Its cloudy in my brain
This week has been just fine. Monday and Tuesday were days of bitter struggle against time and reality (The reality being: Evan always fails) and I was victorious, for a season. Went to Lufkin for a Wayne Christian victory bash at El Chicos. (I don't know why we had to go to Lufkin, I still say Nac is better). But anyway, it was great, we had many jokes at the expense of Roy and his rabid daughter, did many celebratory things, and just had an over all jolly time. The only shadow that fell over the proceedings was that I left my fedora at the resteraunt, I have not yet retrieved it and its absence is a burden on my soul. We then all went and watched 8 Below (compliments of Wayne) which is a movie hillarious in its failure, I laughed in all the solemn parts. So, good times. Wednesday I went to Tyler and got the sutures taken out of my finger, the lady was digging around in my scabs, scraping and jerking, and blood was flowing from a fresh wound she had made (isn't like a cardinal rule that you're supposed to avoid creating open wounds at all costs?) but it didn't hurt much, so it was all fine. Thursday, I re-entered the bitter struggle for survival in this harsh land. Staid up til 3 working on many things, mainly my Negative shell for debate and Geometry, but it was all good. So yeah, dance practice was jolly fun yesterday, despite Logan's gloomy assertions that it won't be fun for long. And Jordan is home for the weekend, which is a very happy thing. Now I am preparing to go to the wedding reception of Thomas and Katie, who are now man and wife, cool, so,
taTa
taTa
posted by Feanor at 12:29 PM
17 Comments:
You always make things seem gloomy and tragic, and I have never figured out why. Where has Jordan been that he is "home again?" So, the movie wasn't the greatest, but you still did'nt show much maturity and respect, laughing when people were dying. Ahem. Very sad to hear that your fedora is lost; I'm sure they didn't throw it away, you'll just have to drive back and get it. Fare well, if you can,
~JC
Ha! Good show. You are a very special kind of blogger: infrequent, surprising, and laugh-invoking. Keep it up!
~JC
I don't see anything stupendously depressing about that post but EXCUSE ME if I'm not jovial and gleefully bouncing about all the time. And no PEOPLE died in that movie, just a couple of stupid huskies and that was supposed to be incredibly solemn and tragic. Thanks for stopping by FroDough, the cake I had today was surprisingly non-tasty (the groom's cake wasn't chocolate!) which was a crushing blow. But life goes on.
I have emerged from the bitter dark.
The sun is shining once again!
The Fedora, tragic, may it find it's way home.
Let me tell you what I'm talking about, dear heart. The groom's cake not being tasty or chocolate was a crushing blow? It's just a cake! Okay, unfeeling is calling a bunch of defenseless heroes "stupid." You are exasperating! But lovable, in a very odd Evan-ish way.
~JC
Will remember Cada's quote. Maybe. I totally agree with ST, polkas and sambas are GREAT! I did a really fun polka at the Opera last spring and it was a ton of fun. Unfortunately, not the right time period.
~JC
Wiat, what's that again? Drat, I type dyslexiously. Correction: WAIT, I missed something. People are worried about slow dancing? Well, I'm not jumping up and down for it, but the 2 step is very, very close to slow dancing. The polka, on the other hand, is so fast you have to sit down for a while and catch your breath. One good thing about that is you wouldn't have to change partners every 10 seconds and confuse yourself. I was quite muddled last Friday because I'd be dancing with Logan and then I'd spin around and look up and there was Branden! Arrgggghhh!
Anyways, we're all wasting our time, because we're not going to be doing the 2 step, quick step, polka, samba, tango, cha cha, paso doble or rhumba or anything like that at all so this is all fine, dandy, and pointless.
Ha! Evan, I keep thinking about your comment in class about paintball being safer than bowling. That is really, really funny and I can't stop laughing! What did they do, toss bowling balls at each other, shoot each other with paintballs, and then decide that the paintballs did less damage? Haaaaa! Let me see your source of knowlege.
~JC
whoa...you have so many comments! I dont see why you need one from me...but here it is anyway :-)
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A bucket??? *sigh* The two step can be done in many forms. The one I performed was very slow and we CRAWLED across the stage. It can also be done to a faster beat, the form I suppose you are alluding to. Anyways, it doesn't really help to make comments like that.
~JC
Ahem, I feel obligated to comment for obvious reasons. *sweetly* Mr. Carrillo, if you will kindly (*less sweetly now* if that is within your capability) explain to me how it is that you consider YOURSELF to be sheltered, or anything esle you were name calling. Pretty please?
~JC
P.S. Evan don't post again till we've finished this thread.
Grrr,this is still JC
I think he was talking about YOU being sheltered Jc. But I'm not sure.
it's a pointless conversation and will never be resolved because it's between you and the muskrat. (and that's the ONLY reason it will never be resolved.)
Ow! The stress of these wars is taking its toll. Yes, I realize to whom he was referring. Sarcasm is very bad but I forget and use it anyways. I suppose, too, that he believes me to be sheltered for saying his comment didn't help. I'm sorry if I don't let people trample upon me, and I'd wager that somewhere deep inside our ever-loving Steffen is a heart that has feelings that he wishes weren't set upon by a firing squad. Not to say anything about that here, but it's not fair to call someone "sheltered" for informing them that something they were doing was a bad choice. Steffen, you and I must meet tomorrow. Drat.
~JC
evan, i think you need to write something again, instead of sitting on your lazy butt raking in the comments!!!
your loving bro
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