seems good a time as any.
I'm not sure why I'm updating this, but I am very bored at the moment, so I may as well.
Yesterday was a good deal of fun. When I woke up I think I watched ER again, and did some shit which I do not remember. Then my dad came home, and made me do yardwork. Normally, this wouldve fazed me, but I was smitten with myself that day because me mum had bought me a very large, very obnoxious green sun hat to keep the rays from frying my titanium white skin, and I paired it with a collared shirt and white cotton skirt/slip thing and a roseprint aprin and proceeded to pretend I was an Irish gardener. Then I clipped the hedges, marvelously, I might add, while singing "Molly Malone" over and over again. I got rather sickly into the character, actually, to the point of being irritated when my Nonna asked me if I wanted some water. I was like, excuse me, I'm the one who's supposed to be going about asking if 'yeh'd like a wee bit o' water with tha, miss?', not being catered to. You're not supposed to be nice to the maid like that.
Then I went in the pool, where I proceeded to pretend I was a mermaid, because let's be serious, I'm insane and have the imagination of a four year old.
When I got out of the pool, I decided that I was going to kidnap my sister's American Girl doll, Felicity, and make her an Elizabethan outfit out of a bit of black satin and some lovely white lace I found laying around. Since I don't have the attention span for real clothes, this pleased me immensely. I made a bunch of very roughly historically accurate undergarments from cotton scraps (an old pillowcase?) and wire, but as that took me several hours to do right I have yet to do the actual dress. Oh, and the white cotton ran out after the corset and that...okay, shit, what's it called? Well that little vest-thing that holds up the collar. Anyway I was forced to use white felt for the petticoat or whatever, which saddened me to no end. Bah.
Uh, then I had dinner, at which point my mother offered the best thing she's said in a while. My dad was complaining about the vast numbers of rodents in our yard, and she just looks at him very sweetly and says, "Well, Kim, for your birthday I'll get you night-vision goggles and put you on PCP for the evening, and you can take care of all the vermin you want."
I laughed for like, an hour. Just...the vision of my dad, a fifty-year-old skinny white boy with salt and pepper hair, big glasses and a receding hairline, with night-vision goggles tearing through the yard in a violent, rampaging search for mice and woodchucks...it's too priceless.
Oh would you look at that, I'm smiling again. Bwahahaha.
Yeah. Then today, I woke up and had to fill out this map my dad made for me of Rhode Island. He was concerned when I didn't know which towns bordered Cumberland and to which directions they lay. What I didn't tell him was that I didn't know we were in northern Rhode Island till I started playing for the NRI lacrosse team. Which was...meh, six months ago? Yeah, it's that bad. Bleh.
Hey, I bet you guys aren't bored of my ramblings-on yet. So I'll move on from what I did to what I thought. I've been pondering a lot of things lately, given all the free time I have. Here are my conclusions:
1. It makes little to no sense for someone to be pro-birth control but anti-abortion. By taking birth control, you are preventing cells that could've theoretically joined to become human from joining and therefore denying these cells life. I personally don't see the wrong in this, or rather accept that it is a necessary evil (like abortion), but I can't understand how people would have different takes on the two issues.
2. Cookies are best when they are neither soft nor crispy, but somewhere in between. If you can bend a cookie, particularly gingerbread or something of a similar nature, a little before breaking it, you are guaranteed a good cookie.
3. Love in all its forms is absolutely ridiculous.
4. Thick as a Brick by Jethro Tull is one of the most amazing albums any of you will ever touch. Get it, now.
5. When in doubt, play let's pretend. It has been my mantra for years and has yet to fail me.
6. Organized religion creeps me out purely because it has such profound control over people. I know some people who are so into their religion, so...scared, intimidated by it that they refuse to question even the most blatantly twisted of its teachings. I think that if people can find happiness in religion they should go for it, but be unafraid to question it sometimes.
7. Drugs are lame.
8. It's amazing how you can dote upon someone for a considerable length of time without them noticing/acknowledging your kindness/devotion/servitude at all.
9. Two o clock in the morning is a great time to explore any interest you have at all in scrapbooking, especially if there are magazines, scissors, markers, paper and glue lying right next to your bed.
10. Uh, there is no reality.
there we go.
Yesterday was a good deal of fun. When I woke up I think I watched ER again, and did some shit which I do not remember. Then my dad came home, and made me do yardwork. Normally, this wouldve fazed me, but I was smitten with myself that day because me mum had bought me a very large, very obnoxious green sun hat to keep the rays from frying my titanium white skin, and I paired it with a collared shirt and white cotton skirt/slip thing and a roseprint aprin and proceeded to pretend I was an Irish gardener. Then I clipped the hedges, marvelously, I might add, while singing "Molly Malone" over and over again. I got rather sickly into the character, actually, to the point of being irritated when my Nonna asked me if I wanted some water. I was like, excuse me, I'm the one who's supposed to be going about asking if 'yeh'd like a wee bit o' water with tha, miss?', not being catered to. You're not supposed to be nice to the maid like that.
Then I went in the pool, where I proceeded to pretend I was a mermaid, because let's be serious, I'm insane and have the imagination of a four year old.
When I got out of the pool, I decided that I was going to kidnap my sister's American Girl doll, Felicity, and make her an Elizabethan outfit out of a bit of black satin and some lovely white lace I found laying around. Since I don't have the attention span for real clothes, this pleased me immensely. I made a bunch of very roughly historically accurate undergarments from cotton scraps (an old pillowcase?) and wire, but as that took me several hours to do right I have yet to do the actual dress. Oh, and the white cotton ran out after the corset and that...okay, shit, what's it called? Well that little vest-thing that holds up the collar. Anyway I was forced to use white felt for the petticoat or whatever, which saddened me to no end. Bah.
Uh, then I had dinner, at which point my mother offered the best thing she's said in a while. My dad was complaining about the vast numbers of rodents in our yard, and she just looks at him very sweetly and says, "Well, Kim, for your birthday I'll get you night-vision goggles and put you on PCP for the evening, and you can take care of all the vermin you want."
I laughed for like, an hour. Just...the vision of my dad, a fifty-year-old skinny white boy with salt and pepper hair, big glasses and a receding hairline, with night-vision goggles tearing through the yard in a violent, rampaging search for mice and woodchucks...it's too priceless.
Oh would you look at that, I'm smiling again. Bwahahaha.
Yeah. Then today, I woke up and had to fill out this map my dad made for me of Rhode Island. He was concerned when I didn't know which towns bordered Cumberland and to which directions they lay. What I didn't tell him was that I didn't know we were in northern Rhode Island till I started playing for the NRI lacrosse team. Which was...meh, six months ago? Yeah, it's that bad. Bleh.
Hey, I bet you guys aren't bored of my ramblings-on yet. So I'll move on from what I did to what I thought. I've been pondering a lot of things lately, given all the free time I have. Here are my conclusions:
1. It makes little to no sense for someone to be pro-birth control but anti-abortion. By taking birth control, you are preventing cells that could've theoretically joined to become human from joining and therefore denying these cells life. I personally don't see the wrong in this, or rather accept that it is a necessary evil (like abortion), but I can't understand how people would have different takes on the two issues.
2. Cookies are best when they are neither soft nor crispy, but somewhere in between. If you can bend a cookie, particularly gingerbread or something of a similar nature, a little before breaking it, you are guaranteed a good cookie.
3. Love in all its forms is absolutely ridiculous.
4. Thick as a Brick by Jethro Tull is one of the most amazing albums any of you will ever touch. Get it, now.
5. When in doubt, play let's pretend. It has been my mantra for years and has yet to fail me.
6. Organized religion creeps me out purely because it has such profound control over people. I know some people who are so into their religion, so...scared, intimidated by it that they refuse to question even the most blatantly twisted of its teachings. I think that if people can find happiness in religion they should go for it, but be unafraid to question it sometimes.
7. Drugs are lame.
8. It's amazing how you can dote upon someone for a considerable length of time without them noticing/acknowledging your kindness/devotion/servitude at all.
9. Two o clock in the morning is a great time to explore any interest you have at all in scrapbooking, especially if there are magazines, scissors, markers, paper and glue lying right next to your bed.
10. Uh, there is no reality.
there we go.