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mrsronweasley) wrote2002-11-05 10:59 pm
mrsronweasley) wrote2002-11-05 10:59 pm
On Two Sorts of Men:
Sort One: The Dead English Men Who Almost Blew Up The Parliament
Sort Two: The Really Glittery Boys In Skirts and/or Hot Pants
Yes, all of these will figure into today's entry.
Welcome.
Quick, where is this from?
"Maybe they're just celebrating bonfire night early! It's not till next week, folks!"
Ha! Bonfire night! Now I know what that is!
So, for you silly Americans (*huggles her silly Americans*), here's an explanation: there once was a man named Guy Fawkes, who tried to blow up the Parliament. But he didn't quite succeed. Instead, what he got was torture in a tower, being drawn & quartered, and, finally, burned at the stake. Oh, and a whole day to celebrate his little muck-up, complete with fireworks, bonfires, parades and Lots and Lots of people who wave torches in your face and think that playing with fire is Safe. W00t!
No, but seriously, we all went out to a neighboring town today to do whatever it is that people do here, and actually had fun ("actually" because I was dead tired and hungry and at one point someone from the parade threw a torch down on the ground and it landed right at my boot and made me unhappy. Thank god the ground was wet.) In any case, the parade would have been fun had we not been worrying about the seven-year-olds carrying torches (whose bright idea was that?) or inhaling constant smoke. After the parade moved away from where we were, we practically ran down the street to get the hell away from it (way too many people in one place), and then somehow ran into Owen, an American guy who lives directly below me and is in my Glow Boy class ("Sensation and Perception", what?). It was very very good that we did. He brought a sense of light-heartedness to the whole thing, and we ended up having a really great night.
For instance. We were waiting for the second part of the parade to pass, and were just talking about the fact that he had a slight Southern accent, when the parade moved closer and I said: "Look, burning crosses!" Owen turned towards it, gave a fond sigh, and said: "Ah, heritage!.."
Give me a moment. I'm still laughing my ass off. That kid is too much.
After that, an old man passed with his grandson, and he was just explaining to his grandson exactly what this day means and why they're carrying this and that, when we decided to join in the conversation and he explained it all to us quite nicely. ("Grandpa, read me a story!") Then he told us where to go for the bonfire. After that, we went down, and I was just debating going back home (due to the danger of having to wait forEVER for a train back and being a cranky and hungry bitch) when I was convinced to stay (sorta...I was thinking that I could miss the fun part) and we all went down to the food tents, got food (mmmm, burger and tea...and this was a good burger, none of that greasy speck of meat a la McDonald's), talked, and then walked down towards the bonfire.
That was rather disappointing, since the wind made it impossible to light one side of it (the one we were looking at...) and then it got plain dangerous, since the whole thing started to lean to the side too much. That was when Marie and I split, because we were both tired and wanted to go home before the mass exodus. But, overall, it was definitely a lot of fun. I'm glad I went.
Now...
The name should give it away, folks. It was wild. Gay couples, lesbian couples, many, many people in various states of undress, starting with jeans and t-shirts, going on to "honey, you should use a little less foundation, but I do like that way you did the boobs!", ending with "wait, what is that piece of leather supposed to cover? Oh, no, wait, that's tape..." - really really awesome.
We danced, and it was so much fun. We went with Marie's friend Luke, who was just inexplicably happy and dancing the night away. He's also one of those very very affectionate people who kiss you on the cheek even if it's the second time you've seen them (like with me), and is just very adorable. Of course, Marie is still planning on having a "boundaries" talk with him, because she is just not a touchy-feely person at all...it's funny. Very very amusing.
Speaking of Marie (when am I not?..), she's a really good dancer. She does the whole raving thing, and it's very very cool. Bah. At one point, I could almost pretend that we were dancing together, but that was only due to limited space and being forced to. Alas. Alasalasalas. I dressed up, though - it was fun. I even - gasp! - used a hallmate's makeup - eye shadow and mascara. I know. Impressive. The combination of a pretty velvety maroon dress with spaghetti straps and black calf-length docs is just too amusing for me. I liked the way I looked, though. That's always a nice thing.
In any case, it was definitely out there - they even had little stages where people danced - boys in bondage, transvestites, girls kissing... It was fantabulous. And dancing always makes it even more fun. I didn't drink, because I had decided to save my money, but if I ever go there again (and should you be here then?...) I probably will. Heh. And you really should, J. It would be way too much fun!
Then Marie and I got a cab and went home. I got home and had bread and milk. And damn, was it good. It's the little things...
Oh, and Things Liz Learned When Writing Her (Goddamned) Essay:
- if you haven't written an academic paper since the beginning of your freshman year, it will be HARD
- the fact that it is only 2,000 words will not make it any less so
- you will HATE Hume by the time you're done with him
That is all.
Love to all. No, really. But a few of you in particular, and you should really know who you are. ;)
Mwahahahahahahaa...
*MWAH!*
Sort Two: The Really Glittery Boys In Skirts and/or Hot Pants
Yes, all of these will figure into today's entry.
Welcome.
Quick, where is this from?
"Maybe they're just celebrating bonfire night early! It's not till next week, folks!"
Ha! Bonfire night! Now I know what that is!
So, for you silly Americans (*huggles her silly Americans*), here's an explanation: there once was a man named Guy Fawkes, who tried to blow up the Parliament. But he didn't quite succeed. Instead, what he got was torture in a tower, being drawn & quartered, and, finally, burned at the stake. Oh, and a whole day to celebrate his little muck-up, complete with fireworks, bonfires, parades and Lots and Lots of people who wave torches in your face and think that playing with fire is Safe. W00t!
No, but seriously, we all went out to a neighboring town today to do whatever it is that people do here, and actually had fun ("actually" because I was dead tired and hungry and at one point someone from the parade threw a torch down on the ground and it landed right at my boot and made me unhappy. Thank god the ground was wet.) In any case, the parade would have been fun had we not been worrying about the seven-year-olds carrying torches (whose bright idea was that?) or inhaling constant smoke. After the parade moved away from where we were, we practically ran down the street to get the hell away from it (way too many people in one place), and then somehow ran into Owen, an American guy who lives directly below me and is in my Glow Boy class ("Sensation and Perception", what?). It was very very good that we did. He brought a sense of light-heartedness to the whole thing, and we ended up having a really great night.
For instance. We were waiting for the second part of the parade to pass, and were just talking about the fact that he had a slight Southern accent, when the parade moved closer and I said: "Look, burning crosses!" Owen turned towards it, gave a fond sigh, and said: "Ah, heritage!.."
Give me a moment. I'm still laughing my ass off. That kid is too much.
After that, an old man passed with his grandson, and he was just explaining to his grandson exactly what this day means and why they're carrying this and that, when we decided to join in the conversation and he explained it all to us quite nicely. ("Grandpa, read me a story!") Then he told us where to go for the bonfire. After that, we went down, and I was just debating going back home (due to the danger of having to wait forEVER for a train back and being a cranky and hungry bitch) when I was convinced to stay (sorta...I was thinking that I could miss the fun part) and we all went down to the food tents, got food (mmmm, burger and tea...and this was a good burger, none of that greasy speck of meat a la McDonald's), talked, and then walked down towards the bonfire.
That was rather disappointing, since the wind made it impossible to light one side of it (the one we were looking at...) and then it got plain dangerous, since the whole thing started to lean to the side too much. That was when Marie and I split, because we were both tired and wanted to go home before the mass exodus. But, overall, it was definitely a lot of fun. I'm glad I went.
Now...
The name should give it away, folks. It was wild. Gay couples, lesbian couples, many, many people in various states of undress, starting with jeans and t-shirts, going on to "honey, you should use a little less foundation, but I do like that way you did the boobs!", ending with "wait, what is that piece of leather supposed to cover? Oh, no, wait, that's tape..." - really really awesome.
We danced, and it was so much fun. We went with Marie's friend Luke, who was just inexplicably happy and dancing the night away. He's also one of those very very affectionate people who kiss you on the cheek even if it's the second time you've seen them (like with me), and is just very adorable. Of course, Marie is still planning on having a "boundaries" talk with him, because she is just not a touchy-feely person at all...it's funny. Very very amusing.
Speaking of Marie (when am I not?..), she's a really good dancer. She does the whole raving thing, and it's very very cool. Bah. At one point, I could almost pretend that we were dancing together, but that was only due to limited space and being forced to. Alas. Alasalasalas. I dressed up, though - it was fun. I even - gasp! - used a hallmate's makeup - eye shadow and mascara. I know. Impressive. The combination of a pretty velvety maroon dress with spaghetti straps and black calf-length docs is just too amusing for me. I liked the way I looked, though. That's always a nice thing.
In any case, it was definitely out there - they even had little stages where people danced - boys in bondage, transvestites, girls kissing... It was fantabulous. And dancing always makes it even more fun. I didn't drink, because I had decided to save my money, but if I ever go there again (and should you be here then?...) I probably will. Heh. And you really should, J. It would be way too much fun!
Then Marie and I got a cab and went home. I got home and had bread and milk. And damn, was it good. It's the little things...
Oh, and Things Liz Learned When Writing Her (Goddamned) Essay:
- if you haven't written an academic paper since the beginning of your freshman year, it will be HARD
- the fact that it is only 2,000 words will not make it any less so
- you will HATE Hume by the time you're done with him
That is all.
Love to all. No, really. But a few of you in particular, and you should really know who you are. ;)
Mwahahahahahahaa...
*MWAH!*
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I'm glad your first Guy Fawkes night was at least okay. :)
Fruitiness sounds mad but fun.
Essays are eeeeeeeevil, particularly if you're out of practise. I don't blame you for hating Hume, either, heh.
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mad bu fun - yes. very mad and very fun. *grins*
*sappy perv love*
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Also, I've decided you need to watch Queer As Folk, for it is also very mad and very fun. And sweet and funny, and about 2895328975847268027 times better than the US version (apparently).
*much sappy perv love*
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HOw did you go that long without having to write a paper?!?!?!?!? shit. maybe a small liberal arts college was a bad choice. i had to write a 10 page fucking paper in my java programming class. everything was about papers. i am in shock. i am jealous. i am still in shock. waaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh...
okay, i am a little better.
and i must go to wild fruit night. it sounds like the dyke ball (biggest party of the year at my school) only with the added fun of men!!! we will go. i will bring my huge rainbow glitter fake eyelashes... it will be good. but the name of the night makes me want to dress like carmen miranda and that can *not* happen.
Owen sounds like a trip. heheheheh...
and a point to you for working the quote in. you are *such* a geek. and we love you for it.
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lots and lots of psych classes... i had to catch up, since i only started the whole psych major thing in my second year, so...yeah. lots and lots of tests, and very very few papers. hence, my inability to write them. which pisses me off. argh.
rainbow-colored eyelashes? they would love you! ;) and, no, i will not let you dress up as carmen miranda. that's a big no-no. you will not look like her. *g* i have to find out when there's one in march/april...heheh... whoopeee!
you are *such* a geek.
excuse me. not a geek. a dork. there's a difference. i don't wear plaid shirts lined with pocket protectors. i don't do math. lol. but i am one of the biggest dorks you'll meet. ;)