are you a good witch or a bad witch?
So, rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated. I'm just in Kansas.
Oki. So maybe that's worse. The jury's still out.
The trip has so far been mostly uneventful. Lots of humidity, bugs, relatives, boredness, humidity, reading, heat, uneasiness, fireworks, and a lot more humidity. I feel like I need to shower every couple hours, which is really saying something for me. On my first day here a group of five boys burst into my room (most of whom I didn't know) and whisked me away to a large field + creek to do fireworks and whatnot. It was Ryan and his friends Brett&Chris who I knew, plus a lot of others were there who I had never met. It wasn't exactly going to be dark for a while, so we sat around for a long time and threw snappers at each other and talked about music and alternative trends and geeky stuff like mythology, Buffy, anime, musicals, and whatnot. I educated Ryan on D&D. Then I sat on top of Ryan's car and watched all of the guys run around and try to hit each other with big sticks (they were sparring and it was supposed to be tactical and full of skill but mostly just looked silly). Finally came fire time. I was the lighter girl. Was lots of fun. Until, oh yeah, someone lit off a rocket that flew into the air way high, didn't catch fire and blow up like it was supposed to, then came back down and HIT ME VERY HARD ON THE HEAD SO THAT I FELL DOWN AND I WAS BLEEDING AND IT SUCKED AND I HAD A HEADACHE AND EVERYONE WAS CROWDING AROUND ME AND DID I MENTION THAT THERE WAS BLOOD AND IT SUCKED.
So. Yeah. I have a gaping (kind of) firework battle wound on my forehead. And I can't even show it off because it's covered by hair.
Everyone here is very interest by Eugene life/culture/people/weather. It's all so foreign to them. I don't know how to explain the feeling of not being suffocated by the air everytime you step outside.
IMPORTANT!!!!!!!!11!!:
So, I'm coming home on Thursday the 14th. And my mom doesn't love so she won't pick me up. I think my plane gets in around 3:30pm, Eugene Airport. So. If you love me and care about my existance and my getting home and away from Kansas and not being stuck in the airport and you want me to feel missed and adored and ete, I suggest YOU PICK ME UP AND DON'T LEAVE ME STRANDED THERE FOREVER. Please. There is no limit to the number of people who may meet me there. Just so you know.
Oki. So maybe that's worse. The jury's still out.
The trip has so far been mostly uneventful. Lots of humidity, bugs, relatives, boredness, humidity, reading, heat, uneasiness, fireworks, and a lot more humidity. I feel like I need to shower every couple hours, which is really saying something for me. On my first day here a group of five boys burst into my room (most of whom I didn't know) and whisked me away to a large field + creek to do fireworks and whatnot. It was Ryan and his friends Brett&Chris who I knew, plus a lot of others were there who I had never met. It wasn't exactly going to be dark for a while, so we sat around for a long time and threw snappers at each other and talked about music and alternative trends and geeky stuff like mythology, Buffy, anime, musicals, and whatnot. I educated Ryan on D&D. Then I sat on top of Ryan's car and watched all of the guys run around and try to hit each other with big sticks (they were sparring and it was supposed to be tactical and full of skill but mostly just looked silly). Finally came fire time. I was the lighter girl. Was lots of fun. Until, oh yeah, someone lit off a rocket that flew into the air way high, didn't catch fire and blow up like it was supposed to, then came back down and HIT ME VERY HARD ON THE HEAD SO THAT I FELL DOWN AND I WAS BLEEDING AND IT SUCKED AND I HAD A HEADACHE AND EVERYONE WAS CROWDING AROUND ME AND DID I MENTION THAT THERE WAS BLOOD AND IT SUCKED.
So. Yeah. I have a gaping (kind of) firework battle wound on my forehead. And I can't even show it off because it's covered by hair.
Everyone here is very interest by Eugene life/culture/people/weather. It's all so foreign to them. I don't know how to explain the feeling of not being suffocated by the air everytime you step outside.
IMPORTANT!!!!!!!!11!!:
So, I'm coming home on Thursday the 14th. And my mom doesn't love so she won't pick me up. I think my plane gets in around 3:30pm, Eugene Airport. So. If you love me and care about my existance and my getting home and away from Kansas and not being stuck in the airport and you want me to feel missed and adored and ete, I suggest YOU PICK ME UP AND DON'T LEAVE ME STRANDED THERE FOREVER. Please. There is no limit to the number of people who may meet me there. Just so you know.