22:57 - 2003-11-21
Disciple Now Weekend and Further School Crankings
Emergency re-cap time:
Last weekend was D-Now, which is where I go to church for a weekend and they teach us a bunch of really valuable lessons. I think most of us already know what is right and what is wrong, but most of us think we are cool because we do the wrong thing.
I am not particularly like that, and have better things to do than screw up my life for the sake of being "cool", or as I like to put it, "dumb."
You might say I find it satisfying to hear the truth of the matters that man chooses to lie to himself about, simply as part of human nature.
I got a lot out of this weekend, though, and not just invaluable wisdom:
I also got a lot of memories, and a cold.
Teek, Winner-sama, and I rode around in the Beast (which is the nice-'a' name we give to our friends' bad-'a' truck ^_^), that is, until Winner-sama's nasal passages began to undergo civil war or something. This was an unhappy thing, because it made her miss out on a lot of the fun that was to be had on our Quest.
On our Quest, Joey, organizer of all things church, cooked up a sort of Lord of the Rings themed adventure in the park. The comrades informed me that last D-Now their quest was to find the "Ring" AKA a tire. THIS year's quest was "destroy the Ring", which is Joey for "carry a tire a long way then throw it as hard as you can into a lot".
The journey was hard and wearying, but I did my part by haggling with locals and procurring water and other rations--well, actually just water--for our Ringbearer. The others of our group were then generous in the jobs of helping me carry the water, and helping drink it. This ordeal lasted a really long time, which is more than I can say for the sunny dispositions of some of our teammates.
Teek was captured by Orcs, so we had to bribe Gandalf to rescue her. You'd be surprised at Gandalf. Recently, I guess he shaved or something, he looked really different.
Then, just like in the book, we carried the Ringbearer over a tarp covered in canola oil, which did something really interesting to my feet.
I kind of looked a bit more like a hobbit than everyone else, you see, and not just because of my hairy feet, but because of my realistic skull-covered bandana and authentic Scottish accent. It also helped that at just about every bend in the road I was humming or singing some song from the soundtrack or making a derivative remark from the film, which, to my delight, most of the other people in our "Fellowship" went along with and embraced as either funny or just characteristic of yours truly.
Then I found myself mysteriously and ever so suddenly covered in shaving cream. We simply did not know what to do about this. So I said, "That's okay, the Mazhri's have a pool, right?"
The Mazhri's let my faction stay at their house. Their house that looked as thought you might see it on a more dignifying episode of Cribs. It had a suit of armor in the entryway, a bunch of steps placed randomly throughout the house (because these people can afford your medical bills), a little foo-foo dog named "Nugget", and a big ol' pool.
It was like an episode of the Osbournes, only no beeps.
Oh yeah, and Teek called Nugget "Nugat". And "Nugat" knew every bit of what we were saying. I swear. It was spooky.
So, we got home and I stood next to the pool, which is when Teek remembered some very vital things that most people should try to remember when they plan to be plunged into a pool:
Whether or not one possesses an auxiliary pair of clothes.
I, subsequently, did not, but I told my friend that I was getting bored of standing there, so she was prompt in shoving me off the ledge into the deep, icey, wet pool.
Heeheehee.
That was great. But then I had to stand in the air conditioning for about 20 minutes because even though she saw that I was drenched and icey-icey-iceman, someone simply HAD to shower ahead of me. So Teek played with Nugat as I shivered and made lame jokes.
Typical weekend, really, and I even got a bonus cold and mysterous bruise.
But it was over all too soon and the time came for my teacher's homework sonar to kick in.
"Someone here is not strapped down like a mental patient with pointless time-consuming projects! Quick! To the Useless Crap-Mobile!"
So, now I have to find a bag, fill it with crud, and talk about Ireland. Then I have to make a poster about Great Expectations, a book that my teacher despised for no reason I can see besides that she isn't a fluent reader maybe.
I know I'm not screwed up in the head, okay?! Jerky liked it too! You can't stop us!!
*sigh*
Dad is very happy with his stereo system, so that's under wraps I guess.
He has this nasty little habit though, of cranking the volume up so high that human consciousness is almost impossible to retain. And then gets mad when my ears start to bleed on him.
I'm not quite sure what we're watching right now, but I bet if I ask him to tone it down he'll say something about how I'm always instant messaging people.
Truly my Dad is the kickin'-est dad, but none of us is perfect, which is good because if we were, this diary would be awfully short because I'd have nothing to complain about.
Mom is all in a "hizzy" over Thanksgiving. I dunno, the food is always good, but I don't think that'll be a valid reason to "cheer up" this year. The thought of Spanksgiving with Mom, but not Dad, or Dad without Mom is just exhausting and useless and sad. And since this blinkin' alien won't let me take more than three bites from my plate without treating me like I'm eating shrapnel, the food won't be much to look forward to.
I think when I'm older I might have Dankesgiving with friends instead, even though I don't think any of us can cook very well. Our Thanksgiving would be strewn with eggs prepared various ways and most-likely Ramen noodles. Teeheehee.
Maybe I should learn to cook so that thanks in the future will be more given and less forced out of people who are having dry-heaves.
I have all these projects to finish as soon as I wake up tomorrow, and I know that the instant I open my eyes, my discapline and determination will melt into a pungent cloud of false senses of freedom. Luckily the projects don't appear too needing of brain-power and a friend has told me that he doesn't mind wasting an afternoon helping me find stuff to put in a bag about Ireland.
I'm so glad I have internet because the soul of a pig could not dish out more cravings for mud than the internet could provide me with help with school. Not to mention that it provides all the nutritious, tantalizing mind-fibers that help to push my life through the digestive system of Time.
Escaflowne is a very good movie. Very different, a bit carnal and primeival, but modern and deep as well. Plus it has Dilandau. *Snickers away*
We rented it a week ago and last night I turned on my PS2 only to realize the DVD was still in there! Oh my mother-waking joy at that moment! It simply could not be contained and so like a gigantic hand it reached around the house, giving everyone wet-willies to tell them: "Spoo has found an overdue movie that she is utterly dying to watch again!!"
I think there were a few people who predicted some years back that I would take a liking to Dilandau. Dilandau, well...he's delightfully insane. And there's nothing better than watching someone be delightfully insane. No seriously. You may scoff and say, "That's just weird," to which I'd answer, "You're just mundane." But I still think you'd laugh if you saw a guy say, boyishly derranged, "I feel great! My body's on fire!"
*Giddy laughter*
Heehee! I need a shirt that says that. Just like I need one about the "Treize Faction" (inside joke).
I don't know how much good this has been on recapping my life since last weekend, but I am really sleepy and my Dad is here and watches movies about dumb stuff like the Hat Banshee.
The woman in this movie is always wearing hats. Why? Does she have a tumor? Is she hat-erosexual? Nobody knows.
I'm still not done with my Halloween poster, so the comics have piled up sky-high in the series now sort of called "Adventures in the Lack of a Male Model". Got any complient friends? Eh? Got any MALE complient friends? ENSLAVE THEM FOR MY CAUSE! Please, it'll be fun! I'm not particularly picky about whether you really hang yourself or not! See? I'm EASY to get along with!
If you don't, I'll bribe you with angst.
Eh? You like angst? I wrote a poem about suicide.
All this and can of mace for your be-hung male bodies! (Clothed please)
Today I realized that Mr Donovan, my Geography teacher, really is off his soap box.
All we wanted to do was grade a paper, maybe not even that. But every other sentence he stops and says those eight evil little words:
"I'd like to say a word about ____"
Insert word.
"I'd like to say a word about fjords."
Okay, sounds reasonable, go ahead.
"Well, everyone here has seen Free Willy, right? Well that whale, Shamu-"
Keiko.
"Keiko, they got him from this aquarium that was keeping him a tank as big as a swimming pool and they bought him, this place was in Mexico. Well they took him to California and he had these scales all over him which was really bad for him, so they got that cleared up, and they wanted to release him into the wild because they'd made the movie Free Willy. So they set him free in a fjord."
After hearing 20 or 30 rabbit trails just like this, your eyes no longer just twitch, you begin to utter curse words out of them, which is truly unpleasent.
Communism somehow leads to badly-remembered snippets of Greek myths. You know the one about Icharus and his son Daedelus? Yeah, where they fly over the Mediterranean Sea and Daedelus catchs on fire and falls into the sea because he flew too close to the sun?
Me neither, but I remember something like that.
And how Martin Luther was the Pope once and how roaches used to speak just Spanish.
I don't mean to complain but...I'm really tired. I'm listening to music from the movie Casper.
The Hat Banshee movie has slowly warped and now everyone has Irish accents, I have no idea what the deal is lately with Ireland.
Tomorrow I have to get up early and shower though....
I will eat a snack and then read and then go asleep. ^_^
Chao for now, pleeples.
