Rock on, Gold Dust Woman
Dear Arms,
It apears as though I am back from my exersion to Philly. For the most part it was quite lovley. I liked being able to actually do something everyday. Here be my excersion:
day 1: mom dropped me off, and we attempted to go to this antique flea market. We missed that by about 2 1/2 inches on the map. So, naturally we went to the closest thing we could actually locate, which was Pedler's Village. It's an ok place, but it gets kind of boring, becuase the term "village" is entirely misleading term. There are all of 5 stores there. I didn't really feel it. BUT THEN...*gasp* we went to eat lunch at this really nice place that had a great view on the top floor, were we ate. You can see like, this whole vast...green place, trees and such. And as I dinied I could imagined little 4-cornered-hat-wearing people walking along a very old country side, actually knowing were they were going thanks to colonial insitinct instead of the nice freeway signs. I did infact dine, on very fancy fish and chips. And though it was a lovley meal, I went home and threw it up. All of it. So much so, I doubt I had any more fluid left to produce vomit. I never was good with grease. Oh well.
day 2: Brenda and I went to the Eastern State Penitentiary, which I've waited for like, years to see. Since the city will only give them so much to restore it, since it is like 200 years old, so it's basically a working ruin. Therefore, I think if they did put in hating, it would burst into flame. Not good. So, it's only open in the summer, when I am normally never here. Joy. It was really cool, in a very dilapitated, creepy way. there are some rooms were, like, tree roots, and like, enitre plants have grown through the celing into the cells. They have all these gay modern art representations, like hanging plaster by fish wire to show the angst of generation and all that shit. Well, in the main cell block, they did that with a sound exibit. They set up a computer to set things o ff in certian times and certian ways, so they woudl beat up agaisnt various objects. Only, I didn't know that. It gets like progressive louder, and I thought it was some idiots walking aroudn the cat walk being rude and retarted. So i shoulded "DUDE, SHUT THE HELL UP." In considence, everyone looked at me like I was a crazy person and my aunt redily corrected me. Then, we walked down the actually cat walk, and it made it even more creepy, because like, every time I passed a cell, something else would go off. Anyway, I have pictures, only not on this computer, which is stupid. Afterwards though, we ate at this awesome little cafe right across from the prison called Mugshots. Ha.
day 3: shopping like a motherfucker. First we went to Target, and didn't find much, but then we went to Ross and spent like, 3 or 4 hours there. I got a whole asswhipe of cold-weather stuff, such as robes and coats, and slippers that make me look like a butler. Plus, I got a bag last week with a million gazillion zippers and pockets and crazy shit li dat. I think I am pretty much set,. At least, I hope so. I got this orange corderoy jacket that I intend to by a cool band patch for and stick on the sleeve. Suggestions on the patch?
Anyway, afterward, we ate at this restaunt called...Paderas? I think. Anyway, it was this cool little place with funky soups and sandwhiches and they always give you fresh baked-bread with your food. I always find the coolest places to eat when I am with Brenda.
day 4: We went down to New Hope, which is were we ment to end up the fist time. It was this awesome little town full of like, Bohiemien shops. There was even one filled with stuff for mid-evil re-enactments, and it had LOTR reproductions--REALLY GOOD ONES. HAd I had 245$, I gladly would've spent it on an Elvish helmet. Oh well. I also discovered a used Vynil shop, to my heart's delight. I went in with a vengence, and managed to find a 45 of Big Love for 1$, when Brenda came back and told me very abruptly that we had to leave becuase the telephone pole we were parked near was smoking...and we were out of time on the meter. So we get there, and low and behold, it is smoking. Thankfully though I had managed to get the 45 and some free Oasis stickers. Joy. ANyway, so all these firemen were standing around the pole like idiots using people's binoculars to gawk at it. I mean, they go into burning buildings for Christsakes, they can't go up a telephone pole??? Anyway, they allowed us to speed away like man women, never noticing that we were over our time. HA!
day 5: Went out to dinner...well, a German-timed dinner, anyway, so it was really lunch. But at Olive Garden, at all places. I brought back enough food to feed a colony of rabbits. Afterward, Brenda and I went mini golfing on our own, becuase my Oma has this spazzing thing were she can't leave the house if an appliance is running. In this case: dishwasher. Anyway, it was a terriably constructed corse, and my ball was The Orange on From Hell. Infact, it was so terriable, that on verious hole markers, people had written "this course is gay," and, in another case "this corse eats penis." I reflected later that depending on your gender, that could be a positive thing. To corispond with the hatred of the course, instead of managing to hit it into the last hole were they reclaim the ball, I allowed it to chuck into a lake. Oh well. As Robin Williams said "you'll have to drown to get your ball then, asshole!" I have listened to his cd too much, I think.
All in all,it was a good time. Brenda and I also managed to go to the lybrary and check out the fist season of Sex and the City, and then watched it late at night to sheild my grandmother from knowing we were watching something with the word sex in it.
I think that should about cover it. I should be getting my dorm stuff in the next week or so that will be exciting. Ah! But in the next post, I plan on copstructing a list of those I am oddly attracted to, as promted by a discussing with Rachel.
The Sleeper of Couches,
Me
It apears as though I am back from my exersion to Philly. For the most part it was quite lovley. I liked being able to actually do something everyday. Here be my excersion:
day 1: mom dropped me off, and we attempted to go to this antique flea market. We missed that by about 2 1/2 inches on the map. So, naturally we went to the closest thing we could actually locate, which was Pedler's Village. It's an ok place, but it gets kind of boring, becuase the term "village" is entirely misleading term. There are all of 5 stores there. I didn't really feel it. BUT THEN...*gasp* we went to eat lunch at this really nice place that had a great view on the top floor, were we ate. You can see like, this whole vast...green place, trees and such. And as I dinied I could imagined little 4-cornered-hat-wearing people walking along a very old country side, actually knowing were they were going thanks to colonial insitinct instead of the nice freeway signs. I did infact dine, on very fancy fish and chips. And though it was a lovley meal, I went home and threw it up. All of it. So much so, I doubt I had any more fluid left to produce vomit. I never was good with grease. Oh well.
day 2: Brenda and I went to the Eastern State Penitentiary, which I've waited for like, years to see. Since the city will only give them so much to restore it, since it is like 200 years old, so it's basically a working ruin. Therefore, I think if they did put in hating, it would burst into flame. Not good. So, it's only open in the summer, when I am normally never here. Joy. It was really cool, in a very dilapitated, creepy way. there are some rooms were, like, tree roots, and like, enitre plants have grown through the celing into the cells. They have all these gay modern art representations, like hanging plaster by fish wire to show the angst of generation and all that shit. Well, in the main cell block, they did that with a sound exibit. They set up a computer to set things o ff in certian times and certian ways, so they woudl beat up agaisnt various objects. Only, I didn't know that. It gets like progressive louder, and I thought it was some idiots walking aroudn the cat walk being rude and retarted. So i shoulded "DUDE, SHUT THE HELL UP." In considence, everyone looked at me like I was a crazy person and my aunt redily corrected me. Then, we walked down the actually cat walk, and it made it even more creepy, because like, every time I passed a cell, something else would go off. Anyway, I have pictures, only not on this computer, which is stupid. Afterwards though, we ate at this awesome little cafe right across from the prison called Mugshots. Ha.
day 3: shopping like a motherfucker. First we went to Target, and didn't find much, but then we went to Ross and spent like, 3 or 4 hours there. I got a whole asswhipe of cold-weather stuff, such as robes and coats, and slippers that make me look like a butler. Plus, I got a bag last week with a million gazillion zippers and pockets and crazy shit li dat. I think I am pretty much set,. At least, I hope so. I got this orange corderoy jacket that I intend to by a cool band patch for and stick on the sleeve. Suggestions on the patch?
Anyway, afterward, we ate at this restaunt called...Paderas? I think. Anyway, it was this cool little place with funky soups and sandwhiches and they always give you fresh baked-bread with your food. I always find the coolest places to eat when I am with Brenda.
day 4: We went down to New Hope, which is were we ment to end up the fist time. It was this awesome little town full of like, Bohiemien shops. There was even one filled with stuff for mid-evil re-enactments, and it had LOTR reproductions--REALLY GOOD ONES. HAd I had 245$, I gladly would've spent it on an Elvish helmet. Oh well. I also discovered a used Vynil shop, to my heart's delight. I went in with a vengence, and managed to find a 45 of Big Love for 1$, when Brenda came back and told me very abruptly that we had to leave becuase the telephone pole we were parked near was smoking...and we were out of time on the meter. So we get there, and low and behold, it is smoking. Thankfully though I had managed to get the 45 and some free Oasis stickers. Joy. ANyway, so all these firemen were standing around the pole like idiots using people's binoculars to gawk at it. I mean, they go into burning buildings for Christsakes, they can't go up a telephone pole??? Anyway, they allowed us to speed away like man women, never noticing that we were over our time. HA!
day 5: Went out to dinner...well, a German-timed dinner, anyway, so it was really lunch. But at Olive Garden, at all places. I brought back enough food to feed a colony of rabbits. Afterward, Brenda and I went mini golfing on our own, becuase my Oma has this spazzing thing were she can't leave the house if an appliance is running. In this case: dishwasher. Anyway, it was a terriably constructed corse, and my ball was The Orange on From Hell. Infact, it was so terriable, that on verious hole markers, people had written "this course is gay," and, in another case "this corse eats penis." I reflected later that depending on your gender, that could be a positive thing. To corispond with the hatred of the course, instead of managing to hit it into the last hole were they reclaim the ball, I allowed it to chuck into a lake. Oh well. As Robin Williams said "you'll have to drown to get your ball then, asshole!" I have listened to his cd too much, I think.
All in all,it was a good time. Brenda and I also managed to go to the lybrary and check out the fist season of Sex and the City, and then watched it late at night to sheild my grandmother from knowing we were watching something with the word sex in it.
I think that should about cover it. I should be getting my dorm stuff in the next week or so that will be exciting. Ah! But in the next post, I plan on copstructing a list of those I am oddly attracted to, as promted by a discussing with Rachel.
The Sleeper of Couches,
Me