2 posts tagged “bonfire”
That's what my aunts call me now, after seeing what I wore to Chris's first gig last night. I was damn cute, though. XD
And it didn't bother me anyway, after Aunt Donna told me that at work, her cake said "Happy Birthday Hooker".
I love my family.
The show was fucking amazing. I'm very proud of Chris's drumskillz. People even started moshing. Including Young Bryan. XD Only bad part about it was that Nick kept saying dumb shit between songs, like that he felt like he was going to puke and stuff. But if they knock that off and gain a bit more confidence stage-presence-wise they'll go far fast.
Also. Fitz was on stage for the performance, and I got kickass pictures with the band. I look like I belong in it. *SINGS FOR THEM* I CAN BE THEIR AMY LEE. ONLY BLONDE (*SCARES AMY LEE*). AND HOLDING A STUFFED MOOSE/REINDEER MASCOTT.
OMG I CAN BE NANA! *finds a cooler band XD!!!* KUZN! WIG-BORROWING TIME!
Btw. SO my idea to put Fitz on stage. I'm awesome. *emoheart* XD
Afterwards, Bryan had previous plans to visit a pallypal, so I rode to the afterparty with Aunt donna. Me and Devin were larfing and I was still dancing like crazy. Since all of my festivaling and bellydance classes, I'm no longer shy about dancing AT ALL. So, basically I never stop. But anyway, me and Devin got to talking about a lot of *bizarre whistley noise of paranormality*. BUT. I have so much to tell him about what I've learned in no seat belt land (which I'll of course leave the seatbeltlessness bit out of moooostly) and teach him a bit about how to protect himself better with magick. He knows very little about defensive/basic protective skills and they'll really help him out. So I'll be going over there Thursday after work so we can hang out down by his beach and talk privately for a bit, then have the typical Aunt Donna's bonfire later on, since I'm off on Fridays and can just crash there that night. It'll be sweet. Devin's usually cool one-on-one.
In other news (XD) we've got two new girls at work to replace Jessica and Melissa. Their names are Jessie and Debbie. Jessie is a sixteen-year-old secret spy (friend of the owners' family), and Debbie is just psychotic and obnoxious, and middle-aged. XD Poor Halle has to train them to death and be trapped with them in the evenings now.
They may be trying to get rid of Judge Tim (TERRIBLE!!!) because he's been having (work-stress induced) panic attacks and calling off like three days a week for the last month or so with crazy thyroid shit and what seems to be a touch of depression. But he might actually be trying to get fired so he can collect unemployment and properly search for a better job without being all stressed out while doing it. Which we're ALL hoping for at least a little bit. XD
Except for Little George.
He's too proud of his work.
My bellydance class at the wellness center isn't continuing in the fall because I'm basically the only one who always showed up. XD BUT my teacher also teaches at a dance academy (SO FUCKING COOL!) where I'll be continuing, learning with students who've already been in bellydance for three years, and Nicole (my teacher) said I fit in perfectly with them and am doing a great job. I went to the last summer class there on Tuesday night and it was much more fast-paced, but I still did great. I like this speed better. I get to learn more faster. And since this is a real dance school, there's a recital at the end of the season with a real costume and everything. I'm ecstatic! I'm getting myself a full-length mirror so I can practice better at home. It makes practice worlds better to be able to see yourself.
I'll be good enough to perform or teach... or both. I'm awesome!!! And proud of myself. ^-^
Also, Mike's birthday was on Wednesday, and after work (he got his new jarb he wanted so badly! Yay!) he came over and we gave him a proper celebration, with a homemade (XD) giant chocolate chip cookie (cake thing) and present and card and funtymez. Even Leo came to the party.
We started painting Psychedellic Jesus.
Friday
1:30pm
While it is a day meant to celebrate our "freedom" from a much better country, I must try to remind myself that I should be happy about it, because if my ancestors had not come to this land and "mingled" with the natives, I would not be here to type this. Shame they won the war though, eh? Thanks anyway, guys.
Sorry it's been so long. First I spend like an entire week at Niki's, and was simply having too much fun (AND WALKING TOO MUCH. HOLY SHIT.) to type. Then after I got back home, my mom decided I don't do enough chores to deserve internet access. Fine, mother. I won't use the computer. But don't come complaining to me when you're sad because you pay all this money out every month for absolutely no reason.
Anyway, I managed to get it back two days ago (after spending the entire day pulling weeds and mowing the lawn) but I just couldn't be bothered to type until now.
So, during my week at Niki's (more or less) I experienced many things. There was walking. And some more walking. Lots of penises and drunk girls. (Aunt Sandy's bachelorette party.) Dancing ALL night (ending around 6am when I went for a walk). Getting invited to an Autumnal Equinox bonfire at my aunt's. A metric shit-ton of Pokemon. Pizza. Crisis. Parents sucking at being parents. Rain. Sun. Waiting four hours for Wendy's to open and then deciding not to take Devin's money. Sitting awkwardly while Devin and Chris ate. Walking. Getting invited to the bridal shower at 10pm. Tv shows about fat people. Being Aunt Sandy's "amateur nutritionist" until the wedding. About six more shit-tons of pokemon. Spending ten years trying to get a ride to the store. Flat tire. Walking in the rain. At night. Imagining being pulled over for weaving on the sidewalk. Hiding my cards for fear of them being stolen. Along with everything else I brought over. The Espeon-Charmeleon incident. Niki, the fairest bitch of them all. XD Amazing water from Iceland. Strawberries. Blueberries. Making the best blueberry pancakes ever with Niki. Poo that looked like charcoal from eating so many blueberries... and that's probably a good place to stop.
I felt a bit slow for not realizing it earlier, but I've figured out what I want to do with my life... as far as a first career goes. I'm going to be a nutritionist. I've been interested in how food affects the body since like sixth grade when my mom took interest in Somersizing (Suzanne Somers' weight loss eating plan), and over the last year or so I've become completely obsessed with natural health. And people are always asking me, you know, "Is this healthy? What about this?" And I'm always trying to push my views about food on other people, so what better job would the be for me than telling people what to eat?! XD!!! I just can't believe it took me so long to figure out. It wasn't until I started planning stuff with Aunt Sandy that it really clicked.
The problem was, though, that my college didn't have a program for that. So, I started researching and in just a few hours I found my dream school. It's an online school, so I wont have a schedule to work around when I try to get a job (SOON). It's almost the same price as Land O'Lakes. EVERY class is directly related to the career. There are no pointless unrelated requirements. You can work at your own pace, so as long as I can afford it, I can finish up faster. Anyway, it's called Clayton College of Natural Health. It's accredited by a credible-looking source, though the accreditor is not on the U.S. Department of Education's list. That doesn't mean that the material and degrees are not legitimate, though. It ony means that graduates of the college won't be able to participate in certain federally sponsored events that require the title (Ph.D., etc.) they earned there. I looked through the list and there isn't even an accreditor there that's for nutrition in any way shape or form. Fuck you, Department of Education. You and your love o'drugs. I may become an herbalist too.
I also met a lovely dragonfly when I was weeding the front flowerbed. I really wish I'd never sat on my camera. I still can't afford to get a new one yet. I don't even know if I'll be able to afford my books for school. My mom offered to help me with my books a few weeks back if I couldn't afford it. I may have to use the $150 that Cameron gave me for graduation to use for an emergency. The tuition is quite literally all of my savings. I'll have thirty-five dollars left. So now I can't even get a laptop yet. Gimme dat jarb.
I've started doing yoga again. I've finally managed to get myself on a... not quite NORMAL, but rather, an EARLIER sleeping schedule. I've been waking up in time to do this yoga program that's on at 6am on the Oxygen network, called Inhale. I discovered it after staying up all night watching infomercials one new years eve (or rather, day) a few years back. I would stop for different reasons. Either I'd have to go to school half way through, or they would replace it for a while with Xena, or I just couldn't bother to get up that early, etc., etc. For the last year though, my main reason was that my wrist has grown this big crazy bump, and it would hurt when I did poses that require you to put your hands on the floor put weight on them. But, I'm managing to do it without much discomfort, and I'm convinced that it's going to go away. I thought so for a long time, just because it would fluctuate in size, sometimes shrinking. But when Niki's mom mentioned yoga when we were talking about stress last week, I showed her and she said she had the exact same thing and it went away (after some years, but still).
Also, I walked to the library last week (which took about an hour) and picked up a couple books.
