"The tanks, the tanks, the tanks are made in Russia!"
I woke up this morning on a couch, wearing songofparadise's pants and seileurt's shirt, with beer on my dancing shoes.
Last night was pretty decent. I really enjoyed Mr. Something Something; they put on a good show, especially when you were up and dancing. Which I certainly was, along with everyone else from our table at various points (excepting Scott). I'm sure I'll go out to see them again. Apparently I also have to try the pizza at this Jack's place, the one that includes pesto and honey. I'm skeptical, but I'll do it - sans fromage, of course. I wish I had the money to drop on a cd, but being without access to my bank account has limited my spending to what I can borrow. So I rather appreciated the bartender not making me pay for my juice when I went up to settle. While I was enjoying myself quite a bit, there were a few moments of social confusion, and not everything went quite the way some people might have been hoping. The T(oo)M(uch)I(nfo) line was also crossed a few times, but I think that's what happens when you hang out with a bunch of shameless people. And I almost quite literally mean hang out. It was amusing, though, to watch songofparadise's friend Evan trying for a while to figure out whom was sleeping with whom; especially as none of us are, with anyone else who was there - though there was an inordinate amount of breast grabbing and photographing going on. But the hottest part of the evening was definitely taking pictures of lockedindream washing beer out of songofparadise's hair in the washroom. Oh yeah. I nearly lost my voice from dancing and singing along last night. That's mostly worn off by now, despite still being a little dehydrated, so I just have a nice husky, burnt velvet sort of effect going on. Well, at least that's how I sound in my own head.
The night before last, I had a very Ender's Game-esque dream, except with adolescents and young adults instead of children. I don't remember much except for the bit just before I woke up. I was just a little older than I am now, and the commander of my combat/espionage school's team. Instead of one school, there were four major schools internationally, each with their own team that competed with each other. And on earth, not in space (so no zero gravity in my dream, unfortunately). I had been there since starting at the school at twelve, and I was about to graduate. My school had some sort of bird as our symbol - a raven or hawk, I think. We were the highest standing school of the four. The only action in the dream I recall was being in our school's dining hall, which was very bright and clean - all glass and metal and hard white surfaces. I was just kicking my team out to go get ready for a practice, and felt a slightly bad because I had intended to let them take a little longer for lunch, but I had to go over some last minute plans for something. Then pedxing came into the hall, which was weird, because he was not with the school. I woke up shortly after that. It was kind of a neat feeling dream.
I'm glad Toronto does sit on the shore of a Great Lake, even if it's just cute little Lake Ontario with its itty bitty white caps. Lake Huron was also beautiful, the weekend we were out there - eerie though, so empty of islands, so calm, the shoreline landscape so different. Swimming in strong smooth waves, suspended over the bottom of polished stone, ruby sun sinking straight through the horizon, clear hot summer sky darkening like a fresh bruise overhead. Behind my outward strokes; sand beach below crumbling cliffs, cedar trees holding the soil back from gravity. Swimming outdoors, for me, leaves no spiritual space between my body and the natural world. Though I've never met any, I think I understand why dolphins seem so happy. And yet, I had the irrational urge to head towards the horizon, back to Superior. I'm not serene smooth waves, temperate clime, sparkling sand and clear skies inside. Inside I'm rolling rough old granite, lichen and moss, slate coloured water and kilometers on end of green isolation. I was reminded of that this morning, sitting on the crest of the hill in warm morning sun while I waited for the bus. I love looking on the harbour in the winter when everything seems the colour of cold; the shadow blue Giant sleeping sentry over the tumbled multi-toned ice, the frost blue sky with an icy ghost of a moon over my shoulder. My imagination starts to run on pioneer towns on jovian moons, strange colored ices and perpetually frozen landscapes, the sky full of sibling satellites and giant planets. I wish I could create the landscapes in my head somehow, for real.
But sometimes, flesh is my favourite element.
I miss school a lot right now. I miss filling my brain with bits of biology and chemistry.
Now, back to the regularly scheduled exmess preparation.
Last night was pretty decent. I really enjoyed Mr. Something Something; they put on a good show, especially when you were up and dancing. Which I certainly was, along with everyone else from our table at various points (excepting Scott). I'm sure I'll go out to see them again. Apparently I also have to try the pizza at this Jack's place, the one that includes pesto and honey. I'm skeptical, but I'll do it - sans fromage, of course. I wish I had the money to drop on a cd, but being without access to my bank account has limited my spending to what I can borrow. So I rather appreciated the bartender not making me pay for my juice when I went up to settle. While I was enjoying myself quite a bit, there were a few moments of social confusion, and not everything went quite the way some people might have been hoping. The T(oo)M(uch)I(nfo) line was also crossed a few times, but I think that's what happens when you hang out with a bunch of shameless people. And I almost quite literally mean hang out. It was amusing, though, to watch songofparadise's friend Evan trying for a while to figure out whom was sleeping with whom; especially as none of us are, with anyone else who was there - though there was an inordinate amount of breast grabbing and photographing going on. But the hottest part of the evening was definitely taking pictures of lockedindream washing beer out of songofparadise's hair in the washroom. Oh yeah. I nearly lost my voice from dancing and singing along last night. That's mostly worn off by now, despite still being a little dehydrated, so I just have a nice husky, burnt velvet sort of effect going on. Well, at least that's how I sound in my own head.
The night before last, I had a very Ender's Game-esque dream, except with adolescents and young adults instead of children. I don't remember much except for the bit just before I woke up. I was just a little older than I am now, and the commander of my combat/espionage school's team. Instead of one school, there were four major schools internationally, each with their own team that competed with each other. And on earth, not in space (so no zero gravity in my dream, unfortunately). I had been there since starting at the school at twelve, and I was about to graduate. My school had some sort of bird as our symbol - a raven or hawk, I think. We were the highest standing school of the four. The only action in the dream I recall was being in our school's dining hall, which was very bright and clean - all glass and metal and hard white surfaces. I was just kicking my team out to go get ready for a practice, and felt a slightly bad because I had intended to let them take a little longer for lunch, but I had to go over some last minute plans for something. Then pedxing came into the hall, which was weird, because he was not with the school. I woke up shortly after that. It was kind of a neat feeling dream.
I'm glad Toronto does sit on the shore of a Great Lake, even if it's just cute little Lake Ontario with its itty bitty white caps. Lake Huron was also beautiful, the weekend we were out there - eerie though, so empty of islands, so calm, the shoreline landscape so different. Swimming in strong smooth waves, suspended over the bottom of polished stone, ruby sun sinking straight through the horizon, clear hot summer sky darkening like a fresh bruise overhead. Behind my outward strokes; sand beach below crumbling cliffs, cedar trees holding the soil back from gravity. Swimming outdoors, for me, leaves no spiritual space between my body and the natural world. Though I've never met any, I think I understand why dolphins seem so happy. And yet, I had the irrational urge to head towards the horizon, back to Superior. I'm not serene smooth waves, temperate clime, sparkling sand and clear skies inside. Inside I'm rolling rough old granite, lichen and moss, slate coloured water and kilometers on end of green isolation. I was reminded of that this morning, sitting on the crest of the hill in warm morning sun while I waited for the bus. I love looking on the harbour in the winter when everything seems the colour of cold; the shadow blue Giant sleeping sentry over the tumbled multi-toned ice, the frost blue sky with an icy ghost of a moon over my shoulder. My imagination starts to run on pioneer towns on jovian moons, strange colored ices and perpetually frozen landscapes, the sky full of sibling satellites and giant planets. I wish I could create the landscapes in my head somehow, for real.
But sometimes, flesh is my favourite element.
I miss school a lot right now. I miss filling my brain with bits of biology and chemistry.
Now, back to the regularly scheduled exmess preparation.