Night night watches the white
Hey Paul- Sano's dour friend's name is Katsu. I looked it up.
Just got done with work, thought I'd drop y'all a line before I go home and get distracted by food/sleep/cat/paul.
Blue Lake was exceedingly hot, but good, and if I didn't flail with joy the whole time like I usually do, I at least fluttered contentedly, so that was good. Cherese was there, she of awesome who doesn't talk down to someone half her age, and Starbuck and Kasey were there too, and Kasey's friend Emma. Kasey says her name is Amelia, but of course I know better, even if I keep it to myself. (WE ARE AN AU OF BSG, GUYS. I KNOW.) I think Starbuck rather suspected me of being a Cylon. It is okay. One cannot be too careful, I guess.
Attended Mr. Dewey's fiddle class for like the first time ever. I told him it was because I had never known where to find the Jazz Bowl, but the truth of the matter is that when I was there as I camper I spent every other hour in one violin class or another, and the rest of the time was MINE and there was SO MUCH ELSE TO DO, like go to the art barn (I miss the art barn liek whoa you guys) and the pool (not so much the pool, that pool is frigid even by my standards) and loiter in the camp store (they don't carry cool stuff anymore, sad face) and climb all over the fallen tree (fallen tree of awesome!) and play with my friends (hurrah!) and just generally run around wild through the woods. If I had to practice, well FINE, but don't expect me to go fiddle on top of all that. And then, of course, there was the fact that we would stop at the library before we left and I would check out approx. 50 books and read them all over the course of the week. And then one year I brought along my art supplies and I drew Klandagi, and Ebony Tigress, and a white wolf whose name I have forgotten. But mostly I just read. Historical fiction and books set in the deep woods of Canada with bears and fantasy and yeah. And practiced if I felt that someone had challenged me. And wrote stories about cyclops and god's eyes.
But yes, his fiddle class was fun, and I made friends, including some budding entomologists.
Only one more episode to go of TNG:S2, which is HOLY COW AWESOME, and I have no idea how Paul & I survived that season at all. Oh wait yes I do, her name is Pulaski. I will miss her dearly. (I still ship her with Worf. I just think they would be good together. THEY SHARE TEA, YOU GUYS, AND HE RECITES KLINGON LOVE POETRY TO HER.)
I am terribly hungry. Was looking forward to seeing Eyal tonight. I think I need to look into using Ritalin at work, or something, because this is srsly out of hand.
Darlene (the new Romulus night driver) invariably comments that I am "burning the midnight oil" when she sees me here. I am starting to dislike that phrase.
Man I'm hungry.
Going home to cook some pasta. Variety? What's that?
Goodbye.
Just got done with work, thought I'd drop y'all a line before I go home and get distracted by food/sleep/cat/paul.
Blue Lake was exceedingly hot, but good, and if I didn't flail with joy the whole time like I usually do, I at least fluttered contentedly, so that was good. Cherese was there, she of awesome who doesn't talk down to someone half her age, and Starbuck and Kasey were there too, and Kasey's friend Emma. Kasey says her name is Amelia, but of course I know better, even if I keep it to myself. (WE ARE AN AU OF BSG, GUYS. I KNOW.) I think Starbuck rather suspected me of being a Cylon. It is okay. One cannot be too careful, I guess.
Attended Mr. Dewey's fiddle class for like the first time ever. I told him it was because I had never known where to find the Jazz Bowl, but the truth of the matter is that when I was there as I camper I spent every other hour in one violin class or another, and the rest of the time was MINE and there was SO MUCH ELSE TO DO, like go to the art barn (I miss the art barn liek whoa you guys) and the pool (not so much the pool, that pool is frigid even by my standards) and loiter in the camp store (they don't carry cool stuff anymore, sad face) and climb all over the fallen tree (fallen tree of awesome!) and play with my friends (hurrah!) and just generally run around wild through the woods. If I had to practice, well FINE, but don't expect me to go fiddle on top of all that. And then, of course, there was the fact that we would stop at the library before we left and I would check out approx. 50 books and read them all over the course of the week. And then one year I brought along my art supplies and I drew Klandagi, and Ebony Tigress, and a white wolf whose name I have forgotten. But mostly I just read. Historical fiction and books set in the deep woods of Canada with bears and fantasy and yeah. And practiced if I felt that someone had challenged me. And wrote stories about cyclops and god's eyes.
But yes, his fiddle class was fun, and I made friends, including some budding entomologists.
Only one more episode to go of TNG:S2, which is HOLY COW AWESOME, and I have no idea how Paul & I survived that season at all. Oh wait yes I do, her name is Pulaski. I will miss her dearly. (I still ship her with Worf. I just think they would be good together. THEY SHARE TEA, YOU GUYS, AND HE RECITES KLINGON LOVE POETRY TO HER.)
I am terribly hungry. Was looking forward to seeing Eyal tonight. I think I need to look into using Ritalin at work, or something, because this is srsly out of hand.
Darlene (the new Romulus night driver) invariably comments that I am "burning the midnight oil" when she sees me here. I am starting to dislike that phrase.
Man I'm hungry.
Going home to cook some pasta. Variety? What's that?
Goodbye.