7 posts tagged “beautiful”

Thursday, October 15th
9-10pm

Two things are currently coursing through my mind.

The first is a very sudden and very strong desire to make out with a really beautiful girl with lips as soft as mine feel right now.  There are, however, none currently in my apartment with me, and I wouldn't know where to begin to look for one within walking distance... in the dark and cold.  Which brings me to thing two.

The Venus Project.  And its activist arm, The Zeitgeist Movement.

If you're unfamiliar with the two things in thing two (XD) I highly recommend that you educate yourself on what they are.  The easiest way is through this movie. 

C'est moi!   I went to a kickass bellydance performance.  There were like a million (or maybe closer to thirteen) dancers/troupes.  And one of them (Moria Chappell) is with The Bellydance Superstars, and was trained by Rachel Brice who's my favorite bellydancer ever. 

And there was this twelve year old girl who's been dancing for like seven years who was outstanding.  She was better than a lot of the troupes.  XD  The whole show was great.  My whole class went, and Erin (my first yoga teacher who's also my bellydance teacher's sister) and her husband, their mom, and Young Bryan.  We had a great time.  Even though there was no wine or olive trays like last year.  XD

Todaaaay I went to my first Gnostic Mass, which was wonderful.  It was a beautiful and powerful ritual and I met a lot of cool people.  I'll definitely be meeting with them a lot more, and studying/practicing magick more.  And doing more yoga.  And, of course, bellydance.  XD  And sewing.

Tuesday is the Equinox.  I'm making cider and hopefully doing some sort of outdoor ritual with Bryan at the beach.

I've officially had the best night of my life.  So far.  XD  And it was Saturday night.  I went to a funk show.  In the middle of the woods.  Where funk was played.  By a huge group of crazy looking (mostly black) people in crazy costumes including cheerleader outfits and rainbow wigs.  For a bunch of hippies riding without seatbelts.  Who later spent the entire night and next morning running through the trees and playing with glowsticks.  And I was one of them. 

So here's how it all began...

Early last week, one of Bryan's friends called him up to tell him about this funk show going on in the woods Saturday by this awesome dude.  So, we went up there with Mike, and brought fun stuff like glowsticks and you know, other things.  When we pulled in and were looking for a nice spot to park and camp, this guy asked if he could hop on the back of the truck for a ride up the path.  Well, we let him.  And when we found a nice spot and stopped, he came around front to thank us and offer us a special price on some funky paper... which we eagerly accepted, seeing as we couldn't find it at all when we were there for a show in the spring.

Me and Bryan set up the tent while Mike wandered off in search of the porta-potties, then we all looked around the vendors' booths.  There were all kinds of beautiful things, like drums, jewelry, clothes, and of course all kinds of junky food.  We held off on shopping since it was nearly time for the show, so we headed back to the tent and got ready.  Which of course involved smoking and chewing up paper.  We chewed and chewed until my mouth felt funny and the paper dissolved into nothing as we headed down to the show.  It was already starting to take effect by the time we got there, which surprised me quite a bit because I thought it was supposed to take like an hour.  Then again, I was really high and took a million years to get my millions of layers (it was cold) and put them on.

The show was fucking incredible.  It was an experience that can't really be explained.  But I'll try.  XD  Everything I felt (physically, emotionally, spiritually) was amplified in the most beautiful way.  The funk would draw you in, the passion in everyone's voices would make you feel that you were at the utmost peak of pleasure in every sense, and the funk was all that mattered.  Whoever was singing was like, the grand-daddy master of funk at that moment, and you'd give them their props like it was all you lived for.  And then the next would sing, and it was just the same.  And the whole time, you're dancing and know that you're just as awesome and funky as the one everybody's praising on stage.  It was the same sort of feeling as being in a black church where everybody's wailing their hearts out for their god, only everyone was wailing their hearts out for the funk.  We wanted it, we had it, and we loved it.  And that's all that mattered.  It was a celebration of the passion of life.  The life that continues as an energy reincarnated eternally.

Everything I saw was beautiful.  And not just the swirling patterns in the clouds and sand and mist, or the trees that would curl their leaves in a dance like they were grasping at their own beautiful auras, but also in the dead hunk of a fish I saw being picked at by smaller fish in the water, and in hitting myself in the face really hard with the glowstick I was swinging around on a string.  Everything that anyone said to each other the whole time was basically a version of,"This is awesome!  I feel great!"  "Yeah, me too!" 

Gosh.  There are so many things to write about from that night.  I'll make a list and just fill one in every now and then, 'cause I need to buy some shit online.  XD

• Light saber chick.
• Bubblegum and kitten farts.
• Dewey's Giggity Gangsta Grilled Cheese
• Ryan and the water.
• Grapes.
• Cage / spin the wheel.
• Parade.
• Vines.
• Charlie Brown paper kid / best bud.
• Glowstick Nation.
• Rainbow spiders.
• Happiness / acceptance like kindy should be.
• Medical grade / chat.
• Stump dance.
• Hula hoop chick.
• Jingle bracelet.
• Torch jingling girl.
• The cat when I got home.
• Ninety dollars.

BIG, beautiful snowstorm.  Slow day at work, shoveling ma grande montagne.

 

 

Mall with Camcam to build My Hello Kitty, and I bought this Hello Kitty Daily (PDA software for Nintendo DS) that I'm writing my tiny journals in, and transferring to here later on.  XD

Saturday, July 26th

3:40pm

They joined Aunt Sandy on her honeymoon. 

 And also on her hand.

XD

Friday, July 25th

10pm

And it will be even MORE beautiful when I get Wen.  Which will be as soon as I have enough for my kawlij books after getting a job.  Actually, I may get a shower filter before I get my conditioning cleanser.  The product seems worth having the best water used with it.  Once I find out how much I'll be paid, I'll make myself a little budget timeline thing to see how long it will take to save for my next semester, and how often I can buy little (and slightly more than little) things for myself. 

I really need to find out if I'm going on this trip with Niki or not so I know how soon I can start turning in my jarb applications.  See, she has this friend, Lynn, who I met this year and also became friends with.  She lives in Connecticut, and she's Niki's "big sis", all but biologically.  So, Lynn's getting a new Yaris next week and wants to come take Niki to Connecticut for a little vacation, and swing over to New York City and now maybe even upstate New York by bus.  The thing is, before this trip was planned, Lynn said she was going to take me and Niki both to visit and go to NYC, etc., etc. over spring break this coming year.  So, I'm not sure if I'm invited on this trip or not.  And if I am invited, I don't want to turn in applications too far in advance, because I don't want to have to ask my brand new boss for time off, or say that I can't start yet and make up an excuse.  XD  I'm tempted to just ask Lynn about it, but I have a feeling that if I asked her, she'd probably just invite me even if she wasn't already planning to, and that would seem unfair if she just wanted to hang out with Niki first and felt that she had to invite me because she felt bad or something.  LOL I don't know.  I don't want to accidentally invite myself, basically.  But I also don't want to miss out on good moneys by waiting another week before I know what's going on.  Niki, can you try to talk to her about how you're planning everything and let me know if I'm mentioned, or if you've decided when to go?  I'm completely in the dark here.  LOL

So, anyways, I just finished mowing the lawn at nine.  And I'm trying to encourage this viney plant in my backyard to climb the fence, so it blocks out that creepy old black man who just sits and stares into my yard all day.  Kitchen window.  He's there.  Bathroom window.  He's there.  Bedroom window.  He's there.  HE WON'T FUCKING GO AWAY.  And he doesn't do anything.  He just sits there.  Staring.  ALL DAY.  And then he goes in.  It's enough to drive you mad.

Also.  I'm taking Niki to the BK Lounge on Monday.  Bitchin', si?  POKEMON TOYS.  AND CARDS!  I've gone like four times and still no Pikachu.  COME OOOON!  What the hell am I supposed to do with my fucking darkrai and manaphy boxes?  I already put my coins in one.  Shit, son.

And I know how much gramma's giving Niki for graduation.  XD

Sunday, July 13th

Noon

IT WAS SO BEAUUUUUTIFUL.  I cried SO much.  SOOOO MUCH.  Everyone was so beautiful.  Aunt Sandy looked like a Disney princess (which is just ever-so appropriate, considering the music choices), Niki was beautiful (just ask Cameron.  XD!!!), Aunt Donna was beautiful, even I was beautiful.  LMFAO.  But this isn't about me.  XD  God.  Every time something happened I'd start crying.  Every time I looked at Niki and saw her crying I'd start crying.  Every time I started crying, I'd start crying.  It was just so beautiful.  I can't even describe it.

Then there was the reception.  XD  It was a blaaast!  The cleanliness of the dishes was questionable, but the food COMPLETELY made up for that.  It was so good.  And the cake.  *DIES*  And the cream puffs!  XD!!!  It was the most I've ever talked to Shelby, probably because we were the only girls at our table.  And the wait0rz took my seating card and threw it out.  Not nice.  And I danced like a PSYCHO.  I was trying to do some "grandma-appropriate" dancing.  Which was very... foot intensive, and very anti-wiggle.  But right before we left they played the happy big butt liking not lying song, and I just could not hold back.  Even though I had a TREMENDOUS sidecramp from dehydration.  And HOLY SHIT.  I had SOOOOOO much sugar.

• Ale... of the ginger.  (NOT FOUR.  XD)
• Piece of white/raspberry cake.
• Cream puff.
• Piece of chocolate cake.
• Half piece of white/raspberry cake.
• Strawberry parfait.
• Half of a strawberry parfait.

So, I think that's what fueled me through my sidecramp.  But yes, Aunt Sandy and UNCLE Brandon (collectively known as "Brandy") are honeymooning.  So, Niki is in charge of watching the house and caring for the pets while they're gone (until Wednesday).  I'm in charge of COMING ALONG AND HELPING HER!  HELLZ YEA!  Giant undisturbed peep hang of four days' length.  AWESOME.

LET THE FESTIVITIES COMMENCE!