Not sure quite yet the details on when I'm going up and coming back down, but this upcoming weekend will be spent at Val's for Matt's b-day at the beach/Memorial Day celebration! I had so much fun last year, playing Big Gay Death Star. Remember?
"How to play Big Gay Death Star:
You get a big bouncy ball, the type that comes in the tower of big bouncy balls at Walmart, and you make Jeff (the artistic talent) draw an equator and the infamous Death Star concave circle thingie... which I am probably a bad SW fan for not knowing the name of. But the bouncy ball has to be purple (or pink, or some other girlie color) to achieve proper Big Gay Death Star effect.
Then you set up the tarpish sun-shade type thing and set up your beach chairs in a semi-circle underneath. Anybody who has not claimed a chair gets to sit on blankets in the sand. You form a ring of goofy Star Wars fans that are happy to be on the beach in California for Welshcakes' birthday. Corey has to sit in the middleish, because he is Corey. We all bow down to the man who wields the BBQ fork, you know.
The game starts out innocently enough. You bounce the ball back and forth to people beneath the tarp. You must have the tarp, you see, for it provides untold numbers of belly laughs when the ball goes careening into the tarp and almost knocks the blanket (used for shade) down. It also helps if you have a few people within game range not paying attention, so you can get laugh when they get hit in the back of the head.
Then you get yourself a Kolby (contrary to popular belief, it is Kolby-with-a-K), who hits really hard, and your game is complete. Oh, also a Dallas is required to make a good runner for when the ball's hit away from the tarp and the circle and towards other unsuspecting beach-goers. Little kid, little legs, they go so fast!
If you want your experience to be complete, though, you should also purchase an Aris and sit him by the big gay love hole that you've dug in the sand that's six feet deep. Then you hit the ball towards him and have him almost fall back into the hole when it goes careening towards his face."
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I am slightly sad that I am not fully hot and sexyish by now, but you know... it's been a rough few months (in many ways, don't laugh, harder than the break-up with Bryce... I know that sounds pathetic, but it'd been over with Bryce for a long time before that, and I honestly think the first new heart break after Bryce no matter how small and fleeting was a harder thing for me to go through), and I'm gonna start the gym up again and stop eating the crap again soon. I just need to get the motivation to clean out the fridge and the pantry yet again, to rid us of all the crap my dad likes to keep around the house. I view it this way: I went halfway, took a break, and now it's summer and fruit season again, and I will just live off watermelon like I did last summer when I lost all the weight. Tada!
LEEEEE. Fucker needs to email me again before I post my blackmail picture of him. This one (whoops! ;D). I shall poke at him. After dozens of emails back and forth, he's disappeared again. I am not all that surprised, honestly. He tends to do this.
OMG. OMG!! I totally forgot about a story I was going to tell on here, at my brother's expense. So, on Easter, at Steve's house, I was using the downstairs bathroom and noticed that the neighbors next door have a small cross hanging in their window, facing my brother's house. There's still no curtains on most of my brother's windows, or on the neighbors, so it was sort of an odd thing to see. Who hangs their cross in the middle of a window, after all? So. I mentioned it to my brother, and he turns scarlet red. Well, turns out, one night he was up in the loft with Chad. And they were... erm. Being intimate? And he didn't think much about the lack of curtains, but gosh, the next day there was a cross in the window that faces the loft. I about fell out of my chair, it was so good.
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