5 posts tagged “woods”

Nikkerz : Hahaha, awesome. So, how was your bonfire/mom time/ yibb embroidering?
Me: All of it's great!  Still yibbing though (which I will call embroidering from now on because I love that) bonfire was incredible.
Me: Getting to be outside in the snow and be WARM!  Amazing!  And fire is so pretty and smell so good. AND WE HAD "Fekkin Whiskey" IRIIISH!
Nikkerz : OMG YAAAY! So, Jen. I've been thinking, and it really infuriates me that Lynn was shit-talking you when she first started talking  to Chelsea. How is your life
Nikkerz : HER business?! I want to pummel her with my fists of fury.
Me: LMFAO!! I thought that last bit was a question. "So, Jen. I've been thinking. "important things"  How is your life?"  LOL It's not.  She's just dumb.
Nikkerz: LOL!!!!! Wonderful.
Me: Yeah she's so nuts.  There's nothing wrong with me and my life. They're a hell of a lot better than HERS. LOL btw mom said she duzn like
Nikkerz: Duzn like what? LOL
Me: my "hippy lifestyle".  And I thought "she doesn't even KNOW about that?" All she knows is that I know YB and play drums and sleep on the floor.
Nikkerz : Weird. Maybe she thinks only hippies boycott mattresses? To go against the "man."
Me: Well, that and goats and granola.  But she doesn't know about my free love, psychedelics, and dancing high on the beach all summer.  XD
Me: LMFAO GOD YES!
Me: He really brings us down, you know.  XD
Nikkerz: LMFAO! He does. He brings us so down we have to get HIGH! *lights one up*
Me: LMFAO Omg kuzn.  If you ever take an interest in such things, let me know. XD It's amazing. And healthy. That's why the man bans it. XD
Nikkerz: Lmao healthy?!
Me: Yup. You can get prescriptions for it in California. Good for digestion, circulation, pain relief (I always have it for cramps), PMS, tummyaches, eyes, migraines, OCD, lack of appetite, fibromyalgia, tourettes, alcohol abuse, ADHD,  arthritis, asthma, autism, bipolar disorder, cancer, depression, epilepsy, hypertension, urinary incontinence, leukemia, tumors, morning sickness, Parkinson's, posttraumatic stress disorder, sleep apnea, preventing Alzheimer's, so much.
Nikkerz: Ooo, wow. The more you know!
Me: Dude, fer serious.  And there's more that I don't know. (LOL)  It's amazing how much is suppressed by our govt. There are tons of pharmaceuticals that have things taken from the plant and turned into something damaging and spiritually devoid.  Because that's what makes them patentable, and therefore profitable.
Nikkerz : Indians! They love it! With their spiiiirit!
Me: LMFAO OMG THEY DOOOO!  But I know every rock and tree creature... has a life, has a spirit, has a naaaame.
Nikkerz: YAY TREE CREATURES!
Me: LMFAO SHIT! TREE AND CREATURE**  Hooow HIIIIIGH (SUBLIMINAL?!!) does the sycamore grooow? If you cut it dooooown then you'll never knooow!
Nikkerz: LMFAO!!!! I CAN'T REMEMBER THE WORDS!!!
Me: OH NOO!!! I always connected with the injins with their tree creature spirits and not wanting to kill nature. I was even a hippy CHILDflwr.
Nikkerz: Moonflower McAlwaysbeenahippie!
Me: LMFAO I was a CPS hippy forever. in latchkey we'd play "indians" and play by the edge of the woods and try to "call the wind" braid flower stems.
Me: And we had ranks. like if the wind blew big when you called, you'd get to change your name.  I was like, Little Daisy, then Running Deer.  XD
Me: We did that like all the time in 3rd/4th grade. And play snow leopards. XD
Nikkerz: Lmao amazing. But GOD. You've changed so much, I don't even know you anymore. Oh, wait. I'm Lynn and I NEVER knew you!!!! LOL!!!!!!!!
Me: LMFAO OMG I KNOOOW! Out of fucking NOWHERE "WHAT?! I thought you were a male! I h8 u and im not ur friend anymore lolhahalol!"
Nikkerz: You should write a big huge Vox about all this. It would be amazing.
Nikkerz: LMFAO!!!!!! YES!!!!!
Me: OMFG I'LL JUST COPY PASTE!
Nikkerz: OMFG YAY!

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.

Tuesday

April 21st

8:48pm

I can't stop the woods and the beach and the fire and the sun and the stars from swirling around each other in my head.  Every second I spend in a building or a house makes me feel like I'm being punished, and I just need to break out and look up to see forever again.  Being out there so much after so many years away has brought back all my old summer memories.  Running as swiftly as possible through the branches to discover the mystery that is the other side of the hill, watching the animals live in a way they have for longer than I can begin to imagine.  Sneaking out into the yard in the middle of the night just to watch the moon rise, the meteors fall, and the bats flitter, and making coffee (the only time I ever did like it) with my sister at sunrise.  I crave it, the freedom of leisurely time in nature with good company, uninterrupted.

Homesick, I guess you could call it.  Only far more fierce.

Calm down, Jen.  Saturday's getting closer.

Sunday

April 19th

5:45pm

As of late, it's been pretty effin' snazzy.

I decided to go with a Brother, sewing machine-wise, but I still haven't begun learning to use it yet.  I've been very busy.

I've spent a lot of time making good friends since Niki left.  I'll have to introduce her to all of them WHEN SHE VISITS  *AHEM*.  XD

Me and Alison (friend from work who recently quit) have begun a quest to find the best Irish pub's stew, and she's very excited to have a friend who likes the Disney channel.  XD  We're also filming a music video for our (soon to be chart topping) song "I'm on a Goat".

Young Bryan (also from work, but hasn't quit yet XD) is my newest best friend.  Hanging out with him is like being with my sister again.  I really missed that sort of wild freedom.  We romp through the woods, talk about what we think of... pretty much everything, and he's introducing me to the world of hippies.  XD  One of those hippies may in fact provide the very goat for me and Alison's video.  XD!!!!  Oh, and we're writing a story about foxgoose-goosefox.  Details on that will unravel as the tale does, I'm sure.

My great-grandmother (91) died last week, so I spent a week in West Virginia for the funeral.  All my gramma's kids were in the same room for the first time since my mom's wedding (1982).  It was really cool to have them all together like that.  I met a lot of family I'd never seen before.  And I realized just how big my family really is.  I'm one of forty-two great-grandchildren.

It was my first funeral, so I was really nervous and cried a LOT, and this 12 year old kid put suckers in the coffin.

I saw a road.  It was called Road Run Road.  I LOVED IT.

Cameron met a French Canadian.  From Russia.  He's offered him a hundred thousand dollar Jaguar and two thousand bucks a month to run this recording studio he's building in Montreal, watch his house there, something about importing alcohol in Florida, and maybe managing a hobby store.  Hopefully just not all at once.  XD  The place isn't quite built yet, and I think Cameron's getting his erm... audio degree or whatever you call it before this happens... but it's a pretty amazing opportunity.  I'm really excited for him.  ^-^

The band he's managing is sounding pretty damn good on their new record (I've been going to the studio while they recorded a bit) and they're in a battle of the bands at a local festival coming up.

I'm going on a camping trip this weekend that's going to be SUCH a blast.  There's like, a million concerts going on all night, tons of people will be there, and classes!  Young Bryan's teaching yoga, Mike (one of the six fired from work FOR NO REASON AUGH) is teaching jujitsu, so who knows what other cool stuff'll be there?  I can't wait!

Niki's online!  Yay!

Tuesday, April 1st

Noon

I've just had one of my most bizarre dreams ever.  It began normally enough.  I was riding with Cameron to... somewhere, and we were passing by an amusement park.  I told him how we'd pass it every time my dad picked me up to spend the summer with him, but he never took us there.  Then we went by this trail that led into the woods, and I was thinking about how it was probably just designed to keep people from going off of little paths (because you're not allowed to) and staying in the cities/suburbs, when I saw a cat stuck up in a tree.  In the tree it was white, but then it jumped down and was suddenly a brown and grey tabby, and it just... landed in the car.  Which was probably like fifty feet away from the tree.

So, then all of a sudden we were in this building, and I was still holding the cat, and Cameron and I had been talking about something for a while when I noticed that the cat was sucking on my forehead, and it REALLY hurt, and the spot on my head was all bloody.  So, I tried to pull it off of me, but it was ridiculously strong, and eventually Cameron and I flung it across the room.  Then it was fine.  It just walked around like a normal happy, careless cat.  Until like thirty seconds later when it started to look like it was dying, moving really slowly and dizzily.  So then it tried to come after me again, and I had to strangle it.  And while this was going on (because even though I was strangling the kitten, it wasn't dying or even hurt) a big dog came at us and I had to hold its mouth closed with my other hand.  It had horse teeth, which was scary enough in itself.

We managed to get away from the animals, and ended up in a room with a lot of people.  And some of them were starting to act strangely and come after us too.  So everyone was just killing these zombies with a vampiric apetite, and trying to make sure not to kill any of the normal people.  And there were weapons everywhere!  I saw one gun, but the rest were strange axes and really dull swords, and big cleavers.  But none of the zombies would die!  We just had to keep cutting them into smaller and smaller pieces until they couldn't  move anymore.  It was SO horrible.  I was being attacked by this one man who was trying to bite at me.  I had a big cleaver with a really jagged blade, and I kept hacking away at his mouth, cutting off different parts of his face until he couldn't open his jaw.  Then I just cut off his head with one cleaver swipe, followed by a couple whacks with a dull sword.  I've never had such a graphic dream before.

After loads of stabbing, slicing, and all around things that would make me throw up if I saw them in a movie, they were all in pieces on the ground.  But then, of course, the pieces started to mysteriously slide across the floor and an arm grabbed my leg, knocking me to the ground on my stomach and dragging me backwards.  Luckily a girl who was standing near me was able to get me loose and we all ran out of that room and shut the door.

Then we were in what looked like a school hallway.  You could hear echoing screams and dripping all around.  The zombies were everywhere now, but none were too close by.  So we ran for the stairs.  I was on my own now, flinging myself over one banister after another, somehow always managing to grab onto the bottom edges of the staircases.  There were endless flights of stairs, but it didn't matter, because it was flooded and after about four flights I was in the water.

With merpeople.

One of them turned me into a mermaid, saying that it would make me immune to the zombies, and that the zombies only come down to where they lived once a day to check for humans.  We were more grey and had scales that were almost stonelike in appearance and bumpy like coral, rather than the typical mermaid image.  Slightly more similar to the merpeople in Harry Potter.  But not scary like them, and with more humanlike faces.  Anyway, some of the zombies were coming towards the water, so I sank down enough to take my shirt off so they wouldn't know I was human a minute ago.  It was okay though, because I also had scaley boobs and didn't have to feel naked, along with confused and fearing for my life. 

We swam down to where the merpeople lived and my new eyes adjusted to the darkness.  I was basically just... there for a while.  I don't remember anything really happening at that point until we came back up to the surface later.  It was me and two or three other merpeople, and they were getting snacks from the building.  Like, getting up out of the water with legs and coming back with styrofoam plates full of weird looking food.  They were all excited saying that this thing was called a cookie, and this was something or other, and blah blah blah.  I just watched them and sort of sat on my fin which was bent like I was sitting on my feet on the stairs in the water.

I went back down and suddenly there were only three other merpeople in existence.  It was a father and his two daughters.  They all hated me but pretended they were my friends, and I could tell.  I was supposed to be staying with them, and I went over to the father because he wanted to tell me something.  He was in this little room that looked like a little sea cave, looking at all of these fish eggs.  HUNDREDS of them.  Then he gave me a gun and told me to go up to the surface and find and kill my father.  I asked him if there were still zombies and he said no, just the animals.

I swam up the surface and noticed one of the daughters stalking me in the shadows.  I knew it was a trap.  I made it to the surface and walked around with the gun like a cop.  Everything was painted yellow and pink, and there was loud music coming from one of the doors.  Probably Jim Morrison.  And that's when I woke up.