"When I play for Argentina, I defend my shirt. If I have to kick Wayne Rooney then I will do it."
Told you I wasn't kidding. I either win or fail at life; you decide.
Oh, the story behind the cake? Basically, dad has a very obscure memory and sense of humour (both of which I inherited, heh), so when he's asked for a name at a restaurant for them to announce his order, he comes up with things like 'Vladi G' or 'Wilhelmina' or the name of the person taking his order. The other day, he used the name 'Bohemian W', as in 'Bohemian Waxwing'. He claims it was his favourite bird as a boy. I ask you, what normal boy has a favourite bird? And what brought it to mind is anyone's guess. Anyway, I teased him incessantly about it (it's bloody weird, okay?) for days and decided a Bohemian Waxwing birthday cake would be a fitting tribute to his, er, oddball qualities. And no, I'm not so insane (yet, anyway) to simply come up with such an idea; I told him to choose a shaped pan for his cake, and he chose the angel pan (weirdest father ever!) and said 'be creative'. You don't say that to me when I have icing in my arsenal.
Anyway. We're both raving oddities and now we have cake. Wasn't that a good story?
Five more shifts 'til I'm done work! Yay! Then a week and a half of mad capping and attempting to make arrangement to keep me veryveryvery filled in on the World Cup (I COULD DIE) and the seeing of friends and drinking of flavoured rums with the Cherith and such and such. Then, off to camp! I'm getting more and more excited, though also kind of nervous. The campers don't start arriving until June 5, so we have time to settle into a routine (into the kitchen at seven am!) and learn our duties and get to know each other. I get to dash off in the middle of it for darling melanittt's grad, which promises to be an interesting time. My sister and broinlaw arrive from Japan the night before, so they'll be nice and comatose throughout the proceedings and banquet. Promises to be a good time. Cake dress! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA.
My cat is a moron. MORON, I SAY. He's always starving just before I put them away for the night (SO FAT AND USELESS), but he's too stupid/stubborn/terrified of the furnace to come when I call him, so I end up chasing him all over the house until I catch him, despite him wanting to go to bed. AAAAGH. DUMBEST CAT EVER. Except Buttons. But Buttons is a special case scenario, yes marrasia dear? I'm impressed you're getting along so well. Also, CALL ME, BITCH.
I promised myself a paid account (icons! so many icons!) in the fall, but I find myself really wanting it now, despite the fact that I'll only be able to access it periodically over the summer. But- icons! Need icons now! I blame it entirely upon leetje and blackdracaena for making so many beauteous icons that I must have dozens of spaces for them all. I WORSHIP YOU FROM AFAR.
I'm tempted to spam you all with Wayne, but I shall refrain. Since no one will look at them anyway. I most spam for my own enjoyment, though, so maaaaaybe...
Or I could, y'know, go to bed at a decent hour instead of staying up until two rereading old entries. Is it healthy to be so very amused by your own ramblings? But sometimes I have such good lines! Like... um... okay, I think they're funny. And that's all that matters! See if I need you! *raspberry*
♥ (it may be large and obnoxious but it's not glittering, so count your blessings)