Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Duck. Duck. Duck. Duck. Duck. Duck. Duck. GOOSE!

Some friends and I were at a restaurant today. We were talking about a bunch of things, and somehow the old game Duck duck goose came up. Man, I used to love that game

I remember sitting there in a circle, awaiting the person to come around.
Duck.
He's getting closer
Duck. Duck.
I hope he picks me.
Duck. Duck.
Holy shit he's right there. Is he gunna pick me?
Duck.
One person away. Get ready to run in case I'm chosen.
Duck.
I wasn't chosen. (Oh the dissapointment)
Duck. Duck.
Will this kid ever stop?
Duck.
He's been around the cirlce twice already.
Duck. Duck. Duck.
He's coming around again.
Duck. Duck.
Maybe he'll choose me this time.
Duck. Duck. Duck.
But maybe he won't. I bet he'll choose Sally. He likes her.
Duck.
But still.
Duck.
There's the small chance
Duck.
He'll
Duck.
Pick
Duck.
Me.
GOOSE!

My head is tapped and I wildly scramble to get up while he makes his way around the circle. I have to catch him I have to speed up. I need to get him before he sits down in my spot! Faster and faster I go, skidding on the carpeted floor around the circle of my wide-eyed pupils watching the heated chase. Closer, closer, I'm almost there, I can almost touch him I can almost feel his clothing against my fingerti-
BAM.
He crashes to the floor with a thunderous sound. He wins. He takes my spot. It's now my turn. The only question is...

Who will I choose?

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

Good Luck & Good Riddance. “Screw You Guys, I'm Going Home”

So we had to write our grad messages. Ya know, those lovely parting words put in the yearbook next to your name as a remembrance of your high school years. They usually end up looking something like HYALL. GR8TMES. THX2: KS,SK,FR,TF,RD,BT,DR. HS WAS CHILL YALL. GDLCK 2 EVRY1. PEACE OUT.

All the ugly spelling bothers me to no end. Yes I know you wish to abbreviate things to fit in as much as possible, but geese. I will admit though, it is insanely hard to compress 5 years of memories into 200 characters. There's so much I want to say, and well, just not enough room to fit it. However, I finally managed to scrunch it all up and squueze in most of what I wanted to say into 200 characters.

Finally! I never thought this would come fast enough but I can’t believe it’s here. Too many good times to single any out, but I heart* you all. Good Luck & Good Riddance. “Screw You Guys, I'm Going Home”

And those my friends, are my parting words.

* It was actually sposta be the "less than" sign avec le 3, however their stupid coding shit wouldnt let me put that for some reason. So I changed it to the word heart, but it's supposed to be the "lessthan3" sign signifying a heart. pch.

Sunday, May 15, 2005

Better than doing nothing? Definately. Better than hoolahooping in the freezing cold? Hard to say.

Yes, yes I know, the writing has been sparse, and I apologize (Cassie) for the lack of interesting posts.

Anyways, I was away this weekend at my country place. On the way up I started to regret my decision to go. No TV, no movies, no games, no computer, no phone, no technology except my stereo and my CDs. So pretty much nothing to do except listen to music. So of course I was bored at first, but my sister and I played some cards and I am proud to say I kicked her ass in Rummy 3 times in a row.

The main thing that redeemed the entire weekend (the first time, because the weekend was redeemed a few times that night) was Saturday's supper. An insanely delicious barbeque supper. A steak, cooked just right thanks to my Uncle, with baked potatoes, with of course sour cream and whatever else on it. It was all so freaking good I was dying. That was the best meal I've had in awhile. Yumm...

I mentioned that other things redeemed the evening also. Well, later on my uncle was nice enough to drive my sister and I to the store so we could get some Vodka Ice Poppers. So that definitely helped make the stay more enjoyable.

And the horrible weather actually kind of cleared up so we were able to have a fire outside. Which was cool. I love fire.

Later on, we went for a walk looking for my cousin so her mom wouldn’t have to walk around looking for her. So we grabbed our drinks and off we went with our other 10-year-old cousin coming along. We found her and her friends chilling out in the grass talking, so we sat down and joined them. They were all around 12-14, so my sister and me were the older cooler ones. I tried to explain that the way we were acting was normal for us, but I'm sure they thought we were drunk. It was hilarious though. Everything we did or said was interesting and funny. It's not like with my friends when I talk and say something dumb they're just like "OK shut up." These kids were sopping up everything I said. It was hilarious! I was like ahha I am queen. It made me laugh. I know this story seems like it has a point but it doesn't. I'm just writing because I was being complained to about lack of posts and this seemed like something to write about. Although now that I look back at it, it seems awfully boring. So let’s spice it up.
Ok and then while we were talking a huge BEAR came out of the woods and ATE one of her friends! So first I started laughing but then I was like oh shit wait that's a bear. So I shoved one of the ugly kids at it while the rest of us took off. We reached an open area when a UFO came out of nowhere and beamed us all up into a spaceship! So there we all were in this huge room when this purple squiggly thing came in and was all like "shppppeeeeglurklpumpliviblegfstreeplmeezenifger" and I was all like "woah dude, we don't speak alien" and it was all like "oops my mistake" and I was like "dude that’s better cuz I was ready to kung-fu your ass." So then we had a conversation cuz it wanted to know how can openers worked. After that it gave us all candy and let us go. By then it was like 1 am or something and we were all like "woah I'm tired" so we went back to my aunts place to sit at the fire.

AND THAT WAS MY NIGHT FOLKS.











Actually, I was lying. That’s not all true.

The alien gave one of the kids an anal probe, except I was asked not to mention it.

But I can’t lie.

Monday, May 02, 2005

Aha, Advanced drawing skills...

So I was discussing my advanced drawing skills with a good ol friend of mine, which reminded me of a comic strip I used to draw. The Adventures Of Stickman. So I dug up one I had redrawn on the comp for her. It makes me laugh, and since I was being chastised for not posting, I decided I would share it on here for whoever the hell feels like popping by and checking this out. So here it is. One of the strips from The Adventures Of Stickman:

The Adventures Of Stickman. Copyright Braeden. Don't Touch Bitch.

and p.s. To whoever wrote the comment on the spelling of cruel. It's spelled that way on purpose. Kind of to add to the stupidity of the comic. Get it? No? Ok go home.