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so very lazy
Oct. 16th, 2002 02:11 amI'm tired. But, that's not really very shocking. It's been a long weekend, which I will be writing about tomorrow. Other than that, I've peektures for all of you.
( boo! yah! BOO YAH! )
( boo! yah! BOO YAH! )
Oct. 16th, 2002
my weekend
Oct. 16th, 2002 04:27 pmFriday:
A short chemotherapy appointment with my mother. At first, the doctor didn't want to give her a treatment at all. But, she is very stubborn (wonder where I get it from? Now you know.) and insisted upon having it.
Later on, I met up with the Engineer, the Wee Ninja, and an import from the west Coast (Crazy Robot Guy). We went to see Red Dragon, which I had been anticipating for quite some time. It was a toss up between that and One Hour Photo and the decision ultimately came down to CRG, as he had already seen Red Dragon and we were unsure as to whether or not he'd wish to see it again.
One Hour Photo was veto'ed (though strangely enough, it's not playing in hardly ANY theaters around here). Wemble was also supposed to be in attendence, but she FORGOT. A lot of shit talking surrounded this revelation, but off we went despite this.
I'm sitting on the wall outside the movie theatre, whilst everyone is inside getting their tickets. Sitting, smoking, and doing what little goths do when no one's looking. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot a Wemble trying to be stealthy. Apparently, she's come to this theatre to see a completely different movie with a completely different set of friends.
Cell phone wackiness ensues. We go our separate ways, but make plans to meet up later.
Red Dragon. Hmm. How shall I put this?
ASS.
That's how I shall put this. A metric fuckton of ASS. *seethes* The only good part of the movie was seeing Edward Norton take his shirt off.
After the movie, we head outside to meet up with Wemble and her posse. She meets me at the door to let me know that the Cheshire Cat and his best friend are outside. gah. I have issues. And these issues will not be conquered any time soon.
I go to say hello to Cheshire and his best friend, who had previously been cool with me, pulls the "I snub you, whore of Babylon" behaviour by walking past me without saying one fucking word. Asshat. Screw you. I don't want to deal with this.
Diner. Food. Giggling. My bad mood is lifted. We head off on a journey to see the house with a tree growing out of it, as apparently they don't have things like this in California. ;)
Saturday:
Comes too soon, as I've been up half the night. And now I'm expected to get out of bed at the crack of fucking dawn to travel two hours for a Renn Faire. Blar! It's supposed to rain, but we're all a bit unsure as to the when's and the how much's and the where's. So, we head off anyway.
But, not after I take this goofy photo of the Engineer in his ever-so-swank hat:
( Why are you wearing your hat? Because I don't want to hold it. )
The Engineer and I meet up with a large amount of traffic, which causes me to begin flipping people off out the window whenever my wrath has been incurred. Which is often. The both of us are really running on fumes, so the intellligence quotient in the car is at an all time low. As we get into the more countryside-esqe areas, my side of the conversation is frequently interspersed with "COW!" or "GOAT!"
The Renn Faire was well...a Renn Faire. Though I did manage to get some more interesting photos.
( the woodchip memorial )
( The Engineer buys a sword )
( Oops the blacksmith's demonstration on product redesign. )
( and me, hating the world at general because I had to be up at the crack of dawn. )
All in all, a fairly good day.
Sunday:
The Engineer is doing a presentation on Anton LaVey, for our weekly witchy meeting. He wanted it to be very dramatic and even had music (O Fortuna) cued up to begin his presentation, but the Amazing Larry managed to fuck this up. hee! I came home to take photos of the cats, because I'm a big dork.
( The Tink! )
( The Emperor, Nympho )
A short chemotherapy appointment with my mother. At first, the doctor didn't want to give her a treatment at all. But, she is very stubborn (wonder where I get it from? Now you know.) and insisted upon having it.
Later on, I met up with the Engineer, the Wee Ninja, and an import from the west Coast (Crazy Robot Guy). We went to see Red Dragon, which I had been anticipating for quite some time. It was a toss up between that and One Hour Photo and the decision ultimately came down to CRG, as he had already seen Red Dragon and we were unsure as to whether or not he'd wish to see it again.
One Hour Photo was veto'ed (though strangely enough, it's not playing in hardly ANY theaters around here). Wemble was also supposed to be in attendence, but she FORGOT. A lot of shit talking surrounded this revelation, but off we went despite this.
I'm sitting on the wall outside the movie theatre, whilst everyone is inside getting their tickets. Sitting, smoking, and doing what little goths do when no one's looking. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot a Wemble trying to be stealthy. Apparently, she's come to this theatre to see a completely different movie with a completely different set of friends.
Cell phone wackiness ensues. We go our separate ways, but make plans to meet up later.
Red Dragon. Hmm. How shall I put this?
ASS.
That's how I shall put this. A metric fuckton of ASS. *seethes* The only good part of the movie was seeing Edward Norton take his shirt off.
After the movie, we head outside to meet up with Wemble and her posse. She meets me at the door to let me know that the Cheshire Cat and his best friend are outside. gah. I have issues. And these issues will not be conquered any time soon.
I go to say hello to Cheshire and his best friend, who had previously been cool with me, pulls the "I snub you, whore of Babylon" behaviour by walking past me without saying one fucking word. Asshat. Screw you. I don't want to deal with this.
Diner. Food. Giggling. My bad mood is lifted. We head off on a journey to see the house with a tree growing out of it, as apparently they don't have things like this in California. ;)
Saturday:
Comes too soon, as I've been up half the night. And now I'm expected to get out of bed at the crack of fucking dawn to travel two hours for a Renn Faire. Blar! It's supposed to rain, but we're all a bit unsure as to the when's and the how much's and the where's. So, we head off anyway.
But, not after I take this goofy photo of the Engineer in his ever-so-swank hat:
( Why are you wearing your hat? Because I don't want to hold it. )
The Engineer and I meet up with a large amount of traffic, which causes me to begin flipping people off out the window whenever my wrath has been incurred. Which is often. The both of us are really running on fumes, so the intellligence quotient in the car is at an all time low. As we get into the more countryside-esqe areas, my side of the conversation is frequently interspersed with "COW!" or "GOAT!"
The Renn Faire was well...a Renn Faire. Though I did manage to get some more interesting photos.
( the woodchip memorial )
( The Engineer buys a sword )
( Oops the blacksmith's demonstration on product redesign. )
( and me, hating the world at general because I had to be up at the crack of dawn. )
All in all, a fairly good day.
Sunday:
The Engineer is doing a presentation on Anton LaVey, for our weekly witchy meeting. He wanted it to be very dramatic and even had music (O Fortuna) cued up to begin his presentation, but the Amazing Larry managed to fuck this up. hee! I came home to take photos of the cats, because I'm a big dork.
( The Tink! )
( The Emperor, Nympho )
slid through my memory
Oct. 16th, 2002 04:58 pmDunder headed, me. I've managed to totally forget that The Priest They Called Him gave me a sack of birthday goodness on Sunday. Belated, mind you. But, a sack of birthday goodness nonetheless.
It included:
* a book about Saint Dymphna, which I had never seen before in my life
* an illustrated Lives of the Saints
* a Saint Peter's cross? I think that's what it was. It's keen and pretty, no matter what.
and...the best present of all:
( Back! Foul creature of the night! )
It included:
* a book about Saint Dymphna, which I had never seen before in my life
* an illustrated Lives of the Saints
* a Saint Peter's cross? I think that's what it was. It's keen and pretty, no matter what.
and...the best present of all:
( Back! Foul creature of the night! )