I think I accidentally dooced
*Not in the strict sense because hey, it's not like I have a job to lose, but in the sense of the existence of this lj maybe fucking something up?
But rather than actually expound on that, I am going to retreat back into my time-honored tradition of being annoyingly ambiguous and you're all just going to have to deal with that.
On Tuesday I drove out to Thurmont, MD, where my brother and the other ¡Two Amigos! had set up camp and then realized that they wouldn't be able to carry everything home (I had helped take it up), nor would they be able to find
home, despite my giving him directions, because he had his sense of direction amputated at birth. So under the pretense of being a nice sister, I set out for some campin'; i.e. accidentally hiking for 1.5 miles in flip-flops and then getting chased by a bee.
The other thing is that there wasn't room in the tent for me, or if there was, it would probably be bad for a nubile young thing such as myself to be sleeping in such close quarters with boys. (That is the first and last time I will ever refer to myself as a nubile any
So I--I slept in the car.
Let me say this: As uncomfortable as it sounds to sleep in the backseat of one's car, it's about ten times worse. I am not a tall girl--5'6" if I'm being generous, and anyone who's met me in person will tell you I'm not terribly big in general. Hell, Jeremy once referred to me as "petite" (which is inaccurate but still flattering, so I'll take it and not complain). And my car is of the midsize sedan variety ("I DRIVE A DODGE STRATUS!"), so it's reasonably roomy. And yet I write this in amazement that my legs did not suffer any permament disfigurement from being crammed into the backseat.
In any case I've forgotten where I was going with this.
Can I distract you with some links?Best lj post ever?I probably laughed harder at this than I should have. (And this, from the comments.
).I Love Richard Cheese.
I think it might actually be true (if listening to the "I'd Like A Virgin" song clip
is any indication).fishbar.
OH RIGHT, that's what I wanted to ask. To my astonishment I've been craving a lot of house/trance music tonight.Sam:
my god, are you okay?Nicki:
i--i think i JUST WANNA DANCE
Is there anything along the lines of Armand van Helden that anyone would recommend? On the trance side, I decided that I really like ATB. Just, you know. If anyone knows. I've never really ventured into this realm of music before so I'm kind of just going by whose name I like best (I'm ashamed to admit that that's how I voted in Loyola's SGA elections freshman year).PS, because Sam is awesome and I am technically inept, he hooked me up with an RSS feed of my VOX thinger, just in case anyone is terribly interested (I know you are!). Also, I have two (2) invites to give out to whoever wants one. :3