Graven.
The last few days have seen me get progressively more ill at ease with my environment.
On the one hand, as Ontinia and I walked around town, I told her about the episode of Spongebob that I saw somewhere last week or two. I thought it was her sister's since I can't think I was anywhere to watch Spongebob other than there. Whatever. The episode was when Barnacle Boy decided to join forces with the bad guys and what struck me as funny was the news brief about their 'exploits.' This is what came out of that conversation.
My idea (sorta) brought to life by my best friend who totes stayed the night with me last night.
Anyway... I guess I feel slightly better after that. I think my foul mood is brought about by suddenly being alone again. Whatev. It is ten to midnight- not exactly the happiest hour of the day. Meh.
The last day has been pretty good, though. Ontinia came out at about three in the afternoon, just in time for me to take care of the animals. She gave me moral support as I lugged the buckets of water around. Goodness I am out of shape that I can't carry ten gallons of water. I couldn't even carry 5 gallons, I split it between two buckets. I'm lame that way. Afterward we let my labrador out and went for a short walk to the bridge and back, then I opened her mind to the magic that is Vislor Turlough.
That's right, we watched Mawdryn Undead.
She said he was alright. I said I loved him hard. She didn't quite share my enthusiasm, but I think she still thinks he is a little cute. (y/y/y/y?) After that... I believe we locked up my dog and went to town for Chinese food. Which was good, but not great. It was not a restaurant I have ever been too, and she assured me it was not as good as usual. Afterward we went to Walgreens to further our nefarious deeds.
When we came home, both of us were incredibly tired, her for the reason that she had been up since four that morning. Somehow, despite that, we stayed up for at least another hour, getting decidedly sillier as time went on. Finally I left her in my room and I slept on my parent's bed. That was a disaster in my mind. Their mattress is hard, mom's expensive memory foam pillow is uncomfortable, and the mattress itself does not smell enough like stale cigarettes (my mattress does, yes, but because I traded beds with my brother and sister-in-law.) Coupled with their room being so cold and the blankets being not-mine, I just didn't sleep well. When Ontinia got up at seven to go to the bathroom I laid in bed for a short while then gave up and crawled up against my soft nicotine-stained pillowtop and eventually fell back asleep as she used my laptop for the internet then her own to write something.
After dreaming about taking care of the horses and finding a huge-ass crocodile who then tried to eat me and which I could only escape by flying away-then changing my mind and deciding to become a rocket ship headed for outer space- I gave up on the sleeping and we watched videos on youtube and wrote our separate stories. At noon she closed hers and said that we had to do something, anything. I reluctantly agreed.
So what did we do today? Well, it's best explained in this picture that her mother took this afternoon after I had taken care of the animals again and delivered eggs, collected my recycling and did the dishes.
First off, yes, that is me. Please, no autographs.
Secondly, no, I did not dye my hair blue. Ontinia did it for me. It seemed natural since she is the one who dyed my hair purple back in August. We had been discussing doing this for months as my once-dazzling purple had faded to a rather disgusting pink. My hair is naturally quite blond- I've had people yell at me angrily for dying my hair- but I have to do it, I have to act out in some way. Other people have drink, have sex, smoke, get tattoos, piercings, or join cults. Me, I dye my hair bright colors and write fanfiction. It's what I do.
Admittedly, it is quite dark... I've also decided, in light of my current Turlough-love, I will consider going natural ginger at some point. But next I must do green. I started Red (looked pink) then the purple (faded pink) and now blue (which will probably fade pink since I still have pink underneath.) But I am fast running out of colors... we'll have to wait and see.
Anyway, after doing the tour, we went back to her house where she was reunited with her wifi, I was reunited with some blankets and pillows, and we enjoyed a couple of hours of quiet as she typed and I tried to not fall asleep while I was thinking of fanfiction, with my eyes closed, on the couch. After a while she suggested a walk to which I readily agreed. However, the temperature had dropped and the wind had risen, and as we walked we realised that man, it was cold. Enter the roommate, who happened to be coming home then. We told her of our plight and lo- she had a sweatshirt and a parka in her car. So I walked in her oversized parka, feeling quite awesome. We made it to the end of the alley when the other roommate and quarter of our group pulled in. After talking to her for a moment or two, we split company as Ontinia and I discussed things some more, including said macro.
errand ran and back at home, we had kebabs (which were pretty good) and had a continued The Big Bang Theory marathon. At ten thirty we split ways and I came home, changed into my pajamas and got comfortable in my bed with my laptop...
...when I remembered the chickens hadn't been locked up yet.
So I guess that's kind of how it goes; things are great until you are outside in your gym shorts in thirty degree weather, locking up livestock.
I kind of can't wait until dad gets home and he can take care of his hobby again without my having to even acknowledge that we have two horses, fifty chickens, four cats and a labrador (that and, as much as it kills me to admit it, I kind of genuinely miss that poor confused man.)
On the one hand, as Ontinia and I walked around town, I told her about the episode of Spongebob that I saw somewhere last week or two. I thought it was her sister's since I can't think I was anywhere to watch Spongebob other than there. Whatever. The episode was when Barnacle Boy decided to join forces with the bad guys and what struck me as funny was the news brief about their 'exploits.' This is what came out of that conversation.
My idea (sorta) brought to life by my best friend who totes stayed the night with me last night.
Anyway... I guess I feel slightly better after that. I think my foul mood is brought about by suddenly being alone again. Whatev. It is ten to midnight- not exactly the happiest hour of the day. Meh.
The last day has been pretty good, though. Ontinia came out at about three in the afternoon, just in time for me to take care of the animals. She gave me moral support as I lugged the buckets of water around. Goodness I am out of shape that I can't carry ten gallons of water. I couldn't even carry 5 gallons, I split it between two buckets. I'm lame that way. Afterward we let my labrador out and went for a short walk to the bridge and back, then I opened her mind to the magic that is Vislor Turlough.
That's right, we watched Mawdryn Undead.
She said he was alright. I said I loved him hard. She didn't quite share my enthusiasm, but I think she still thinks he is a little cute. (y/y/y/y?) After that... I believe we locked up my dog and went to town for Chinese food. Which was good, but not great. It was not a restaurant I have ever been too, and she assured me it was not as good as usual. Afterward we went to Walgreens to further our nefarious deeds.
When we came home, both of us were incredibly tired, her for the reason that she had been up since four that morning. Somehow, despite that, we stayed up for at least another hour, getting decidedly sillier as time went on. Finally I left her in my room and I slept on my parent's bed. That was a disaster in my mind. Their mattress is hard, mom's expensive memory foam pillow is uncomfortable, and the mattress itself does not smell enough like stale cigarettes (my mattress does, yes, but because I traded beds with my brother and sister-in-law.) Coupled with their room being so cold and the blankets being not-mine, I just didn't sleep well. When Ontinia got up at seven to go to the bathroom I laid in bed for a short while then gave up and crawled up against my soft nicotine-stained pillowtop and eventually fell back asleep as she used my laptop for the internet then her own to write something.
After dreaming about taking care of the horses and finding a huge-ass crocodile who then tried to eat me and which I could only escape by flying away-then changing my mind and deciding to become a rocket ship headed for outer space- I gave up on the sleeping and we watched videos on youtube and wrote our separate stories. At noon she closed hers and said that we had to do something, anything. I reluctantly agreed.
So what did we do today? Well, it's best explained in this picture that her mother took this afternoon after I had taken care of the animals again and delivered eggs, collected my recycling and did the dishes.
First off, yes, that is me. Please, no autographs.
Secondly, no, I did not dye my hair blue. Ontinia did it for me. It seemed natural since she is the one who dyed my hair purple back in August. We had been discussing doing this for months as my once-dazzling purple had faded to a rather disgusting pink. My hair is naturally quite blond- I've had people yell at me angrily for dying my hair- but I have to do it, I have to act out in some way. Other people have drink, have sex, smoke, get tattoos, piercings, or join cults. Me, I dye my hair bright colors and write fanfiction. It's what I do.
Admittedly, it is quite dark... I've also decided, in light of my current Turlough-love, I will consider going natural ginger at some point. But next I must do green. I started Red (looked pink) then the purple (faded pink) and now blue (which will probably fade pink since I still have pink underneath.) But I am fast running out of colors... we'll have to wait and see.
Anyway, after doing the tour, we went back to her house where she was reunited with her wifi, I was reunited with some blankets and pillows, and we enjoyed a couple of hours of quiet as she typed and I tried to not fall asleep while I was thinking of fanfiction, with my eyes closed, on the couch. After a while she suggested a walk to which I readily agreed. However, the temperature had dropped and the wind had risen, and as we walked we realised that man, it was cold. Enter the roommate, who happened to be coming home then. We told her of our plight and lo- she had a sweatshirt and a parka in her car. So I walked in her oversized parka, feeling quite awesome. We made it to the end of the alley when the other roommate and quarter of our group pulled in. After talking to her for a moment or two, we split company as Ontinia and I discussed things some more, including said macro.
errand ran and back at home, we had kebabs (which were pretty good) and had a continued The Big Bang Theory marathon. At ten thirty we split ways and I came home, changed into my pajamas and got comfortable in my bed with my laptop...
...when I remembered the chickens hadn't been locked up yet.
So I guess that's kind of how it goes; things are great until you are outside in your gym shorts in thirty degree weather, locking up livestock.
I kind of can't wait until dad gets home and he can take care of his hobby again without my having to even acknowledge that we have two horses, fifty chickens, four cats and a labrador (that and, as much as it kills me to admit it, I kind of genuinely miss that poor confused man.)