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In which April is a MAD MAD KILLER
Dec. 13th, 2003 12:11 amOkay, maybe not.
I went to the Grotto last night. It was very pretty, and of course Westview's chorus was great. Went into the shop and bought a few saints' charms. I bought St. Cecilia because she's the patron saint of musicians and is always shown with a harp. I bought St. Thomas of Aquinus because he's the patron saint of students. I bought St. Francis of Assisi just because he was a neat dude, a big fan of peace and animals. I don't know what, exactly, I'm going to do with them. I've been thinking about making a charm bracelet with representations of various faiths I have a feeling for, but putting all three on it would almost make it more Catholic than pagan. My dad asked me what I would do if the charm worked. I said I'd go to church. He laughed and then bought one for St. Joseph.
I spent the night at my parent's house. We were supposed to wake up at eight and be out of the house at ten, but Bink and I didn't wake up until half past ten. We got dressed and ate and piled into the truck. We stopped at a gun store in Sandy. It was cool that there was a woman behind the counter, but the letters tacked to the wall from George Bush thanking him for his help, and the certificate for Republican Of The Year, were a little spooky. In any case, we poked around for a while until my dad bought a handgun, then we piled back into the truck and drove to ZigZag to buy our Christmas tree permit. We wandered up and down the road a bit, but once you got high enough to see snow, there was no place to cut down a tree. So we went down to Road 32, and cut them down from the same spot we did last year.
But first, my dad pulled out the gun and loaded it, and we put in earplugs. He shot at a stump a few times, and then reloaded and handed it to me and put a cup on the ground. Apparently I'm a relatively good shot, I got it three times out of nine bullets. C'mon, it was my first time holding a handgun. Every time I pulled the trigger, there was a flash of flame, and it yanked back into my hand, which kinda hurt actually. I also stuck my tongue out every time I aimed, although I didn't know that until I saw the video of myself. After that, we picked some trees (and played around with one that resembled the Singing Bush from The Three Amigoes, when shaken) and cut down a short one for Bink and a taller one for my parents. I videotaped. Bink named her tree Smeagol ('cause it's her precious) and my dad named his tree Theresa (because, apparently, that's the name the tree told him. And people wonder how I grew up to be pagan).
We made our traditional stop at Timberline Lodge. It was snowing and windy when we got there, of course. It always is. We had drinks and huge quantities of food, and took pictures by the big fireplaces on the second floor. I love Timberline Lodge. Rick later told me that his family used to go skiing all the time there and he had never been inside the lodge. That's insane. It's so pretty. You don't even have to eat or sleep there, it's a historical place, you can just go on the tour and look around. For those of you not familiar with it, the Timberline lodge was built as a WPA project in the 1930's. It's built around a circular area, with rooms in wings on either side. It's made mostly out of stone and huge pieces of wood. There's also a lot of art in it, as part of the WPA. It's gorgeous and old and wonderful. It's also a very expensive place to eat and sleep.
When I got home I called Nana to tell her where I was, Rick to tell him to come over, and Cherie to talk about stuff I need to borrow tomorrow. Dad showed everyone the video we'd taken that day and then played with the camera. Then Rick took me to his house. I got an email from my Folk Music teacher: I got an A on my paper and an A on my final, but I was missing the midterm, so I have a B in the class. Holy Crap! I think he forgot I asked for Pass/No Pass, but I don't care, I got a B!! Woo Hoo!! I'm so proud and happy.
Now if only I pass math. I told the teacher, via email, that I was freaking out and was willing to try to make up anything I was missing. I don't know if she'll get it. I also need to email my advisor and the office for Students with Disabilities, because I'll need their help if I failed the class. YIKES.
And now, dinner with my lover. Nyeah.
I went to the Grotto last night. It was very pretty, and of course Westview's chorus was great. Went into the shop and bought a few saints' charms. I bought St. Cecilia because she's the patron saint of musicians and is always shown with a harp. I bought St. Thomas of Aquinus because he's the patron saint of students. I bought St. Francis of Assisi just because he was a neat dude, a big fan of peace and animals. I don't know what, exactly, I'm going to do with them. I've been thinking about making a charm bracelet with representations of various faiths I have a feeling for, but putting all three on it would almost make it more Catholic than pagan. My dad asked me what I would do if the charm worked. I said I'd go to church. He laughed and then bought one for St. Joseph.
I spent the night at my parent's house. We were supposed to wake up at eight and be out of the house at ten, but Bink and I didn't wake up until half past ten. We got dressed and ate and piled into the truck. We stopped at a gun store in Sandy. It was cool that there was a woman behind the counter, but the letters tacked to the wall from George Bush thanking him for his help, and the certificate for Republican Of The Year, were a little spooky. In any case, we poked around for a while until my dad bought a handgun, then we piled back into the truck and drove to ZigZag to buy our Christmas tree permit. We wandered up and down the road a bit, but once you got high enough to see snow, there was no place to cut down a tree. So we went down to Road 32, and cut them down from the same spot we did last year.
But first, my dad pulled out the gun and loaded it, and we put in earplugs. He shot at a stump a few times, and then reloaded and handed it to me and put a cup on the ground. Apparently I'm a relatively good shot, I got it three times out of nine bullets. C'mon, it was my first time holding a handgun. Every time I pulled the trigger, there was a flash of flame, and it yanked back into my hand, which kinda hurt actually. I also stuck my tongue out every time I aimed, although I didn't know that until I saw the video of myself. After that, we picked some trees (and played around with one that resembled the Singing Bush from The Three Amigoes, when shaken) and cut down a short one for Bink and a taller one for my parents. I videotaped. Bink named her tree Smeagol ('cause it's her precious) and my dad named his tree Theresa (because, apparently, that's the name the tree told him. And people wonder how I grew up to be pagan).
We made our traditional stop at Timberline Lodge. It was snowing and windy when we got there, of course. It always is. We had drinks and huge quantities of food, and took pictures by the big fireplaces on the second floor. I love Timberline Lodge. Rick later told me that his family used to go skiing all the time there and he had never been inside the lodge. That's insane. It's so pretty. You don't even have to eat or sleep there, it's a historical place, you can just go on the tour and look around. For those of you not familiar with it, the Timberline lodge was built as a WPA project in the 1930's. It's built around a circular area, with rooms in wings on either side. It's made mostly out of stone and huge pieces of wood. There's also a lot of art in it, as part of the WPA. It's gorgeous and old and wonderful. It's also a very expensive place to eat and sleep.
When I got home I called Nana to tell her where I was, Rick to tell him to come over, and Cherie to talk about stuff I need to borrow tomorrow. Dad showed everyone the video we'd taken that day and then played with the camera. Then Rick took me to his house. I got an email from my Folk Music teacher: I got an A on my paper and an A on my final, but I was missing the midterm, so I have a B in the class. Holy Crap! I think he forgot I asked for Pass/No Pass, but I don't care, I got a B!! Woo Hoo!! I'm so proud and happy.
Now if only I pass math. I told the teacher, via email, that I was freaking out and was willing to try to make up anything I was missing. I don't know if she'll get it. I also need to email my advisor and the office for Students with Disabilities, because I'll need their help if I failed the class. YIKES.
And now, dinner with my lover. Nyeah.
