scrawls.

scrawls

still cheaper than therapy*

30.8.04

never start an arms race with a pacifist. Karma, bitch.

aw, man - i was hoping Angelina was the Sky Captain. Nope, it's Jude Law. *sigh*

Canoeing was good. we had a long, long week - party on tues., which we had to clean like mad for, anyway, and weds we put together the pool table and we never have any time on thursdays and then friday was busy with the softball game all nite and the roof drama and work drama and nothing canoe-related was even vaguely organized until friday afternoon or so. And even then. But. the river was running nicely fast, so we didn't have to paddle hardly at all, and with the lovely, perfect, best-purchase-ever-for-the-price air mattress, and with enough beer and didn't even have to open the whiskey (save it for next time, then) and just enough gatorade. Powerade. Whatever. i like Green-flavor. Yellow-flavor isn't too bad. Red-flavor is a little too far to the sweet side and just ends up making me thirstier ... and our foil-dinner came out perfect ... and there was that whole thing with J ... j and i sort of have this amicable antagonization thing going. because he's this crazy drawly country-music texan (or he pretends to be, after living in Japan and going to Reed), and of course i'm a new yorker. so he acts like he's picking a fight, and i play like i could kick his sorry texan ass, and he pretends to believe it and cowers in make-believe fear and apology. so he tosses some mud at me - there was a lot of mud-tossing - and i toss some back - it's really splattery, easily-tossed mud. Perfect. so eventually i fill my hat with mud, and sneak up behind him, and i was careful to pick out all the rocks ... so everyone had a great time with the mud, only he started it, obviously, so when he dove into the water to rinse out his hair (we all really needed rinsing), he smacked his forehead on a rock. It was almost instant karma - it was about five minutes. He was bleeding like mad and had to wear gauze wrapped around his head.

Also, only one of my shoulders is sunburned.

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