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synnoveaevael) wrote2009-05-11 09:12 am
synnoveaevael) wrote2009-05-11 09:12 am
I could say it was a good day.
I had a very nice weekend. Friday, we saw Star Trek. Now admittedly, I am *NOT* a good nerd for many reasons. I do not particularly care for the Star Wars or the Star Trek. But, having not lived under a rock for my entire life, I have managed to be able to quote both series without actually, seeing them. For I am nerdy through osmosis of my friends. Jim made me watch episodes 4, 5 & 6 of Star Wars (I'd seen 1, 2, & 3 in the movies). Granted, I'm pretty sure I'd seen all of them at some point, but just not at once. I mean. I did live through the 80s.
As for Star Trek, I'd done a pretty good job avoiding most of it. Except the Tribble episode. And I do enjoy a good shouting of KHAAAANNNNNNN. However, this movie was delightful! It was paced well, the new Kirk was a funnie lil' fucker (and what preeettty eyes) and Sylar was epic as Spock. Seeing Harold (of & Kumar) as Sulu made me giggle too.
Good times, yo.
Anyrate.
Saturday, we (okay, *I*) got up stupid late. Found out that there was a Celtic Festival and decided to go. Ran into many a SCAdian and Havenite. Andrew got me a necklace that matches my Celtic earrings that I adore. He also got himself a Utilikilt. *rawr* Oooh, he requires cuddles. *hold*
Where was I?
Right right. After the Celtic Festival, Ruth was hosting a BBQ (omgwtf) at the Haven. So Andrew & I got some fixins, and he manned the grill. I made sure the rum was properly monitored. After some fun bardic action, we went inside, were all conversation ceased for the dulcet tones of Babylon 5. I worked on my D&D character. Ahh. Nerdery.
Sunday, we woke up, and decided that such a lovely day was not to be completely wasted. We went to the store, and got picnic fixins (fruit, sammitches) and went to the scenic overlooked and ate. It was awesome! So pretty yesterday. I got sunburned from it, of course. I'm going to unearth my picnic basket from my closet and throw some sunscreen in there, for future usage. After the picnicking, we hit up the Haven, where I watched Ocean's 11 and vegged on the couch, all sleepie-like. Then we went out to dinner, for Indian food. Which apparently, the "baby mild" shit is way too effin spicy for me. NO DISASSEMBLE. Bad things. Although I had this coconut raisin nut bread which was like, so effin delicious. NOMNOMNOM.
I demanded ice cream for my poor mouth. So we went to Maggie Moo's. After that, we were so bloatedly full, we came back to the house, and vegged in front of the teevee. Once Andrew passed out, I poked him to come upstairs, where he slept and I watched My Cousin Vinny before passing out around 11:30.
My body alarm went off at 6:30 (I tell you people I don't USUALLY sleep a lot. I just go to bed stupid late) and I laid in bed trying to go back to sleep till around 8 and said fuck it. And have been dicking around ever since. Which is why you people get an extensive "this is what I did this weekend" update (*cough*, here something to read, Art, *cough*).
Today, once my cute boy gets up, we are going to drop his car off at the dealership (the clutch, she is unhappy) and join a gym! (YAY) and possibly go find me a new purse (Mine is far too large, I keep finding things to carry around with me. I think it weighs 12 pounds now? My CAT weighs that.), however that is not even remotely a priority. I also want to hit up The Drawing Board for some nice artist pencils. I'm sketching out the design to woodburn into the door of the yurt. Vines. Go figure.
I have these weird lumps on my skull again. I get this pea sized one whenever I stress or something. I think it's a ligament. But now I have a big ol' egg between that and my ear, and THAT actually hurts. Ow! I think my bronchitis has not helped these matters. Coughing is a bitch. But I'm pretty much almost over that. It's amazing how quick that goes away when you don't live with a person who smokes in the house all the effin time. Oh, speaking of, I talked to her cheerfulness (my mother, fyi) for the Mother's Day. She is... cheerful. Lies, she was crankie and "her migraines are acting up" and she had just gone swimming and she sounded about as cheerful as a box of rocks. I tried, yo. I dunno no mores. She wants me to move to Florida. NO. NO NO NO. Sorry to my Floridians.
Hmm. I think that is enough. Kudos to you if ya read this. With it's no links. And no pictures. Oh, I will have to do a picture post at some point. I have a shit ton of a couple of pix here and there to post.
As for Star Trek, I'd done a pretty good job avoiding most of it. Except the Tribble episode. And I do enjoy a good shouting of KHAAAANNNNNNN. However, this movie was delightful! It was paced well, the new Kirk was a funnie lil' fucker (and what preeettty eyes) and Sylar was epic as Spock. Seeing Harold (of & Kumar) as Sulu made me giggle too.
Good times, yo.
Anyrate.
Saturday, we (okay, *I*) got up stupid late. Found out that there was a Celtic Festival and decided to go. Ran into many a SCAdian and Havenite. Andrew got me a necklace that matches my Celtic earrings that I adore. He also got himself a Utilikilt. *rawr* Oooh, he requires cuddles. *hold*
Where was I?
Right right. After the Celtic Festival, Ruth was hosting a BBQ (omgwtf) at the Haven. So Andrew & I got some fixins, and he manned the grill. I made sure the rum was properly monitored. After some fun bardic action, we went inside, were all conversation ceased for the dulcet tones of Babylon 5. I worked on my D&D character. Ahh. Nerdery.
Sunday, we woke up, and decided that such a lovely day was not to be completely wasted. We went to the store, and got picnic fixins (fruit, sammitches) and went to the scenic overlooked and ate. It was awesome! So pretty yesterday. I got sunburned from it, of course. I'm going to unearth my picnic basket from my closet and throw some sunscreen in there, for future usage. After the picnicking, we hit up the Haven, where I watched Ocean's 11 and vegged on the couch, all sleepie-like. Then we went out to dinner, for Indian food. Which apparently, the "baby mild" shit is way too effin spicy for me. NO DISASSEMBLE. Bad things. Although I had this coconut raisin nut bread which was like, so effin delicious. NOMNOMNOM.
I demanded ice cream for my poor mouth. So we went to Maggie Moo's. After that, we were so bloatedly full, we came back to the house, and vegged in front of the teevee. Once Andrew passed out, I poked him to come upstairs, where he slept and I watched My Cousin Vinny before passing out around 11:30.
My body alarm went off at 6:30 (I tell you people I don't USUALLY sleep a lot. I just go to bed stupid late) and I laid in bed trying to go back to sleep till around 8 and said fuck it. And have been dicking around ever since. Which is why you people get an extensive "this is what I did this weekend" update (*cough*, here something to read, Art, *cough*).
Today, once my cute boy gets up, we are going to drop his car off at the dealership (the clutch, she is unhappy) and join a gym! (YAY) and possibly go find me a new purse (Mine is far too large, I keep finding things to carry around with me. I think it weighs 12 pounds now? My CAT weighs that.), however that is not even remotely a priority. I also want to hit up The Drawing Board for some nice artist pencils. I'm sketching out the design to woodburn into the door of the yurt. Vines. Go figure.
I have these weird lumps on my skull again. I get this pea sized one whenever I stress or something. I think it's a ligament. But now I have a big ol' egg between that and my ear, and THAT actually hurts. Ow! I think my bronchitis has not helped these matters. Coughing is a bitch. But I'm pretty much almost over that. It's amazing how quick that goes away when you don't live with a person who smokes in the house all the effin time. Oh, speaking of, I talked to her cheerfulness (my mother, fyi) for the Mother's Day. She is... cheerful. Lies, she was crankie and "her migraines are acting up" and she had just gone swimming and she sounded about as cheerful as a box of rocks. I tried, yo. I dunno no mores. She wants me to move to Florida. NO. NO NO NO. Sorry to my Floridians.
Hmm. I think that is enough. Kudos to you if ya read this. With it's no links. And no pictures. Oh, I will have to do a picture post at some point. I have a shit ton of a couple of pix here and there to post.
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