Winging It (or, More Bad Poetry)

Whippoorwills
While away where they will;
Winging and and whirling they wind.

Flighty and fleet,
Full of frolicking feats,
Frisky and fancy, you'll find.

Thanksgiving pt. 2

A very belated update, on my part. I've taken the opportunity to use my break to be a bum and sit around an home eating take-out Chinese and playing computer games. I went with Nick to his parents house for Thanksgiving, since I had Thanksgiving with my parents the weekend before. We took our dog along because he gets cooped up alone at home allot. I met Nick's aunt Judy, who was visiting, and even though there were already four pies, Nick and I had planned on making some, so we made a pecan and a rhubarb pie. They turned out fantastic. I'd never had rhubarb pie before and I'd been wanting to try it because it's Nick's favorite. I'm not too keen on tart pies, but it wasn't bad. I think my big mistake was eating pecan pie first which made the rhubarb extra tart. I took my camera with me, but only managed to take one picture of Nick looking very tired, because he was sick.

Hello, I'm Still Alive

I don't know if I picked it up from Nick, or what, but lately I've been skipping between hobbies. For a while I would spend a chunk of time reading every night before I went to bed and browse Amazon endlessly in a mission to produce THE LARGEST WISH LIST THE WORLD HAS EVER KNOWN!!! Then I started having shopping sprees at Michael's, browsing works on devianart and dabbling with acrylics, water colors, and vector art.

Ever since the release of Halo 2, I've spent all my my free time gaming. I don't know what it is about video games that sucks my attention to the point that I'm oblivious to everything else, but there you have it. I am a gaming zombie, and I need fresh pixels to feed to my insatiable undead eyeballs. The Nintendo DS (Dual Screen) was released yesterday, and I ran out and bought it because I've been set to pee myself from excitement every day of this month, straight, with a sprinkle of urinary impulses spread across the month before that. I love my DS, I just wish I had money to buy a game for it. At least it came with a demo.

Being a dork aside, I actually did something this weekend. I drove to San Antonio to visit my parents so I could spend Thanksgiving with my boyfriend. Bad timing. The stay itself was fine. In fact, my mom decided to have impromptu Thanksgiving Sunday instead. It was the drive down that was horrendous. I didn't bother checking the weather before I left, and I dealt with 15 minutes of rain so hard that I could literally not see the road. I even tried exiting the highway, but I couldn't see anything past the exit ramp and I was worried about accidentaly driving off the road and getting stuck in mud, so I got right back on, because at least that way I was guided by the lights of the car in front of me. The drive back had severe weather warnings, too, and I was so paranoid about dealing with a downpour again, I drove back way too fast for roads that wet and brakes as run down as mine are.

You Should Give it a Shot

Ladies and gentlemen, it's been a rough week. I've been sniped, grenaded, and betrayed. I've been blown up, beat down, and plowed aside. I've been shot at, run over, and tossed out of planes. I've guarded my flag against enemies, defended my home against invaders, and penetrated enemy defenses at the risk of my life. I've neglected my blog and have done nothing at all. Ladies and gentlemen, for the past week I have been playing Halo 2.

I Voted, and All I Got Was This Lousy President.

So the election isn't quite a done deal, but even with a tie, I'm not expecting much from the House of Representatives.

This Christmas, I'm asking Santa for a Philosopher King.

I Voted, and All I Got Was This Lousy Sticker.

Eventually I did head out to the polling place, boyfriend in tow.
I feel accomplished, somehow...like I've just passed some rite of passage. Yesterday I was a child, today I am a voter (and I will forever be a dork.)

p.s. It's getting cold out, and I don't like that at all.

I choose you, Pikachu!

I thought there was some law against reporting election results before all polling locations had closed so as not to influence voters on the west coast. Either I'm wrong, or the good people of the Associated Press are naughty, naughty lawbreakers.

Regardless, at this point I've not yet gone to vote; that will be my exciting after work activity. Aside from the presidential hopefuls, I know squat about the general election candidates. I hate the idea of making an uneducated decision, but going to the polls and not voting on everything on the ballot also galls me. I can't find anything more than a list of candidate names, and trying to look up stances for each one is enough to make me tear my hair out. Oh, comprehensive site, come to me!

Greek Aurant v.2

Saturday I went to a Greek restaurant with Nick's family for his dad's birthday. Everyone seemed to be in a good mood, so I had a fun time. I'm glad I went. The food was very similar to our favorite Greek place before it changed management (we called it the Greek Aurant due to burnt out lights on the sign.) We suspect the original owners may have started up this new restaurant.


Nick's mom is really pretty, and in this picture, she also really drunk.


With Nick. I like this one better than our posed picture because it's animated.

Who Ya Gonna Call?

I went out last Friday and didn't feel like spending money a mediocre costume, so I just threw on a tank and a short skirt with a mesh prom underskirt and dragonfly wings, and I was a pixie! I went to a big haunted house with Alisha and Walker, but I was pretty unimpressed. I think I just have high expectations because Alisha was constantly screaming. She told us after that whenever she goes into a haunted house, she starts to wonder if there's maybe this one real psycho hiding out there. I wish I'd thought of that, because I would've freaked out more, and it would have been more fun that way.

I had a crappy martini, and a watered down Long Island Ice Tea, but sometime along the night Alisha and I got some decent stuff and stumbled around downtown a little drunk while Walker laughed and told us we were dorks. What made my night more than anything was Walker's costume. He was a Ghostbuster, and the costume came with an inflatable photon pack, and every few minutes some drunk person would yell "Hey! Ghostbuster!" "Who ya gonna call?!" "Look! It's a fucking Ghostbuster!" Everyone was just so excited about it. It still didn't top his costume from last year, though. He'd bought some weird cloth zebra-head mask from Goodwill, but everyone kept calling him a giraffe. It was silly.