Sep 01, 2003 20:07
"orst." "I'm going to burst till I'm hearsed."
Yes. . . Foxtrot reference of the day.
My last three days have been most fun and exciting. Fun and exiting to the max. Too fun and exciting to take even a few minutes out of the fun and excitement to update my LJ. Yup. Just that fun. And exciting.
stuff skyler has eaten today:
2 bowls of cornflakes
a peach
a thing of iced tea
a slice of cold pizza
a dry block of ramen
a guava-flavoured snow cone
a chocolate-covered icecream thingy
1 pound of dead cow ribs
ann's uber-spicy noodles
some of katrina's Pirosky (sp?)
some of ann's lemonade
2 bowls of chocolate ice cream
a glass of lemonade
some of the group smoothie. thing
wow. . . that's an. . . insane number of calories. I mean, the ribs alone had to be at least a thousand something. They were really big ribs! and it was a lot of them! And. . .I needed my meat fix. . . and I got my meat fix. and it was good.
Wow. I've had so many fixes in the last three days. I had my chocolate fix (thank you Mrs. Freeman!) saturday night . . . my cereal fix yesterday. . . my meat fix today. I've had several other fixes, I think, but I forgot them. I had my incense fix Saturday, too. And my up-late-staying fix. And my traumatizational fix. So. . . yeah. . . buncha fixes.
Pink Floyd's: 'The Wall' was so . . . there. . . I'm not even going to try and describe it. If you're reading this, you've either seen it or need to see it, so you know what I'm talking about. It was deep in a very deep and existential way. Whereas most deep, thought-provoking movies have some shallow, primary plot to appeal to the bulk of movie-goers. . . The Wall seemed to say "damn them. . . this is our movie. . . we get to do it how we want, mmmkay?". It was like. . . a mix between a music video and a musical. It had an itty little bit of dialoge. . . so . . . wow, that wasn't important, but I felt like saying it. . .
But, seriously, it was all-around a kick-ass movie. Despite what Heather and Travis say. Go watch it.
I feel like I need to watch it again. . . but I read somewhere that the experience isn't nearly the same the second time around. Like crack. You only get one real high. . . the rest are just. . . you trying to get the original one, and you never can, and it's sad.
Breasts are so very cool. I don't know why, but I like I can justifiably say that. Normally if I were to say it, I'd feel like it'd be a perverted, not-right thing to say. But when I said it just now. . . it seemed more. . . natural and less perverted. They're breasts. They're there. Whereas. . . I dunno. . . *trails off*
Sunday was actually quite uneventful. I didn't wake up until late, and I didn't really do much.
And today. . . I woke up later than I had planned, went to Pigfest . . . ate random food. . . saw Travis goth dude for the fifth time. And we had fun. He brought his finger armour! it was so much cool (not somuch cool. . . more of a so muchcool. . .) yup. . .
And after some time, I met up with courtney, leelee, gia, and katrina persons. And about 2 and a half minutes later, met up with ann. and there was much fun and rejoicing all around.
Riverfront Park is so cool when you're there with friends.
It's rather scary and depressing when you're there by yourself.
*sigh*
I'm really sleepy right now.
Nappy nap time for skyler
g'night, all
Goodbye summer!!! *waves* *hugs* *skips the pleasantries* *proceeds to have unspeakable with, and have unspeakable acts performed on by summer*