Sometimes it takes a friend who you're mad at.
"Hey um? What's going on? You're acting very un-BB like."?
He was correct. I had lost my way. Part of it was definitely him induced, but part of it was a bigger issue. One that revolves around some certain key truths.
A couple of years ago I decided I needed to go on a journey of change. Like any fool's journey (hero's journey?) the end goal was a self actualization and realization. Along the way I was going to ask some totem spirits for help-specifically, I was going to bring butterfly (who is very much an agent of change). And so I poured through the interweb to find any assorted type of butterfly, tribal butterfly, totemic Alaskan butterfly, bread-n-butterflies that I might find so that I could go get me a tat. be_elzebe was like 'um that's... interesting. I think it is great that you are going to challenge gender stereotypes by getting such a traditionally girly tattoo. (don't put it on the small of your back bro... - is what she said) I never got the tat. I went on the journey without the need of the helper spirit manifest in ink. Or maybe I put it off for 2 years while I dated someone and didn't actually try for the realization and actualization that was supposed to occur.
Now they have black light sensitive ink and I was considering doing a tadpole in regular ink and a frog in black light. (though a tadpole does looks a lot like a sperm) (or a caterpillar, tribal black light butterfly- but it might be mistaken for a tequila worm)
Stephanie (the girl in the crush) says I should just get a tequila bottle. (that's a more modern agent of change, my words, not hers). Is the metamorphosis the tequila bottle undergoes, the one of full to empty? or it is the metamorphosis of spirit that the tequila brings out?
I didn't tell the friend why I was mad at him. I explained why other things were making my mood so sour though, and in doing so did some good old fashioned soul searching and re-evaluating.
Muh if it wasn't for google tool bar's spell checker, you'd have no idea what I was typing. (of course you may have no idea what I'm typing anyways.)
I'm still looking for words of 'encouragement' for my co-worker who chickened out of going to the burlesque show, so if you want to tell him something, I'll forward the message. (We did shots tonight, it was his first time doing tequila shots! I broke another tequila shot cherry! I'm ... so... proud!)
We watched Run Lola Run and Memento tonight (was there a theme for movie night? probably if you dig deep enough or if you were an English Major, or maybe if you recognize freaking good movies for what they are, it slaps you across the face like a pair of prosthetic nutsacks that can be used for any number of different things.
(I have to learn to link to other people's quotes so all these BRILLIANT references I'm making make more contextual sense)
The tequila got re-stocked, the sickness has been chased away. (though I wasn't able to try Maximillian's suggested cold remedy- much to my dismay!) The bb was reminded of the bb code (not unlike the pirate code- more like guidelines), the friend's flakeyness was somewhat foregiven.
I have 15 days till the halloween party to figure out if I can make a frylock costume.
"Hey um? What's going on? You're acting very un-BB like."?
He was correct. I had lost my way. Part of it was definitely him induced, but part of it was a bigger issue. One that revolves around some certain key truths.
A couple of years ago I decided I needed to go on a journey of change. Like any fool's journey (hero's journey?) the end goal was a self actualization and realization. Along the way I was going to ask some totem spirits for help-specifically, I was going to bring butterfly (who is very much an agent of change). And so I poured through the interweb to find any assorted type of butterfly, tribal butterfly, totemic Alaskan butterfly, bread-n-butterflies that I might find so that I could go get me a tat. be_elzebe was like 'um that's... interesting. I think it is great that you are going to challenge gender stereotypes by getting such a traditionally girly tattoo. (don't put it on the small of your back bro... - is what she said) I never got the tat. I went on the journey without the need of the helper spirit manifest in ink. Or maybe I put it off for 2 years while I dated someone and didn't actually try for the realization and actualization that was supposed to occur.
Now they have black light sensitive ink and I was considering doing a tadpole in regular ink and a frog in black light. (though a tadpole does looks a lot like a sperm) (or a caterpillar, tribal black light butterfly- but it might be mistaken for a tequila worm)
Stephanie (the girl in the crush) says I should just get a tequila bottle. (that's a more modern agent of change, my words, not hers). Is the metamorphosis the tequila bottle undergoes, the one of full to empty? or it is the metamorphosis of spirit that the tequila brings out?
I didn't tell the friend why I was mad at him. I explained why other things were making my mood so sour though, and in doing so did some good old fashioned soul searching and re-evaluating.
Muh if it wasn't for google tool bar's spell checker, you'd have no idea what I was typing. (of course you may have no idea what I'm typing anyways.)
I'm still looking for words of 'encouragement' for my co-worker who chickened out of going to the burlesque show, so if you want to tell him something, I'll forward the message. (We did shots tonight, it was his first time doing tequila shots! I broke another tequila shot cherry! I'm ... so... proud!)
We watched Run Lola Run and Memento tonight (was there a theme for movie night? probably if you dig deep enough or if you were an English Major, or maybe if you recognize freaking good movies for what they are, it slaps you across the face like a pair of prosthetic nutsacks that can be used for any number of different things.
(I have to learn to link to other people's quotes so all these BRILLIANT references I'm making make more contextual sense)
The tequila got re-stocked, the sickness has been chased away. (though I wasn't able to try Maximillian's suggested cold remedy- much to my dismay!) The bb was reminded of the bb code (not unlike the pirate code- more like guidelines), the friend's flakeyness was somewhat foregiven.
I have 15 days till the halloween party to figure out if I can make a frylock costume.
sid:
what kind of computer? i think i can get this one running smoothly again. i think it's the shitty charger i have that's making it fritz, but i've been looking for a pc i can upgrade into something decent for gaming. (i need my silent hill)
kwizzle:
It definitely did go better yesterday. Thanks for the well-wishes 