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ontologyToday my bicycle finally acquired a name.
I spent much of the afternoon at the library with Sarah, Hannah, and Victoria (Alessandra left yesterday to spend Pascha -- Orthodox Easter -- in Maine with her family), except for the part I spent doing yard-work (not entirely voluntarily, but Sarah and Hannah stopped to chat after church and Caroline stopped to chat and play with Leandra whilst walking her dogs), and the other part I spent running an errand to get sugar, and ask about hair dyeing materials at Sally's. The errandy bit was interesting, as it involved me on a bicycle dodging things and being berated roundly by the-voice-in-my-head (which has weirdly taken on many characteristics of Spike's; don't even ask) and, alack, getting my first tan of the season. I shall have to be more vigilant with the sunscreen after this.
Anyway, I attained a bag of sugar and rode downtown to the library with the bag dangling off my handlebars and thudding awkwardly hither and thither. I had my satchel with me, of course, but it was full to bursting with hardcover books for the library, and therefore not much help. We met up in the midst of the stacks and poked books at each other and were not very good at being quiet. I found some stray books, and Sarah found an Angel novelisation which amused us greatly. Later we wandered downstairs to watch the children while Mrs M went to the supermarket, with Sarah and some assorted youngsters. Hannah and Victoria and I somehow got onto the topic of The Death Of Moony The iPod, or The Cruel Murder Of Moony The iPod, depending on whom one asks, which turned into plotting out a murder mystery game in which we solve the mystery of Moony's untimely death and pretend to be other people and have silly names (I am Winifred Partridge, grieving -- so far as we know -- fiancée of the late Irving Podsworth; also I am probably a vampire, which is wont to cause trouble as the late Mr Podsworth was, as most of you know, a wereipod werewolf). Frodo-the-action-figure, for reasons only partially known, is a major participant in the proceedings.
There was then the traditional migration to Hockman's, and, as we headed out the door, several of us said "Quickly, to the Angelmobile, away!" nearly in unison, which resulted in a group effort to quote the entire monologue from memory. ("And prancing away like a magnificent poof is truly thanks enough!") Hopping aboard my bicycle, I had an epiphany, and cried out, "I've got it! I've been trying to name my bicycle for ages, and from now on, it shall be known as -- THE ANGELMOBILE!" Agreement and hilarity ensued. (And it's all true. I've been scrambling after a name for some time, as I've got to call it something when I'm shouting at it. I thought briefly about Serenity, but my bicycle could only be called such by the blackest of irony, as it has attempted to kill me on several occasions. The Angelmobile suits its crotchety personality and delusions of grandeur, and my sense of geekery and fangirlism OH SHUT UP.) This distraction enabled us to lose Sarah, who called a minute or two later from Hockman's scolding us for not being there. We scolded her for not being here, and I managed the feat of bicycling one-handed while eating an apple: rather suavely, I might add.
Then we bought a lot of chocolate, and the following dialogue also ensued.
Then someone got to singing "Early One Morning" and I put my hands over my ears and attempted to eat Victoria. We're a lot of ridiculous geeks, we are. (Fortunately, so are the proprietors of Hockman's, so they aren't terribly worried.)
I bicycled home quite happily (despite "Rest in Peace" remaining firmly lodged in my head, forcing me to sing it out loud all the way home), satisfied with having had a great deal of exercise, and cosied up with a book and my newfound chocolate and the window wide open with the breeze coming in and Solas' live album (preparation!), with breaks in between to bake peanut butter cookies and eat some of them.
I am very fond of Saturdays.
I spent much of the afternoon at the library with Sarah, Hannah, and Victoria (Alessandra left yesterday to spend Pascha -- Orthodox Easter -- in Maine with her family), except for the part I spent doing yard-work (not entirely voluntarily, but Sarah and Hannah stopped to chat after church and Caroline stopped to chat and play with Leandra whilst walking her dogs), and the other part I spent running an errand to get sugar, and ask about hair dyeing materials at Sally's. The errandy bit was interesting, as it involved me on a bicycle dodging things and being berated roundly by the-voice-in-my-head (which has weirdly taken on many characteristics of Spike's; don't even ask) and, alack, getting my first tan of the season. I shall have to be more vigilant with the sunscreen after this.
Anyway, I attained a bag of sugar and rode downtown to the library with the bag dangling off my handlebars and thudding awkwardly hither and thither. I had my satchel with me, of course, but it was full to bursting with hardcover books for the library, and therefore not much help. We met up in the midst of the stacks and poked books at each other and were not very good at being quiet. I found some stray books, and Sarah found an Angel novelisation which amused us greatly. Later we wandered downstairs to watch the children while Mrs M went to the supermarket, with Sarah and some assorted youngsters. Hannah and Victoria and I somehow got onto the topic of The Death Of Moony The iPod, or The Cruel Murder Of Moony The iPod, depending on whom one asks, which turned into plotting out a murder mystery game in which we solve the mystery of Moony's untimely death and pretend to be other people and have silly names (I am Winifred Partridge, grieving -- so far as we know -- fiancée of the late Irving Podsworth; also I am probably a vampire, which is wont to cause trouble as the late Mr Podsworth was, as most of you know, a wereipod werewolf). Frodo-the-action-figure, for reasons only partially known, is a major participant in the proceedings.
There was then the traditional migration to Hockman's, and, as we headed out the door, several of us said "Quickly, to the Angelmobile, away!" nearly in unison, which resulted in a group effort to quote the entire monologue from memory. ("And prancing away like a magnificent poof is truly thanks enough!") Hopping aboard my bicycle, I had an epiphany, and cried out, "I've got it! I've been trying to name my bicycle for ages, and from now on, it shall be known as -- THE ANGELMOBILE!" Agreement and hilarity ensued. (And it's all true. I've been scrambling after a name for some time, as I've got to call it something when I'm shouting at it. I thought briefly about Serenity, but my bicycle could only be called such by the blackest of irony, as it has attempted to kill me on several occasions. The Angelmobile suits its crotchety personality and delusions of grandeur, and my sense of geekery and fangirlism OH SHUT UP.) This distraction enabled us to lose Sarah, who called a minute or two later from Hockman's scolding us for not being there. We scolded her for not being here, and I managed the feat of bicycling one-handed while eating an apple: rather suavely, I might add.
Then we bought a lot of chocolate, and the following dialogue also ensued.
ME: [has song stuck in head] Sarah, sing something!
SARAH: ?
ME: Sing something! Anything! Right now!
SARAH: Let me rest in peace / Let me get some sleep / Let me take my love and bury it in a hole six foot deep --
ME: ARGH THAT WAS THE SONG I WAS TRYING TO GET OUT OF MY HEAD ALL DAY, YOU TWIT.
SARAH: [smirks with the air of the well-practised smirker]
SARAH: ?
ME: Sing something! Anything! Right now!
SARAH: Let me rest in peace / Let me get some sleep / Let me take my love and bury it in a hole six foot deep --
ME: ARGH THAT WAS THE SONG I WAS TRYING TO GET OUT OF MY HEAD ALL DAY, YOU TWIT.
SARAH: [smirks with the air of the well-practised smirker]
Then someone got to singing "Early One Morning" and I put my hands over my ears and attempted to eat Victoria. We're a lot of ridiculous geeks, we are. (Fortunately, so are the proprietors of Hockman's, so they aren't terribly worried.)
I bicycled home quite happily (despite "Rest in Peace" remaining firmly lodged in my head, forcing me to sing it out loud all the way home), satisfied with having had a great deal of exercise, and cosied up with a book and my newfound chocolate and the window wide open with the breeze coming in and Solas' live album (preparation!), with breaks in between to bake peanut butter cookies and eat some of them.
I am very fond of Saturdays.
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Date: 2008-04-20 06:25 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-04-21 01:52 am (UTC)Thankee! I wanted brightness, and have suddenly become fixated with polka dots, oh dear.
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Date: 2008-04-20 02:01 pm (UTC)Oh, how do you find friends that are so much like you? :D I'm sure they're here where I live, just hiding downtown in the big non-branch library, eating cookies and wearing berets. They're somewhere, I just haven't found them yet.
I love reading your posts so much! ^_^ <3
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Date: 2008-04-21 01:51 am (UTC)Heh, not so much. There are long stretches of nothing and/or ick between the excitingly clever things I post about.
Oh, how do you find friends that are so much like you?
Magic, pretty much. Happenstance. The internet. (Sarah I met on Sonlight about five years ago, back when we were still on the Kids' Forum. Our mothers also knew each other via Sonlight. Our families got together a couple of times, and then we ended up moving to their town. *nods* It's my best internet story ever.) Everyone else, I've mostly met through Sarah and her family. I've been looking for these sorts of people for years. So, yes, yours are absolutely somewhere, waiting for you to find them. Or waiting to find you.
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Date: 2008-04-21 11:40 pm (UTC)Oh, and I sent you a letter. Not just wrote it. Sent it. ^_^ My mom put a stamp on it, and I'm pretty sure she put it in the mailbox today. I have to admit I put the lyrics to my most favorite song (the most beloved lines of it no less) on the back of the envelope, and then to my horror I realized I probably ruined it's specialness for myself because FIVE THOUSAND MAIL PEOPLE ARE PROBABLY GOING TO READ IT. XD Sorry. I'm being a selfish folkgeek again. (Has the term folkgeek been used before? I think it describes us perfectly though, haha).
Augh, my play! I feel like ranting about it.:P I'm exhausted and am beginning to wish I never decided to try my hand at being a thespian. There's so many lovely people there that my heart has fallen so deeply for, but I feel as though there's almost some sort of wall between them and me. I don't think I could ever really go places with them or do anything like most people do. I feel so different from them, and I don't know how to just ask them to go somewhere with me, even though I often desire that sort of companionship. I'm awkward, I realize. :P
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Date: 2008-04-22 02:45 am (UTC)Yay, a letter! I love getting things in the post, although I'm really, really horrible about sending letters myself -- seriously, I've got to have tons and tons of unfinished letters decomposing in my bedroom. :D If only there were non-postal ways to send them. My friend Alessandra and I are playing the letter game (which is sort of like a chain story by back-and-forth fictional letters -- unless you know that already, I can't remember if it was you I explained it to or not :p), and when we weren't emailing the letters, we'd stick them in the hole of a tree in front of her house. If only I could stick letters into holes in trees and they'd just get sucked into giant cross-continental tubes and spurt out into other people's mailboxes. Or trees. :p
There's so many lovely people there that my heart has fallen so deeply for, but I feel as though there's almost some sort of wall between them and me. I don't think I could ever really go places with them or do anything like most people do. I feel so different from them, and I don't know how to just ask them to go somewhere with me, even though I often desire that sort of companionship. I'm awkward, I realize. :P
Awww, darling, that's exactly how I am. I used to not call people because I had -- and still sort of do have -- NO IDEA what kind of things people do together, and therefore no idea of what to ask them to do with me. It's taken a while for me to get as comfortable and organic with people as I've managed to get recently. It's wicked hard. It helps to have something that you naturally do together anyway, particularly over a long period of time -- and sometimes that leads to other things, and then suddenly you fit together and the awkwardness (mostly) goes away. (Gorblimey, am I ever glad that I'm not dating.) I don't know, the best I can say is that -- it gets easier with time? I don't even know. :p
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Date: 2008-04-20 06:19 pm (UTC)Moony was not murdered. *nodnod*
Okay, I'm back to watching The Clan (TM). :P
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Date: 2008-04-21 01:48 am (UTC)That's what you say. *raises eyebrows significantly*
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Date: 2008-04-20 06:30 pm (UTC)I think I might have died laughing somewhere in reading all of this, and I don't even watch Buffy or Angel. Hee!
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Date: 2008-04-21 10:15 pm (UTC)And I thought that was just me. ;)
I'm pretty much insanely jealous now. Not only do your parents frequent Internet forums and take you to music festivals, but you also moved to a town where there are also sorts of lovely, geeky people. Not fair.
(You made this icon, didn't you? Hee.)