Captain's Log: 2005.05

05.26.05: Coffee Is Essential Here

This drawing of Vash the Stampede is taking forever to complete. I had to restart twice because first my brother spilled pop on it and the second time he scribbled all over one of the corners of his trenchcoat. That is not terribly exciting though. On Saturday I saw Spongebob at the mall. Then I got myself locked out of the house. I did grab a key before I left but for some reason the lock was jammed rather tightly. So that is how I ended up spending some quality time outside over the weekend. I thought about scaling the wall to climb onto the deck but I remembered that door was probably locked too. It is just a good thing I have some skill opening locks from having too much free time in middle school. The whole ordeal still took a bit longer than I would have liked because I had to stop whenever a car drove by.

Ho hum. The senior's award assembly caused my legs to atrophy and generally wither away before my eyes. I found out that the magnets on my bracelet caused the second hand of my watch to move slower than usual. I was sitting in the gym staring at a watch hand that moved every three seconds while thinking that, considering the circumstances, it was probably right. It was a right Shame that I could not draw with the pen I had but there was a teacher sitting right behind me. They could have at least let us stand up once every forty minutes, the buggers. The frequency of any intellectual thoughts hit this week's low.

So, on the car ride home I attempted to enjoy the cushioned seat while my mum talked loudly to express her feelings on my tardiness in getting to the car. Yes everyone, I am aware all I do is wrong and forever will be. Somehow I think I may just be able to live despite my knowledge of this. Whew, I almost spilled pop on a pile of CDs. That is the only soda I get until the weekend so spilling it would be catastrophic.

Absolutely all I want to do right now is sleep or sip on a milkshake. Unfortunately, I severely doubt that a milkshake will appear in front of me anytime soon. My mornings really should not be starting until two. My school gets out at ten forty tomorrow so I would be able to get a nap but God threw a haircut at me. Apparently I look like a shaggy dog when my front hair pokes into my eyes. Gosh, people are always boosting my self esteem.

You cannot make a man by standing a sheep on its hind legs. But by standing a flock of sheep in that position you can make a crowd of men.

Max Beerbohm (1872 - 1956)

05.27.05: Lather and Rinse

My hair is now two inches shorter and you can perceive my eyes once more. I give it a week and a half until it is back to its old self. Somehow it lightened even further today, but I guess with all my other quirks this does not surprise me much. This summer is going to be difficult but I am asphyxiating from the wait.

Probably should have started the paragraph with that last sentence. Oh screw the rules of grammar; it seems like so few follow them anymore with all the alternating capitalization and god-awful spelling. It is taking an increased effort to remind myself that is just some people doing it and I should not go about loathing civilization. Not for that singularity, anyway.

Any man who afflicts the human race with ideas must be prepared to see them misunderstood.

H. L. Mencken (1880 - 1956)

05.29.05: So Freezing

Even with this blanket I still feel like I am out in the windy rain. Today I went to this strange rock festival. Originally I was going to make other plans because I am not incredibly crazy about rock music, but I decided to on the spur of the moment. I thought it would be amusing to watch all the strange chain bearing and combat boot wearing people stumble back and forth. My presumptions were quite accurate.

Almost as soon as I got there I walked into a boy I had not seen since I was so very small. He was one of the small groups of people that dressed normally. I recognized a few others, but no one I really wanted to spark a conversation with. It had been drizzling since I arrived but two hours into it the rain came pouring down. I was cold, wet and hungry in a place full of strangers, mud and loud music. Bet I could write a paper showing how that could be a parallel to life.

At one point I managed to find myself in the middle of the general crowd. Of course, that was when the mosh pit started. Wow, those people really went at each other. The ones with all the piercing jobs were incredibly lucky to still have them all after it broke up. I am glad I was able to get to the outskirts of the ring before the mud appeared. Lots of people were throwing pop bottles into the air too, and a couple of them were mostly full. Least they did not throw the glass bottles. More grass was flying above me than rooted below, though.

It was a way to spend the day. For some reason I never did get very wet; it was like the rain kept missing me. Which caused me to stand out even more amongst the black clothes and spiked rainbow hair. Guess that makes me the honored freak of freaks for the day. Then again, I am out of place no matter where you put me.

Never advise anyone to go to war or to marry.

Spanish Proverb

All ramblings of Erica Feggestad 2000-2008