't think it warming up would be good. I'll go to other countries to visit if I want to hang out where it's warm.
PS, I really love tuna.
Kinda like this. It was all dark, and their legs were cut up kinda, and my cats were there too. My brain said, to put a cat on the first one's back so it wouldn't get left behind and then I could lead them away. That didn't work, cause the horse was in pretty bad shape and its legs buckled under the weight of the cat. So what my next decision was, to pick up the horse. I picked it up and its front legs were over my left shoulder and I was just holding it in my left arm. Then I went over and picked up the other horse with my right, and somehow I got both the cats in between them like right by my collarbone.
That was pretty much the whole dream. The horses didn't weigh much at all to me, so like, maybe it's a sign I'm going to be as strong as America one day! Or that I should stop eating tuna.... But I don't want to get all strong from global warning or something, cause it's making Ice's puffins' food not happy, and puffins need that to eat so they can live and have a bunch of super cute babies. Also, my sister would probably get sick too. We don't really talk about her, and she doesn't tell you when she's sick a lot. She's the Arctic Sea, and my awesome twin. We're both pretty comfortable when it's cold, and I don't think it warming up would be good. I'll go to other countries to visit if I want to hang out where it's warm.
PS, I really love tuna.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
In other news...
I think I must have killed about twenty gnats tonight. Dying poinsettias attract the bloody things. I think they eat them. Oh yeah, I'm also going to be a nazi for the play Diary of Anne Frank. Back to the gnats, because they're annoying. Evil evil critters. I want them dead and out of my house. I like poinsettias though, so I'm trying to save the one they're eating. I picked out the most gorgeous flowers this year, and made the mistake of letting my mom 'take care of them'. She kills anything that isn't hardy and impervious to cats. (If the cats decide to eat them, she'll ignore it, or only reprimand them the first time.)
I had gotten four on sale, cause Low's was awesome during Black Friday and selling them for like a dollar each. <3 And right now I have one left that I'm trying to bring back from the edge of death. It has no leaves, like, two petals, and it's just not a happy duck. Hopefully I can get it to live. If not, I'll use it's dirt for something else I 'spose.
I had gotten four on sale, cause Low's was awesome during Black Friday and selling them for like a dollar each. <3 And right now I have one left that I'm trying to bring back from the edge of death. It has no leaves, like, two petals, and it's just not a happy duck. Hopefully I can get it to live. If not, I'll use it's dirt for something else I 'spose.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
can't remember
Oh yeah. Yes I do. Anyway, got reminded of what happened in French class. There were four of us to one book, and I have a difficult time understanding what's going on while trying to read another language upside down. So to my mind, what I got was that we were doing number four, and that you had to write the statement in the negative, not with the l'imparfait, but by explaining why it was false.
Basically I was making it a whole lot harder than it should have been, because she said the words 'parce-que' sometime during lecture, and that's what got me off on that track because I was listening to her saying 'because' in French. I can't remember the exact wording, but one question was to the effect of 'Why didn't Claire and Silvia go jogging?' To which I replied 'Parce-que Claire est mort et Sylvia est une lampe.' Because Claire is dead, and Silvia is a lamp. That's about the time Ms P. caught on that I wasn't writing the right thing, and had me turn over the page to start over. I like French class. XD
It's also been brought up, who exactly do I consider 'important people'. That's kinda who I can trust and who I go to for advice, and friends.
Kaitlyn, you're there as a friend and any questions I have about life. You pretty much always know exactly what's wrong with me no matter how little information I give you. If we both don't know something, chances are if it's interesting enough to find out, you're the one that's going to do it because I'll forget or get distracted.
Dani, is a great friend too. I think I could probably ask her to teach me how to fight. She's good at guy-advice, and I have suddenly been added to the contract she and Dori have made so they have to meet any guy I like before I'm allowed to go out with him. (That'd have been real helpful with Robert, guys.)
Becka, is my artist friend, and somehow we're both crazy dreamers. Our made up worlds coincided somewhere along the lines, and we were doing are utmost to get her half-brother noble elf guy together with my almost not quite albino twin sister. Yes, they did get along pretty well, if you wanted to know.
Josh (yes the only guy at the table), is pretty much the only friend I have who's a guy. He also falls into the random catagory of random people who have litterally come up to me and said 'You know, you're my oldest friend'. Not like age-wise oldest, but current one they've known the longest who hasn't ditched them. Creepy, right? I met this kiddo in the seventh grade in German class (it was taught for one semester by a history teacher named Mr Mew; most bad ass teacher since Mr Downing.), and we didn't have a great first impression. I'm only going into this because he's the only one out of the group I actually remember meeting and most everyone else says I introduced them to the rest of the group, and I have no clue. So, I was totally sick that day. I think I was out of sick days or my mom was just not feeling like I was sick enough to stay home, so I was at school. It was the end of the day, I was sick, and Mr Mew announced we had a new kid coming into German class today. He sat this tiny tiny short guy(he was super tiny in middle school) right behind me, because I was a 'good' student. So I could share my notes with him since he started late. I handed him my notebook, he said thank you, I ignored him. He tried to talk to me after school a couple times, and I was polite, I think... Not exactly the most friendly creature, but polite. I think it was only the start of high school that we really started being friends. Weird huh?
And I have one adult I would go to if I really needed help from one. Nope, it's not the lady across the street, any of the women I consider like a grandma, or even my own mother (hehe, there's a joke in mentioning the last one if any of my beautiful readers have ever met her). No, none of them. It is in fact, Kay's mom. Chris. Yep. You're the first person in the parent of a friend category I've ever called by first name other than Erin's mom who insisted on being called Ellen for some strange reason. She was very informal. So yes, if I think someone's doing drugs, or I just found out about an international black market ring shipping Canadian cornflowers to Tennessee for the flower festival that may or may not be happening in August, I would totally tell you. (nevermind, it's a lawn and garden show and it happens in March) But unfortunately, I don't know anything like that. I even had to google it just to see if there was a flower festival going on that month because I was curious.
Peace out yo. (bwahahaha)
~San of York
Basically I was making it a whole lot harder than it should have been, because she said the words 'parce-que' sometime during lecture, and that's what got me off on that track because I was listening to her saying 'because' in French. I can't remember the exact wording, but one question was to the effect of 'Why didn't Claire and Silvia go jogging?' To which I replied 'Parce-que Claire est mort et Sylvia est une lampe.' Because Claire is dead, and Silvia is a lamp. That's about the time Ms P. caught on that I wasn't writing the right thing, and had me turn over the page to start over. I like French class. XD
It's also been brought up, who exactly do I consider 'important people'. That's kinda who I can trust and who I go to for advice, and friends.
Kaitlyn, you're there as a friend and any questions I have about life. You pretty much always know exactly what's wrong with me no matter how little information I give you. If we both don't know something, chances are if it's interesting enough to find out, you're the one that's going to do it because I'll forget or get distracted.
Dani, is a great friend too. I think I could probably ask her to teach me how to fight. She's good at guy-advice, and I have suddenly been added to the contract she and Dori have made so they have to meet any guy I like before I'm allowed to go out with him. (That'd have been real helpful with Robert, guys.)
Becka, is my artist friend, and somehow we're both crazy dreamers. Our made up worlds coincided somewhere along the lines, and we were doing are utmost to get her half-brother noble elf guy together with my almost not quite albino twin sister. Yes, they did get along pretty well, if you wanted to know.
Josh (yes the only guy at the table), is pretty much the only friend I have who's a guy. He also falls into the random catagory of random people who have litterally come up to me and said 'You know, you're my oldest friend'. Not like age-wise oldest, but current one they've known the longest who hasn't ditched them. Creepy, right? I met this kiddo in the seventh grade in German class (it was taught for one semester by a history teacher named Mr Mew; most bad ass teacher since Mr Downing.), and we didn't have a great first impression. I'm only going into this because he's the only one out of the group I actually remember meeting and most everyone else says I introduced them to the rest of the group, and I have no clue. So, I was totally sick that day. I think I was out of sick days or my mom was just not feeling like I was sick enough to stay home, so I was at school. It was the end of the day, I was sick, and Mr Mew announced we had a new kid coming into German class today. He sat this tiny tiny short guy(he was super tiny in middle school) right behind me, because I was a 'good' student. So I could share my notes with him since he started late. I handed him my notebook, he said thank you, I ignored him. He tried to talk to me after school a couple times, and I was polite, I think... Not exactly the most friendly creature, but polite. I think it was only the start of high school that we really started being friends. Weird huh?
And I have one adult I would go to if I really needed help from one. Nope, it's not the lady across the street, any of the women I consider like a grandma, or even my own mother (hehe, there's a joke in mentioning the last one if any of my beautiful readers have ever met her). No, none of them. It is in fact, Kay's mom. Chris. Yep. You're the first person in the parent of a friend category I've ever called by first name other than Erin's mom who insisted on being called Ellen for some strange reason. She was very informal. So yes, if I think someone's doing drugs, or I just found out about an international black market ring shipping Canadian cornflowers to Tennessee for the flower festival that may or may not be happening in August, I would totally tell you. (nevermind, it's a lawn and garden show and it happens in March) But unfortunately, I don't know anything like that. I even had to google it just to see if there was a flower festival going on that month because I was curious.
Peace out yo. (bwahahaha)
~San of York
Saturday, January 8, 2011
The answer is nyet, nein, et non
So I was trying to get advice on what to do about a guy, and whether or not I should do anything. Cause, yes I like him, but he's also the guy my mom was trying to drag me fist over tail to. Hmmm, well, the mother of a friend agreed I should probably be wary, after having met my mom and having found what she was... um, like. Yes.
SO, I asked our local Irish gal, we'll call her Vert-fae (green fairy XD), and she said she had to meet him before she drew a conclusion. O-kay. Well, she also demanded a picture. I don't take pictures of people. I really don't. Never have. I didn't have a picture of him, and I wasn't about to just go and take a picture for everyone, including my mutter, to see. Of course there's a great way to get around this now. It's called the internet. So I went to Facebook. His profile is private so only him and friends can see it, and, cause I'm never on Facebook, I haven't added that many people, like at all. Soooooo, yar. Funny story though, his status, is kinda saying... he's going out with my best friend from church. There were three of us hanging out, all artists, we drew a ton, and um, one was too young, I left, so it came down to her I guess.
I'm not devastated, but this is going to be a fun one to explain to the Irish one.
..... I'm gonna learn some more Russian, find out what my cat's doing, and take my dog for a walk.
(Whew! I am so glad I read that before I possibly caused more drama. Drama is Lame.)
Thanks for listening, er, reading. Have a taco.
SO, I asked our local Irish gal, we'll call her Vert-fae (green fairy XD), and she said she had to meet him before she drew a conclusion. O-kay. Well, she also demanded a picture. I don't take pictures of people. I really don't. Never have. I didn't have a picture of him, and I wasn't about to just go and take a picture for everyone, including my mutter, to see. Of course there's a great way to get around this now. It's called the internet. So I went to Facebook. His profile is private so only him and friends can see it, and, cause I'm never on Facebook, I haven't added that many people, like at all. Soooooo, yar. Funny story though, his status, is kinda saying... he's going out with my best friend from church. There were three of us hanging out, all artists, we drew a ton, and um, one was too young, I left, so it came down to her I guess.
I'm not devastated, but this is going to be a fun one to explain to the Irish one.
..... I'm gonna learn some more Russian, find out what my cat's doing, and take my dog for a walk.
(Whew! I am so glad I read that before I possibly caused more drama. Drama is Lame.)
Thanks for listening, er, reading. Have a taco.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
...you did what?
I hit my head on a lamp. It was already broken from being knocked over by a cat, and my head kinda had some not shards, but even tinier pieces come off.
Then um, kinda was reminded of a weird looking device I found in my brother's old bathroom/the main shared one. When I was reminded of it, there were tears and crying going on, and I couldn't very well interupt it by saying that it reminded me of this weird looking do-hicky.... but you know I did. I tried to stay quiet and not say it for like two seconds, there were a few more sentences said, and then I had to say it.
I have more to say, but my brain won't let me say them because I can't talk about things when they're too fresh in my mind.
~San of York
Then um, kinda was reminded of a weird looking device I found in my brother's old bathroom/the main shared one. When I was reminded of it, there were tears and crying going on, and I couldn't very well interupt it by saying that it reminded me of this weird looking do-hicky.... but you know I did. I tried to stay quiet and not say it for like two seconds, there were a few more sentences said, and then I had to say it.
I have more to say, but my brain won't let me say them because I can't talk about things when they're too fresh in my mind.
~San of York
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Good place to sleep
I found an interesting cemetery in Sapanta, Romania. (I thought it was the Czech, but that was wrong.) It's called the Merry Cemetery, and is a very brightly colored nearly cheerful place. A guy named Ioan Stan Patras made all the bright headstones from 1935-1977(when he died, and he made his own one before that).
Instead of being like most of the rest of Europe and being all 'death is the saddest part of life', this is more based around the idea that death is a happy time because of the soul's immortality and that that person is moving on to something better. What's more interesting, I think, about this place, is that I had a funky dream at being at a night festival some years back, and there were people dressed up like the ones on these markers there. It was an old fashioned thing, sheep cows, dying looking buildings, brightly dressed people. Gotta love it.
AND! Time for a bedtime story. One I just found, and was pleased with. XD
Now go to sleep!
Pfff, have a nice night folks. Sweet dreams.
~Saaaaan
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