Aaaack! I couldn't get the pictures to upload so we'll try it this way.
Friday, July 23, 2010
Pictures for recent adventures
Aaaack! I couldn't get the pictures to upload so we'll try it this way.
Recent adventures
Thought I'd share some pictures of recent adventures. First: Freak Mountain Ramblers - a great show. They played a lot of country swing and two-step; really got the crowd dancing. There were some good dancers out there too....and then some not so good ones. Kyle and I got to the show at 6 cause we were told that it would fill up fast. Well, it was a little too early. After the show started we were joined by Kim and Mark. Mark took a phone call then disappeared for the rest of the night. I tried a Sweet Tea Smash. It was too minty for me. (I have decided I do not like mint unless it's in gum.) Kim tried to get us to dance, but I was way too shy. After the show, we headed to the rooftop bar to have some appetizers on happy hour. Learned you can't have cajun tots at the happy hour price (dumb); but since Kyle works there, they were nice and gave them to us anyway. Kim ordered a lemon drop and a hummus plate. It was a great night.
Oh my! How could I forget!! We went to Bluesfest. Well, we kind of did. We only went for Taj Mahal, but it was great! He's adorable when he dances on stage. I was sad I didn't hear Cakewalk Into Town though. But he did play goin' fishin'. And he played a song on the banjo (I think he knew Kyle would be there ;-)). That was also a fantabulous night.
Fourth of July was neat cause my grandma met Kyle's great grandma. They really liked each other.
Almost a week ago, Kyle volunteered to work at Edgefield for Avett Brothers. I decided to go up with him cause I had nothing better to do. We went early and went to the Saturday Market. We found some really cool things - two t-shirts for Kyle and a tank top for me. I was saddened though that there was no produce. At the Salem Saturday Market, a lot of what's sold is produce or meat or plants. (Kyle just peeked at my blog!!! Ugh!) I was a little disappointed. After the market, we went back to the car, and I don't know how it happened but Kyle dropped his wallet on the ground. We didn't realize it, and went to Big Ass Sandwiches. We realized it then because Kyle couldn't find it. So we raced back to the parking spot and luckily, some guy was guarding it. We gave him 7 bucks - we're so lucky that he didn't take it because Kyle had over 100 dollars in the wallet. Well, we were running out of time - Kyle needed to be at Edgefield at 4. So we skipped Big Ass Sandwiches and ate something quick at Burgerville. I dropped Kyle off. I had been wanting to go to the animal shelter there. It's a very impressive shelter. It has a huge cat room and the dog kennels are very clean and each has it's own outdoor area. I fell in love with a dog named Pepsi. He was shaking and so sad when I first saw him and I sat down next to him. He had these treats all over the floor and as soon as I sat down, he began to eat. He was only $60, but our landlord won't let us have dogs. After that, I went to Tim's Great Cigars to see if they had Kinky Friedman cigars. They didn't, but it's okay cause Tim is the sweetest man on earth and so helpful. I told him what Kyle liked and he found me the perfect cigar that Kyle loved - a Jose Seijas. We plan on going back there when Kyle has time to hang out. Then I decided to go to Powell's cause I had 4 hours to kill. I found lots of books I wanted, of course. I completely conquered the green room! I didn't have a lot of money so I didn't buy anything but I made a list of what I wanted so I could check things out at the library. I worked on homework in the cafe, and found a comic that I would like to share with Kyle. It's called The Walking Dead. AMC is producing a series from the comic, premiering in October with Norman Reedus (Boondock Saints), so I'm excited about that. After perusing Powell's I remembered I had some DVD's in the car that Kyle didn't want, so I took them to Everyday Music and sold them. Then I headed back to Edgefield and walked around there. After Kyle was off he smoked his cigar and I had a Ruby. It was a swell evening!!
Monday we went camping. I took Kyle to Elk Lake. It's about 11 miles N of Detroit. The forest service doesn't recommend anything but high clearance vehicles on the road up there. It's pretty rough, but not as bad as I remember. Well worth it though. The lake is crystal clear. We borrowed a lot of camping gear from Aunt Shirley. So we set up her 8 person tent for the two of us. Oh, but Elk Lake is so beautiful! We read, we roasted hot dogs and smores and played Scrabble and swam. Everything was great except the mexicans with their screaming children the first night and then the second night someone brought a baby. Other than that it was pretty quiet. We fed chipmunks. I wanted to take one home. You must make the trek up there. It's amazing!!
Alright, I'm done gabbing. Now for pictures!
Oh my! How could I forget!! We went to Bluesfest. Well, we kind of did. We only went for Taj Mahal, but it was great! He's adorable when he dances on stage. I was sad I didn't hear Cakewalk Into Town though. But he did play goin' fishin'. And he played a song on the banjo (I think he knew Kyle would be there ;-)). That was also a fantabulous night.
Fourth of July was neat cause my grandma met Kyle's great grandma. They really liked each other.
Almost a week ago, Kyle volunteered to work at Edgefield for Avett Brothers. I decided to go up with him cause I had nothing better to do. We went early and went to the Saturday Market. We found some really cool things - two t-shirts for Kyle and a tank top for me. I was saddened though that there was no produce. At the Salem Saturday Market, a lot of what's sold is produce or meat or plants. (Kyle just peeked at my blog!!! Ugh!) I was a little disappointed. After the market, we went back to the car, and I don't know how it happened but Kyle dropped his wallet on the ground. We didn't realize it, and went to Big Ass Sandwiches. We realized it then because Kyle couldn't find it. So we raced back to the parking spot and luckily, some guy was guarding it. We gave him 7 bucks - we're so lucky that he didn't take it because Kyle had over 100 dollars in the wallet. Well, we were running out of time - Kyle needed to be at Edgefield at 4. So we skipped Big Ass Sandwiches and ate something quick at Burgerville. I dropped Kyle off. I had been wanting to go to the animal shelter there. It's a very impressive shelter. It has a huge cat room and the dog kennels are very clean and each has it's own outdoor area. I fell in love with a dog named Pepsi. He was shaking and so sad when I first saw him and I sat down next to him. He had these treats all over the floor and as soon as I sat down, he began to eat. He was only $60, but our landlord won't let us have dogs. After that, I went to Tim's Great Cigars to see if they had Kinky Friedman cigars. They didn't, but it's okay cause Tim is the sweetest man on earth and so helpful. I told him what Kyle liked and he found me the perfect cigar that Kyle loved - a Jose Seijas. We plan on going back there when Kyle has time to hang out. Then I decided to go to Powell's cause I had 4 hours to kill. I found lots of books I wanted, of course. I completely conquered the green room! I didn't have a lot of money so I didn't buy anything but I made a list of what I wanted so I could check things out at the library. I worked on homework in the cafe, and found a comic that I would like to share with Kyle. It's called The Walking Dead. AMC is producing a series from the comic, premiering in October with Norman Reedus (Boondock Saints), so I'm excited about that. After perusing Powell's I remembered I had some DVD's in the car that Kyle didn't want, so I took them to Everyday Music and sold them. Then I headed back to Edgefield and walked around there. After Kyle was off he smoked his cigar and I had a Ruby. It was a swell evening!!
Monday we went camping. I took Kyle to Elk Lake. It's about 11 miles N of Detroit. The forest service doesn't recommend anything but high clearance vehicles on the road up there. It's pretty rough, but not as bad as I remember. Well worth it though. The lake is crystal clear. We borrowed a lot of camping gear from Aunt Shirley. So we set up her 8 person tent for the two of us. Oh, but Elk Lake is so beautiful! We read, we roasted hot dogs and smores and played Scrabble and swam. Everything was great except the mexicans with their screaming children the first night and then the second night someone brought a baby. Other than that it was pretty quiet. We fed chipmunks. I wanted to take one home. You must make the trek up there. It's amazing!!
Alright, I'm done gabbing. Now for pictures!
Monday, July 12, 2010
A guide to my rooms
Walk into my mind.
Amidst all the confusion and chaos you will find a steel door. It's old and rusting but the latch still holds tight.
Many people have stood at this door asking to be let in.
They wait and wait and it grows cold outside and they leave - it's not worth their time.
But you stayed. So I will show you what is here.
You find a long hallway - full of debris and dust.
On each side are three doors. They all look the same - plain, wooden.
Yet on the other side - the rooms are extremely different.
Open the first door - you can barely see into the darkness.
The walls are painted a muted grey, and the floor is coarse, black carpet.
There is a small, dim lamp that sits next to a broken mirror.
This is all.
You notice almost a peace in this room; it feels like home.
I spend most of my days here. I just lie on the carpet. Sometimes I close my eyes and dream of being in a different room, but I know I belong here.
The door is unlocked, but I cannot leave - some days I do not want to.
You wander around the room, feeling it's death surround you.
In this room I am in pieces. Bloodied. Dying. I am the reflection in the broken glass.
You will find a door leading to the second room.
In this room it is always raining - a torrential downpour.
Water comes up to your knees.
On the grey-blue walls are smeared paintings of my grandfather, of things I have failed to do, of the people I have hurt.
In this room I am a monster. In this room I am evil and twisted - intent on injuring everyone I meet.
At once you feel the heavy burden. It is almost unbearable.
I have tried to drown myself in the water many times, but nothing relieves the pain.
This is my home as well. If I am not in the first room, I am here - carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders.
You run out of this room, afraid you might die from the pressure. You flee, catching your breath, only to run...
Into a grotesque, morbid room where there is a constant circus of torture.
Those who have hurt me, those who have hurt others are being mutilated before your eyes. You desperately try to free them, but when you try, you are burned.
You see a list of those who will receive my punishment - your name is on the list with several grievances attached; long past, but I keep them ready, to scorn you with if needed.
Here I am Mr. Hyde. I am Jack the Ripper. I am Albert Fish. I am Jeffrey Dahmer.
I delight in the pain of others. I burn with anger.
When I am here, the door locks behind me. I am hell bent and will not leave until I have cleansed humanity of it's filth.
You escape this room.
Back in the hallway, you are unsure if you want to see anything else.
But you have seen me love and seen me care. Where are these rooms? They must be here.
So you enter the first room on the other side of the hall.
It is decorated like a child's room.
There are many toys - Lincoln Logs, dolls, stuffed animals, childrens' books.
The walls are yellow with drawings of elephants and giraffes.
You recognize the safety here - that nothing will happen.
Then you notice a little girl.
She is playing with the toys alone, but seems to be having a marvelous time.
You pick her up and ask her name - "Lil' Ria" is the reply.
She is beautiful and happy and care free. She wants you to play with her.
But you must go, there are other rooms to see.
She begs you to stay. She needs someone there to love her. She needs a friend, a playmate.
You tell her you'll come back. She believes you.
The second room on the left leads to a field. There are many animals running free. A swing set, a river, a carousel, an ice cream parlor, constantly ripe strawberries. All the things I love.
I run through the field in a white dress that flows behind me.
I am beautiful - perfect. I have no flaws.
You play with the animals, eat ice cream, ride the carousel. You know this is what paradise is.
You never want to leave. You want me to always be like this.
There are two people in the last room - it's us.
You watch us make cookies together, watch movies together, cuddle.
You see how at ease I am.
I am natural.
I am complete.
You have given me everything.
My mind is a variety show. I cannot tell from day to day what room I will be in.
Can you handle this mind?
Will you handle this mind?
Amidst all the confusion and chaos you will find a steel door. It's old and rusting but the latch still holds tight.
Many people have stood at this door asking to be let in.
They wait and wait and it grows cold outside and they leave - it's not worth their time.
But you stayed. So I will show you what is here.
You find a long hallway - full of debris and dust.
On each side are three doors. They all look the same - plain, wooden.
Yet on the other side - the rooms are extremely different.
Open the first door - you can barely see into the darkness.
The walls are painted a muted grey, and the floor is coarse, black carpet.
There is a small, dim lamp that sits next to a broken mirror.
This is all.
You notice almost a peace in this room; it feels like home.
I spend most of my days here. I just lie on the carpet. Sometimes I close my eyes and dream of being in a different room, but I know I belong here.
The door is unlocked, but I cannot leave - some days I do not want to.
You wander around the room, feeling it's death surround you.
In this room I am in pieces. Bloodied. Dying. I am the reflection in the broken glass.
You will find a door leading to the second room.
In this room it is always raining - a torrential downpour.
Water comes up to your knees.
On the grey-blue walls are smeared paintings of my grandfather, of things I have failed to do, of the people I have hurt.
In this room I am a monster. In this room I am evil and twisted - intent on injuring everyone I meet.
At once you feel the heavy burden. It is almost unbearable.
I have tried to drown myself in the water many times, but nothing relieves the pain.
This is my home as well. If I am not in the first room, I am here - carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders.
You run out of this room, afraid you might die from the pressure. You flee, catching your breath, only to run...
Into a grotesque, morbid room where there is a constant circus of torture.
Those who have hurt me, those who have hurt others are being mutilated before your eyes. You desperately try to free them, but when you try, you are burned.
You see a list of those who will receive my punishment - your name is on the list with several grievances attached; long past, but I keep them ready, to scorn you with if needed.
Here I am Mr. Hyde. I am Jack the Ripper. I am Albert Fish. I am Jeffrey Dahmer.
I delight in the pain of others. I burn with anger.
When I am here, the door locks behind me. I am hell bent and will not leave until I have cleansed humanity of it's filth.
You escape this room.
Back in the hallway, you are unsure if you want to see anything else.
But you have seen me love and seen me care. Where are these rooms? They must be here.
So you enter the first room on the other side of the hall.
It is decorated like a child's room.
There are many toys - Lincoln Logs, dolls, stuffed animals, childrens' books.
The walls are yellow with drawings of elephants and giraffes.
You recognize the safety here - that nothing will happen.
Then you notice a little girl.
She is playing with the toys alone, but seems to be having a marvelous time.
You pick her up and ask her name - "Lil' Ria" is the reply.
She is beautiful and happy and care free. She wants you to play with her.
But you must go, there are other rooms to see.
She begs you to stay. She needs someone there to love her. She needs a friend, a playmate.
You tell her you'll come back. She believes you.
The second room on the left leads to a field. There are many animals running free. A swing set, a river, a carousel, an ice cream parlor, constantly ripe strawberries. All the things I love.
I run through the field in a white dress that flows behind me.
I am beautiful - perfect. I have no flaws.
You play with the animals, eat ice cream, ride the carousel. You know this is what paradise is.
You never want to leave. You want me to always be like this.
There are two people in the last room - it's us.
You watch us make cookies together, watch movies together, cuddle.
You see how at ease I am.
I am natural.
I am complete.
You have given me everything.
My mind is a variety show. I cannot tell from day to day what room I will be in.
Can you handle this mind?
Will you handle this mind?
Panic attack
I've missed my last two classes. One day I wasn't feeling good and I think I just wanted sleep the other day. I went to bed around midnight last night and was dreading getting up. But at 8:15 this morning I did, which is better than usual (usually I have my panic attacks in bed). So I showered, grabbed the toast Kyle made me and got into bed to eat it. Then I had this sudden rush of fear. I kept seeing the teachers' frowns and the kids looking at me like I was a failure. I couldn't get it out of my head. I'm pretty much right on course with the content - I know what I'm doing. I just a) like my sleep and b) feel awkward around the other students. In some ways I feel superior to them - a lot of them can't understand even the basic concepts, but I also feel like they're far superior because they have drive and they show up every class and try really hard, whereas I sort of take my intelligence for granted. Anyway, I crouched in bed and Kyle did his best to soothe me but then he was just like, "So you're not going in today?." It was more of an accusation then a question and then he tensed up and backed away from me. He just seemed disgusted and upset. So I was mad at him, then I just wanted to sleep and let it all fade away. So I did. But he's still upset and I'm upset because it's not my fault. I mean, yes, it sort of is but I had a legitimate attack and he just made it seem like I should get up and suck it up and go. I don't know..... I know he cares, just not quite sure he completely understands.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Sigh, I fail
So I'm trying to find this joke that I heard on Comedy Central. I cannot for the life of me remember the name or what else he did....but there was this joke about old southerners having sex or being dirty and it went something like: I say I say I ought to bend you over miss _____ and twixt your nethers..... or something like that. It was hilarious and now I can't find it!!! And now I'm up at 4:37AM still trying to find it. Sigh.
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