i have recently learned that the longest word in the english language (barring that of "marry poppins") is "antidisestablismentarianism."
i quite enjoy black lipstick.
i wrote a song when i was little: "my friends are all invisible and no one knows they're here but me i know it sounds strange and it is but you really need to broaden your mind"
i am currently watching my friend create his blog, "the realm of nerdum" as we giggle incessantly. and snort, in my case.
huzzah.
Friday, April 30, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
re: a quick little something
yes. prom quite rightly sucked. mind you, i did stock up on my mask collection, by swiping the table decorations (dance tradition. can't go to a dance without swiping the table decorations. they just throw them away in the end anyway). people claimed to have liked my dress, as did i. it held ten times the color and none of the pouf of the common dress of the season. but, that didn't keep it from being too terribly boring. my date and i didn't really dance much (a fact for which we are both thankful), and the majority of the music played was a tad suckage (too modern, too poppy, i'm a classic rock chick myself, 60s, 70s, 80s in particular).
but afterprom. now that was a party. "western" themed, worlds more casual, and included indian casinos.
now, here comes into play some of my greatest fatal flaws (there are quite a few, but we'll only concentrate on the important ones for today...). i thought i'd go around, sample all the games, earn some chips to trade in for raffle tickets, which i could then drop into various buckets for any one of the high-tech door prizes, or just cash.
the actual commencement of my night: three hours playing roulette, two cups at my disposal, one entirely full of $50 chips, the other overflowing $20 chips, the $10 chips not even worth the extra cup; 87 raffle tickets earned, all of which were dropped into the bucket whose door prize appeald most to me (they were all things like tv's, iPods, dorm fridges, etc.). what i most desired from them all was a mere $100 bill. cash would have given me the most use at this juncture in my life. there were only about twenty other tickets in the bucket besides. the hours of gambling having hightened my statistic abilities, i figured that about a 4:1 chance of my success.
as the drawing occorred with all the many, many prizes, we were all entertained by a hypnotist.
well, they were entertained. i was one of the lucky few who got hypnotized. i don't remember much, but i do actually remember things. most everyone says they "don't remember anything," but that's usually a load of [banana split]. either that, or they're already very, very good at not thinking, anyway.
'course, that might just be my opinion.
the little i do remember: there was laughing. lots of laughing. i'm already so self-conscious of my snorty laugh that it'd be hard not to come to a little once you hear it. my natural instinct is to stop myself laughing immediately, as no one really needs to know my laugh sounds that way. but i couldn't stop, and something about the dropped tissue accross the gym floor was flippin' hillarious. then, the guy said, "sleep" and i was under again.
i also remember talking to someone in the audience, about what i don't know, being too furious to stay relaxed. but, once whatever the situation was was rectified, i was again relaxed into submission.
and i'm pretty sure there was an invisible car in there somewhere. not sure about the particulars, just that i woke up to find myself driving a car, thought it the most natural thing, and went back under.
i naturally wake up a million times in natural sleep, so, even if this is not the norm, as i suspect, i wasn't surprised at all.
i was also hardly surprised to find, after the immemorable fun, i had won one of the $100 bills they were raffling off. i took my money, and an amazingly delicious hamburger, and blew the joint. home by 4 am, i got the world's best sleep, only waking up a coulple times, and slept to noon.
good times.
but afterprom. now that was a party. "western" themed, worlds more casual, and included indian casinos.
now, here comes into play some of my greatest fatal flaws (there are quite a few, but we'll only concentrate on the important ones for today...). i thought i'd go around, sample all the games, earn some chips to trade in for raffle tickets, which i could then drop into various buckets for any one of the high-tech door prizes, or just cash.
the actual commencement of my night: three hours playing roulette, two cups at my disposal, one entirely full of $50 chips, the other overflowing $20 chips, the $10 chips not even worth the extra cup; 87 raffle tickets earned, all of which were dropped into the bucket whose door prize appeald most to me (they were all things like tv's, iPods, dorm fridges, etc.). what i most desired from them all was a mere $100 bill. cash would have given me the most use at this juncture in my life. there were only about twenty other tickets in the bucket besides. the hours of gambling having hightened my statistic abilities, i figured that about a 4:1 chance of my success.
as the drawing occorred with all the many, many prizes, we were all entertained by a hypnotist.
well, they were entertained. i was one of the lucky few who got hypnotized. i don't remember much, but i do actually remember things. most everyone says they "don't remember anything," but that's usually a load of [banana split]. either that, or they're already very, very good at not thinking, anyway.
'course, that might just be my opinion.
the little i do remember: there was laughing. lots of laughing. i'm already so self-conscious of my snorty laugh that it'd be hard not to come to a little once you hear it. my natural instinct is to stop myself laughing immediately, as no one really needs to know my laugh sounds that way. but i couldn't stop, and something about the dropped tissue accross the gym floor was flippin' hillarious. then, the guy said, "sleep" and i was under again.
i also remember talking to someone in the audience, about what i don't know, being too furious to stay relaxed. but, once whatever the situation was was rectified, i was again relaxed into submission.
and i'm pretty sure there was an invisible car in there somewhere. not sure about the particulars, just that i woke up to find myself driving a car, thought it the most natural thing, and went back under.
i naturally wake up a million times in natural sleep, so, even if this is not the norm, as i suspect, i wasn't surprised at all.
i was also hardly surprised to find, after the immemorable fun, i had won one of the $100 bills they were raffling off. i took my money, and an amazingly delicious hamburger, and blew the joint. home by 4 am, i got the world's best sleep, only waking up a coulple times, and slept to noon.
good times.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
just a quick little something
this is the last dance of my senior year. the prom. why am i not excited? no clue. i guess for someone with no *safe* dancing abilities, nor a *real* date, it's just another excuse for me to observe the local human population and record the data in my journal. my plans for tonight: two or three hours at the actual dance (themed "masquerade") doing much of nothing, expanding a great boredom bubble, untill i can duck out and sit in my car in front of the after-prom location, reading soulless untill the doors open. i hope to be home to be home before midnight, as i actually have church in the morning, and it usually takes me forever to wake up properly as it is.
so, if this is the way i feel about it, why even bother going? because the more i think about not going this year, the more i start to cringe at last year's prom experience. one hour into it, i started feeling the dastardly effects of a cold or the flu. two hours into it, i lost my voice, and the heavy base thumping over the speakers was making me dizzy. two and a half hours into it, i left. the moment i started my mama's car, i realized i'd broken her driver's side power window on the way there. so i drove home, sick, with the windo wide open, as an uncharacteristicly cold rain/snow combo pelted me at 55 mph. twenty minutes later, i arrived home to an empty house, and a list of chores to do before bed. so there i was, in my prom dress (a flowy cornflower blue number with a tight sparkelly bodice), washing dishes, sniffelling both with sick and with sadness. there were no pictures that year.
so, even if tonight, the entire thing turns out completely boring, or even if something spilled on my dress, it's still sure to be better than last year. as long as that sick night won't be my final memory of school functions, and how i left this tiny town. or, if something horrible happens, like some (w)itches decide to re-enact a "carrie" scene, or some jerk-wad makes a bet with his buddies that is sure to end horribly for me... well, i suppose you'll be hearing from me again soon.
time to go get ready. wish me luck.
oy.
so, if this is the way i feel about it, why even bother going? because the more i think about not going this year, the more i start to cringe at last year's prom experience. one hour into it, i started feeling the dastardly effects of a cold or the flu. two hours into it, i lost my voice, and the heavy base thumping over the speakers was making me dizzy. two and a half hours into it, i left. the moment i started my mama's car, i realized i'd broken her driver's side power window on the way there. so i drove home, sick, with the windo wide open, as an uncharacteristicly cold rain/snow combo pelted me at 55 mph. twenty minutes later, i arrived home to an empty house, and a list of chores to do before bed. so there i was, in my prom dress (a flowy cornflower blue number with a tight sparkelly bodice), washing dishes, sniffelling both with sick and with sadness. there were no pictures that year.
so, even if tonight, the entire thing turns out completely boring, or even if something spilled on my dress, it's still sure to be better than last year. as long as that sick night won't be my final memory of school functions, and how i left this tiny town. or, if something horrible happens, like some (w)itches decide to re-enact a "carrie" scene, or some jerk-wad makes a bet with his buddies that is sure to end horribly for me... well, i suppose you'll be hearing from me again soon.
time to go get ready. wish me luck.
oy.
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