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Ok, so my weekend…
I managed to spend most of the time on the Druid’s hill, otherwise known as Cardiac hill (long walk, it’s great and keeps the drunken idiots away). I didn’t miss out on the perverted old “Druid” who asked me if I wanted a shot, sarcastically responded that I already had a shot in my mug, then asked if I wanted a “Special Druid hug”. Yeah, those of you that know me can imagine the look on my face as I respond with, “Hrm, special? Um, no.” With an, “If I don’t feel that I’m missing something, I’m obviously not.” When he claims that I’m missing out on the great things that a Druid hug contains. Good thing I didn’t have my sickle on me. That is a lovely weapon, and would tear throat skin quite nicely.
Oh yeah, other things, I learned some basic stick fighting techniques. That was damn cool, as was almost throwing the instructor off his balance when he asked me to punch the sparring mitt. I don’t think he expected a girl in a skirt to hit that hard, much less know how to hit. Then when we started into the sparring techniques, I surprised him when I defended against his punch then took his head to my knee. Gotta love it.
So anyway, I’m back. I have clean underwear, and I’ve changed out of the clothes I’ve been wearing the last 4 days. And I’m showered (don’t ever shower around people with no boundaries, you might get things in places you didn’t know existed). Yes, I haven’t showered since Thursday, for good reason. Surprisingly, I didn’t stink when I got home, in fact, I was quite amazed. Those little cottonelle things work great for a simple wipe down, but they make you sticky.
And yes, next time, we will be pulling off the Druid Night Ops schtick. And I hope to have my spear by then, because I will be carrying it after circle for those nits that thing a pagan festival is nothing but a giant orgy. Fuckers. We even had someone come up to our fire circle asking if the orgy was on the hill! Good thing I had already headed to my tent, or my sickle would have been in her throat. I’ll have to post a picture of that thing. Several of you guys would get a hard-on for it. Fits nicely around my neck, both sides of the blade are edged but not sharp, the point bites nicely, and there’s a 5 in. tang into the solid oak handle. But enough on that, I’m turning myself on.
I also managed to get rid of my farmer’s tan, to the tune of shoulder burn. Thankfully it’s not that bad and only hurts when I raise my arms above my head. Ritual, as usual, didn’t give me anything, but sure as hell took away a good bit of my energy. My Scotsman was convinced I was drunk Friday night, but it was all the result of the laughter in the women’s circle. We’re as bad as the men, if not worse, especially when the German is drunk, then combine the Kleine Deutsche (me) and we’re all going to hell.
Sometime after I headed to my tent, some nasty chick came and sat at the fire looking for the orgy. Needless to say my mentor and head of our grove told her to go away in more colourful words. The next night was just as fun, the “druid” thing happened after ritual, thankfully he didn’t find his way up the hill.
Oh yeah, lines for this weekend:
“Hey, do you know of anyone who can align chakras? I need mine aligned. Or better yet, anyone who has crystal suppositories? I seem to have spiritual hemmroids.”
“If your ass hurts, you fell down the stairs.”
“Need a shot?” “No, I already have a shot in my cup.”
At any rate, we found the stairs to the hill this morning. And redselchie, can I just say that it sounds really odd to have Big Gay Al’s voice calling the South Quarter.
So, our intellingent House Reps decided to pass the “No Women in Combat” bill. *sigh* I’m hoping to be contacting my Senator this afternoon and calling up my Rep (after I get the voting record). This annoys me to no end, not because of some “equality” thing, but because someone is living a fantasy world thinking that our military isn’t strapped (while the other 3 branches might not be, the Army is, and this will seriously effect the Army), so they’re going to take female medics out of the field, female pilots out of the sky (plane and helo’s), and *duhdunduh* the supply bat’s that are located in a position that might be compromised and women might get injured or killed.
What a crock of shit.
The sarcasm is so great, I feel it drizzling all over me…
Scorpio for this week:
One of Sesame Street’s most recognizable characters is Cookie Monster. After years of feasting on all the cookies he wanted, the fuzzy blue puppet has recently been forced to limit his intake. In an effort to teach kids better eating habits, the show’s producers even require Cookie Monster to sing a song called, “A Cookie Is a Sometimes Food.” I vociferously protest this action. Born November 2, Cookie Monster is a Scorpio, and Scorpios shouldn’t be compelled to tone down their desires as long as their desires aren’t hurting anyone. You’re on this earth to explore your cravings, to be led by your cravings to the frontiers of understanding. That’s the only way they can teach you all they have to teach. Now go and commune with as many cookies (or your personal equivalent) as you need to.
Hrm. All the “cookies” I want, eh? That could be dangerous. Otherwise, I agree with some of the insight regarding life’s lessons.
I am feeling restless again. Raowr. Dammit. And methinks that the camping this weekend ain’t gonna cut it. Shit! Must have gas money, must go driving. Shit!
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So this is a day I feel like doing stupid shit, like going mudding, downhill mountain biking, kickbox sparring, wrestling, rock climbing. Something active. Yet, I am stuck in my house, as my parents recover from their trip. Least I got gym time in this morning, though, more would have been nice.
For some reason, the activity that I’m responding to most, is to just gnaw one someone. Not the lovey-type nibbling, I mean actually gnawing on body parts. I don’t know why that is appealing to me today. I think it has something to do with the drive to Cumming yesterday, it was extremely liberating. Music blasting, windows all down and open, brain completely oblivious to the matters of the world and just focused on not hitting anything, and enjoying the weather. Mmmmmmmmmmmm. I just wanted to slough off my skin. The only thing that would have made it better, was getting far enough north to jump into one of the rivers, and just float for a bit.
Well, the Freaky parentals made it here, no biking for me. *pout* Oh well, I’ll live, I guess. Maybe some other time. At anyrate, it’s laid back day at the casa de Ammo, not much going on. Made the business calls this morning and hit the gym. Rentals will be hitting the gym with me on Wednesday, I guess, we’ll see. Raowr. I feel the need to pounce something, not necessarily in a loving manner, either.