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A Dinner Too Fancy, A Day Too Strange
Nov. 6th, 2005 07:28 pmSo I'm in a weird mode. It always happens after the bead show, and Jungle Jim's, and the long drive. I feel tired and restless and it takes forever to get rid of it. I had a really awesome dinner (pork, green bean casserole, sweet potatoes, and rosemary bread) and an awesome lunch (Jungle Jim's food) and a nice nap (minus the getting-woken-up-by-shitty-rap-on-the-radio-being-blasted-at-me-by-Laura). But... I feel... bad. Again. Hopefully it'll be gone tomorrow.
So... yeah, this is a great story, kind of, if you're strange like me. So, a few days ago I was talking to someone about how I used to collect Pokemon cards in grade school, and that I still have mine (and so did this other person, who will remain nameless to save their image a little). (On a random tangent, they need to stop coming out with sets of Pokemon. Honestly, they're on like, the fourth one. DUDE. 300 was more than enough!) Anyway, then I randomly watched Pokemon on my half-day off (which was when I determined that they need to stop making them up). And on Friday at our "retreat" I played the instrumental "A Legend Comes to Life" from Pokemon the Movie 2000 because it's just a rock-on cool song. AND SOMEONE ELSE RECOGNIZED IT! Of course, my friends had to call me a nerd. (Just for reference, I don't own ANY Pokemon shirts anymore, Josh. Yes, I know I said "anymore" which implies that at one time I had one. Or several. But yes, add that to my list of nerd shirts.) Last night I had this rock-on awesome dream which randomly involved the Pokemon trading cards, and I decided to hijack the plot of my dream and use it to write a legitimate story, because I just could not degrade myself that much by writing Pokemon Fanfiction at this point in time. (THAT deserves an LOL.) The plot was SO COOL. Yeah, so continuing the fact that I am on crack... today at the bead show I saw these painted porcelain beads (which are very popular, all the styles from China/Japan), painted as Pokeballs. I laughed, and thought about how Pokemon was just having this little party in life this week... so I got some. I now have about 30 little ceramic Pokeball beads that I have no plans for at all. I was figuring I might be able to make some money by making jewelery and selling it to little punk-kid fans who don't have a clue... but probably not. They'll just sit around forever until I actually need them. (Yeah, right.)
I also got the awesomest most random bead ever. It's ceramic, hand-painted... It's a bright blue cow with orange spots. Oh, yeah. It's so awesome, you don't even know how awesome it is. =^n.n^=
By the way, the retreat went well, but it could have gone better. A lot of people who needed to be there weren't, and then chastised it afterward. Seriously folks, don't be a douchebag, or I'm going to have to stop talking to you. You're hurting my brain too much. THE WAY YOU THINK DOES NOT MAKE SENSE.
[This has been a public service announcement from Diane's Body When It Feels Like It's On Crack, aka, DBWIFLIOC. {ACRONYYYMMMMMS!}]
So... yeah, this is a great story, kind of, if you're strange like me. So, a few days ago I was talking to someone about how I used to collect Pokemon cards in grade school, and that I still have mine (and so did this other person, who will remain nameless to save their image a little). (On a random tangent, they need to stop coming out with sets of Pokemon. Honestly, they're on like, the fourth one. DUDE. 300 was more than enough!) Anyway, then I randomly watched Pokemon on my half-day off (which was when I determined that they need to stop making them up). And on Friday at our "retreat" I played the instrumental "A Legend Comes to Life" from Pokemon the Movie 2000 because it's just a rock-on cool song. AND SOMEONE ELSE RECOGNIZED IT! Of course, my friends had to call me a nerd. (Just for reference, I don't own ANY Pokemon shirts anymore, Josh. Yes, I know I said "anymore" which implies that at one time I had one. Or several. But yes, add that to my list of nerd shirts.) Last night I had this rock-on awesome dream which randomly involved the Pokemon trading cards, and I decided to hijack the plot of my dream and use it to write a legitimate story, because I just could not degrade myself that much by writing Pokemon Fanfiction at this point in time. (THAT deserves an LOL.) The plot was SO COOL. Yeah, so continuing the fact that I am on crack... today at the bead show I saw these painted porcelain beads (which are very popular, all the styles from China/Japan), painted as Pokeballs. I laughed, and thought about how Pokemon was just having this little party in life this week... so I got some. I now have about 30 little ceramic Pokeball beads that I have no plans for at all. I was figuring I might be able to make some money by making jewelery and selling it to little punk-kid fans who don't have a clue... but probably not. They'll just sit around forever until I actually need them. (Yeah, right.)
I also got the awesomest most random bead ever. It's ceramic, hand-painted... It's a bright blue cow with orange spots. Oh, yeah. It's so awesome, you don't even know how awesome it is. =^n.n^=
By the way, the retreat went well, but it could have gone better. A lot of people who needed to be there weren't, and then chastised it afterward. Seriously folks, don't be a douchebag, or I'm going to have to stop talking to you. You're hurting my brain too much. THE WAY YOU THINK DOES NOT MAKE SENSE.
[This has been a public service announcement from Diane's Body When It Feels Like It's On Crack, aka, DBWIFLIOC. {ACRONYYYMMMMMS!}]
