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Okay, posting these quickly, because I seriously need to go do some of that homework nonsense.
This was somewhat my Friday. Only the pictures aren't as interesting as the whole shindig was. Actually, these pictures pretty much suck. My photoshop doesn't deal well with pictures when they're dark to a certain degree, which more than half of these are. So they're kinda bleh. Sorry.
Kara and Emily gave us rice balls. They were dyed, so they greatly resembled yoshi eggs.
Laurie still had on her fabulous star necklace. We talked about how hot it was. Which then started this whole conversation on plastic jewlery that I'm not getting into.
Kara, Laurie, Ren, Meg, and I took a trip down to Pruett's to get more food, because everyone had underestimated the group's capacity to inhale mass amounts of snack food.
They had itty bitty grocery carts. Laurie grabbed one and began running laps down the isles with it, and Meg and I wouldn't shut up about tomatoes in pencil cases, and people were staring, so Kara almost got irked. So we tried containing ourselves to avoid the rath of Kara.
Um.
I'm not saying anything.
Nor do I need to.
We ran across the street for drinks. And OMG. I found mass amounts of arizona tea that I didn't think existed in cans. OMG. HEART.
I got that RX Energy stuff. So did Laurie. It didn't taste like tea, more like a citrus fruitopia or something, but it was still good. Only, the energy half of it didn't kick in till 2 in the morning. And it did strange things to our heads, so Laurie and I ended up perversing more than half of Spirit- Stallion of the Cimmaron.
But you have to admit that the whole "Tie him to the post" thing is pretty skanky.
*cough*
I was loving this guy's car. But, my bad luck caught up to me, and the guy came out of Pruett's after I had loaded half the groceries onto the roof of his car and was taking pictures of his windshield. But, he was luckily nice, and went on this shpeel about how his wife had flipped the car over on some nearby intersection, and how he had ripped the rest of the roof off afterwards to even it out, and a bunch of other stuff that I can't remember. But anyway.
The two guys at the Mitchells' that I had never met before played this terribly cool Kirby game for part of the time. I mean, REALLY COOL GAME. If there are any conception sketches that were done during the designing of some of those worlds for the different racing levels, I want to see them. Really really cool game. Aigh.
After the Kirby game was put up, we brought out DDR. Which was fabulous. Finally, a game that I could somewhat play. Somewhat.
Then we stopped the gaming, and half of us ate in the kitchen, while the rest of us ate on the deck.
And the monkey in the window is Matt. One of the kitchen goers.
He's interesting.
And that's it for the Friday night pictures. After the eating, there was discussion in Kara's room between Laurie, Ren, Kathryn and I over various things. Most of it had to do with each of us talking about our sexualities (or lack there of, in my case), and whatever problems our parents had with them, and other such things. For some reason, I got complimented at some point and promptly froze up like a board and became incredibly confused. And I'm still confused. I was called "compelling" by Kathryn, although I still think the word she was looking for was "obnoxious", or something else of the sort. Eep. I DON'T KNOW. *hides under pillow*
Then there was more ddring, then cleaning of the kitchen, then watching Spirit and The Lion King 1 1/2. Don't ask why we were watching these. The animated animal movies are apparently our thing. Or something.
After I woke up Saturday morning, Emily started dandelion picking to make dandelion wine with Kara. I smelt really good. I left before it was ready, though.
Um. Yeah. Fishy.
Shasta and the scary One Piece person.
And then, the ride back to Dalton. Bah. I need my own car, pronto. And a license, and a bloody PERMIT, if the evil dmv people will stop finding reasons to keep me from getting one (last time I tried getting one, which was right before leaving for the Mitchells', they told me that my school attendence form had expired. Ugh. It's always something.). When I do get my own car, the windows are never coming down. I love wind too much. But it apparently hurts my mother's ears, so I have to keep the window like this. It hurts my soul, frankly.
And don't you dare speak of my nasty long fingernails. I like them like this.
This was somewhat my Friday. Only the pictures aren't as interesting as the whole shindig was. Actually, these pictures pretty much suck. My photoshop doesn't deal well with pictures when they're dark to a certain degree, which more than half of these are. So they're kinda bleh. Sorry.
Kara and Emily gave us rice balls. They were dyed, so they greatly resembled yoshi eggs.
Laurie still had on her fabulous star necklace. We talked about how hot it was. Which then started this whole conversation on plastic jewlery that I'm not getting into.
Kara, Laurie, Ren, Meg, and I took a trip down to Pruett's to get more food, because everyone had underestimated the group's capacity to inhale mass amounts of snack food.
They had itty bitty grocery carts. Laurie grabbed one and began running laps down the isles with it, and Meg and I wouldn't shut up about tomatoes in pencil cases, and people were staring, so Kara almost got irked. So we tried containing ourselves to avoid the rath of Kara.
Um.
I'm not saying anything.
Nor do I need to.
We ran across the street for drinks. And OMG. I found mass amounts of arizona tea that I didn't think existed in cans. OMG. HEART.
I got that RX Energy stuff. So did Laurie. It didn't taste like tea, more like a citrus fruitopia or something, but it was still good. Only, the energy half of it didn't kick in till 2 in the morning. And it did strange things to our heads, so Laurie and I ended up perversing more than half of Spirit- Stallion of the Cimmaron.
But you have to admit that the whole "Tie him to the post" thing is pretty skanky.
*cough*
I was loving this guy's car. But, my bad luck caught up to me, and the guy came out of Pruett's after I had loaded half the groceries onto the roof of his car and was taking pictures of his windshield. But, he was luckily nice, and went on this shpeel about how his wife had flipped the car over on some nearby intersection, and how he had ripped the rest of the roof off afterwards to even it out, and a bunch of other stuff that I can't remember. But anyway.
The two guys at the Mitchells' that I had never met before played this terribly cool Kirby game for part of the time. I mean, REALLY COOL GAME. If there are any conception sketches that were done during the designing of some of those worlds for the different racing levels, I want to see them. Really really cool game. Aigh.
After the Kirby game was put up, we brought out DDR. Which was fabulous. Finally, a game that I could somewhat play. Somewhat.
Then we stopped the gaming, and half of us ate in the kitchen, while the rest of us ate on the deck.
And the monkey in the window is Matt. One of the kitchen goers.
He's interesting.
And that's it for the Friday night pictures. After the eating, there was discussion in Kara's room between Laurie, Ren, Kathryn and I over various things. Most of it had to do with each of us talking about our sexualities (or lack there of, in my case), and whatever problems our parents had with them, and other such things. For some reason, I got complimented at some point and promptly froze up like a board and became incredibly confused. And I'm still confused. I was called "compelling" by Kathryn, although I still think the word she was looking for was "obnoxious", or something else of the sort. Eep. I DON'T KNOW. *hides under pillow*
Then there was more ddring, then cleaning of the kitchen, then watching Spirit and The Lion King 1 1/2. Don't ask why we were watching these. The animated animal movies are apparently our thing. Or something.
After I woke up Saturday morning, Emily started dandelion picking to make dandelion wine with Kara. I smelt really good. I left before it was ready, though.
Um. Yeah. Fishy.
Shasta and the scary One Piece person.
And then, the ride back to Dalton. Bah. I need my own car, pronto. And a license, and a bloody PERMIT, if the evil dmv people will stop finding reasons to keep me from getting one (last time I tried getting one, which was right before leaving for the Mitchells', they told me that my school attendence form had expired. Ugh. It's always something.). When I do get my own car, the windows are never coming down. I love wind too much. But it apparently hurts my mother's ears, so I have to keep the window like this. It hurts my soul, frankly.
And don't you dare speak of my nasty long fingernails. I like them like this.