Suddenly I realized that I'm a pretty special man
And its cause of you, oh beloved readers, that I feel so. Your freindships, your comments, quotes of mine as the title for your posts (thanks Thomas, my friend) sections given over to telling me and only me tastey tidbits of life, even if you did spell my name wrong Amy (this means you are forgiven), anyhow all that has been a big encouragement and made me very happy, even though I haven't blogged in quite sometime. Now, a good deal has happened since I last blogged, but first and foremost, the cape has been finished and it is truly glorious! I am unable to post pictures on my blog, but as soon as they are taken they can be sent by email, if you desire to the magnificence, made more so by the mignificence of the wearer I might add, simply ask and you shall recieve. Wow I'm ridiculously proud of my cape for a mature man of 16, but acting my age has never been something I really worried about so YIPPEE! Also one other thing of note, the Rangers (my patrol, and only one that really counts cause I'm the patrol leader) trounced the trash out of the Trailblazers in a knot off last meeting. This isn't real extraordniary, except I stink at knots, as in REALLY stink, and therefore that is the weakness of our patrol (a chain is only as strong as its weakest link), but we were fully and proudly victorious. Thats pretty much everything of note and its getting late, so goodnight and God bless
posted by Feanor at 8:53 PM
7 Comments:
I TOTALLY want to see pics of the cape....i think it takes a lot of maturity to keep on loving "foolish" and "silly" things even as you get older ( and those are in quotes because I dont think a cape IS foolish or silly...its COOL!)
I am extremely proud of my bright pink rubber boots ( found in the childrens dept. in NZ) and my wizard of oz red slippers ( found in the childrens dept at Target) and *I* am apparently and adult ;-)
so keep living the dream...
I wish I had a cape.
And yes, I want pictures of it on the gallant wearer.
Pitures have been taken and will be sent soon.
Yes, Evan, you're our man! We are so taken up with you, you see, that none of your most loyal followers bothers with spelling your name correctly. In fact, I believe that the most trusty of your trusty hoods actually misspells your name on purpose just to be forgive, Even.
:O) ():p~
That last one is a man with a 'fro sticking his pierced tongue out at you.
Oh dear, Evan, did you only *just* realize that you were special?
...man, and that's what I thought big brothers were for....
Am I allowed to post another comment????
I just realized that you didn't end your blog with taTa!!! I am shocked.
Heh heh, you can comment as many times as you want Amy, you'll never pass up my record! Truth is, I'm flabbergasted with myself, I hadn't realized that I'd done that, it was unintentional, after all it was late.
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