The Outcast Greetings & Chatter

[Rhiannon]

So after my weekend trip where I gorged my self on book buying Rai came home with me and spent two night and we made a shelf for my TBR stack- three boards, 9 bricks, and fabric so the nasssty rough boards wouldn't hurt my books. La la la, the pile looks much smaller when it's shelved and not a hazard. And we discovered that the far back of my (very large, flat, and rather dull) yard has got hordes of Indian Blanket growing in it, so we picked great handfuls and made crowns- which I am exceptionally good at. I figured out how to make them myself and mastered the technique easily. Unfortunately they die pretty fast.

[Dragon]

YAY!!! FIRST HERE!!!!!:D:D:D:D

hey, I know how to make crowns!!! except I havent mastered it yet b/c there aren't many flowers or crownable things near my house...

books=mmmmmm......tasty 4 the mind:cool: :D :) :D :cool: :D

I'm sorta mad...but I think my reason for madness should go in the rantings, so.....coolatta

[Kailita]

Oh, goodie. It's about time this got put here! :D We should be completely unmonitored here so Yay can't yell at us for getting off topic because there is no topic! :D Hehehe!

This is lovely-nice, kudos Rhi. Unfortunately, I cannot fill up this thread with my mindless chatter right now, because I'm in typing class and the bell's about to ring. But I'll be back! :D

[Rhiannon]

Hi Kaia! Bye Kaia!

[Dragon]

yeah, but we still have to be monitered 4 cuss-words and innuendos and stuff like that:rolleyes:

I've never quite gotten whatthe term kudos means...

[Rhiannon]

It means...um, well, like a reward. I think.

Anyway, we've been living in this house for a year, and it has got the most crazy wiring- my room hasn't got any ceiling light at all (but I have got a fan) and the outlets are all connected switches. My parents room has a switch by the door connected to two different outlets, and the ceiling light is connected to the switch by the bathroom door. In my sisters' room, there isn't any switch connected to the ceiling light and you have to pull the string. Huge pain. So my little sister (11) rigged up a system- she tied three long strings to the ceiling light cord, and tied them to her bed, Rachel's bed, and next to the door. Festive and functional.

[Kailita]

Kudos is somewhat equal to "Yay for you!" :) And I don't think any self-respecting GOOers would be using 4 letter words or innuendos. ;) We have better things to talk about. Like light switches! Cheers for resourceful sisters and festive and functional! :) (Ooh...alliteration...:eek: )

[Theoden]

Kudos... I like it... I like it...

I think that is my new favorite word. :)

-me

[Dragon]

favorite words; coolatta, mufasa, moo, blah, hi, grrr, and lots of other stuffs I cant remember

sounds like a smart, useful little sister:)

[Kailita]

My favorite words:

crisp
plump
Abercrombie
mollycoddle
renegade
pluperfect
cleanse
spry
vivacious
plop
sprightly
amber
scarlet
crimson
ferocious
vicious
apoplectic
wry

And I have a reason behind every one of them, but that would probably take a while to explain...;)

[The-Elf-Herself]

My favorite words:

lugubrious
insanity
quixotic
incredibly
impossible
probability
oxymoron
juxtaposition
screechy
spelunking
crescendo
joyous
wit
clairvoyance
voyeur
crystalline

I'll let you guys guess why those are my faves.

[Theoden]

wow... and I thought I was so impressive because I had two... hehehehehe :P

-me

[Rhiannon]

My favorite word is 'puissant'. Lots of adults don't know what it means (they tend to confuse it with 'pissant', which is an Naughty Word and an Insult), but I learned it when I was eight years old. Makes me feel clever.

Other favorite words...

kitten
vivacious
brilliant

I'm hot and sweaty, so more aren't coming, though I know they exist. I run across them all the time.

[Kailita]

Okay, now a list of words that I need definitions for since I don't have my trusty dictionary with me at the moment. :rolleyes:

lugubrious
quixotic
voyeur
puissant

[Rhiannon]

Dictionary.com is my friend.

lugubrious: Mournful, dismal, or gloomy, especially to an exaggerated or ludicrous degree.

quixotic: 1. Caught up in the romance of noble deeds and the pursuit of unreachable goals; idealistic without regard to practicality.
2. Capricious; impulsive: “At worst his scruples must have been quixotic, not malicious” (Louis Auchincloss).

- comes from Don Quixote, you know

voyeur: 1. A person who derives sexual gratification from observing the naked bodies or sexual acts of others, especially from a secret vantage point.
2. An obsessive observer of sordid or sensational subjects.

[French, from Old French, one who lies in wait, from voir, to see, from Latin vidre, to see. See weid- in Indo-European Roots.]

puissant: Power; might.

"You desired to have the love of the Lord Aragorn. Because he is was high and puissant, and you wished to have renown and glory and to be lifted far above the mean things that crawl on the earth." - Faramir to Eowyn

[The-Elf-Herself]

Hmmm, yep, gotta love Dictionary.com! Just for clarification, the reason I like voyeur is because of the way the word sounds, not because I identify with any of the definitions.:rolleyes:

Oh and I forgot some words:

clarify
situation
paranoid
neonate
neurology

[Kailita]

Ahh...thankies much, Rhi. :D Dictionary.com, hm? Gotta remember that. Puissant makes me think of pus...:rolleyes:

[Sador]

I think my favourite word at the moment is freckle. It sounds like it could be a swear word, but isn't. Next time you stub your toe and are searching for a non- offensive expletive try yelling "FRECKLE!!!" It has all the satisfaction of a real expletive with none of the offensiveness.:cool:

[Rhiannon]

Puissant makes me think of pus...

Well, it's pronounced pwi-sont. Does that help?

[Kailita]

Oh yes, the pronunciation does help. Now it sounds more dignified and French. ;)

Wow, freckle is a good word. :D Current substitutes for swearing in surprise are: "What the duck??" and "What the Helen of Troy...?" (Heh...that second one was clever...got it from Hey, Arnold! :D;))

[Dragon]

yep, I have all sorts of stuff like that, K, SHITAKE MUSHROOMS are very tasty, u Motherfudgecake!!!! u ashma!!! kiss my ashma!!!and, I use helen of troy and ducks too, but I dont remember wehre I got them...:rolleyes: freckles IS good....coolatta:D

I thought up another good word; hostile, or actually, hostility, like "whats w/ all the hostilities?":D :D :D

[Sador]

Blinking Flip! usually gets a chuckle if people are expecting profanity. Same with Flipping Heck!! I love all those old fashioned alternatives; Gosh darned, Sugar, For Crying out loud!
Where I work most people just let fly with the actual four letter words, so when I say Flipping Heck! most of them don't know how to handle it.:cool:

[Kailita]

Hehehe...those are good, D and Sador. I gotta say Blinking Flip! is my favorite, though. ;) Gotta use that one at school sometime...

Edit: I've been looking for somewhere to post this, and since this is the random thread, I'm going to put it in here. :) Rhi, I absolutely love your Deep Thoughts. Or...I suppose they're CS Lewis's deep thoughts. But they're very staggering and very...deep. ;) (Thank goodness they're not completely true, though...)

[Dragon]

blinking flip...hmmm...that's a good one, expecially bcause it doesn't translate to anything....at least, not directly, does it?

[Annushka]

All these words are such a relief. I have a real problem with using approriate words in stupid situations. So FRECKLE, and the duck/helen of troy thing will be great for me. I will the only one to use them:cool:

[Kailita]

*Laughs and bows* Glad to be of service, any time...:)

[Rhiannon]

Oh! I can't believe I forgot my favorite word! Cariad. It's the Welsh word for love.

Who in the Outcasts has AOL IM? (I know there's an official thread for listing this stuff, but it's much to big for me to get through). I'm Rhiannon Fiachra on it.

[The-Elf-Herself]

Wow. That actually is a really pretty word for "love".

I'm on AIM as Birdbrain97 and GeckoGull.

[Sador]

Originally posted by Dragon
blinking flip...hmmm...that's a good one, expecially bcause it doesn't translate to anything....at least, not directly, does it?
Well I suppose you could translate it"bloody f***"

[Kailita]

It is a pretty word. But for some reason, my mind keeps connecting it with "carion". Urgh. Help me, Rhi! My brain is defective and keeps taking all these magnificent words and demeaning them. :mad::rolleyes:

Another one of my favorite words is vehement. :D I love the v-words.

I gots AIM! I'm rarely on...but when I am, I'm KachitaWarrior. :)

Edit: On a side note of random chatter...I've hit my 40th bottle! Eee! *Dances* :D Much joy. Hmm...there is a week and two days left of school...I wonder if I can get up to 50 bottles by then? I bet I can...can probably make a whole $2.50. :D:rolleyes:

[Rhiannon]

Carrie-add, Kaia! Spoken with a beautiful Welsh accent. See if you can find the audio book of Susan Cooper's The Grey King- it's read by a Welsh man, and there are a few Welsh lines in it.

40 Bottles! Hurrah!

[Kailita]

Carrie-add...carrie-add!

What do Welsh accents sound like...? (Besides beautiful...;))

[Rhiannon]

I found this great site with sound clips! Snowdonia (http://www.croeso-betws.org.uk/iaith/phrases.htm) Now I'm trying to use the greetings so I'll get them down, even though my accent is horrible. Imagine me lying in bed chanting Bore da! all night.

[Dragon]

borda dah! lol that's sort of how it sounds:D

nown dah!!!

hey, da means good!!!:eek: :D :D :D

[Kailita]

Ohmygoshness, Rhi...I went and read a story of yours that you posted the link to in...I think it was the Who's Who thread, but can't quite remember. I only got to read one...the one about the knight who didn't make it...but oh, it was wonderful. You're a great writer! I commented on it, so go check it out when you get the chance. And as soon as I get some more time on my hands, I'm going to go and read some of your other stuff! :)

In other news...my post count has gotten into the 600s. Ick. I don't know why, but sixes bother me for some reason. Crackers. I'll just have to post and post until I get to 700. :rolleyes:

[Rhiannon]

Oh, thank you Kaia! *blushes*beams* I'm so glad you liked it! *loves it when people enjoy her stories*

[Dragon]

hahaha, I'm in the 700s!!!!

(oops! *is trying very hardly to be nice*)

wha- story where? *is obviously missing something:confused: :confused: :confused:

[Rhiannon]

When Yay was asking about what kind of stories people write a while back, I gave up on summarizing my fairy tales and just linked to my Wyvern's Library page (http://elfwood.lysator.liu.se/libr/c/h/charis/charis.html).

[Kailita]

*Mock glares at D*

If you are my adopted sister, I would punch you. But since I'm not sure about how we're related...I won't. It probably wouldn't be a good thing if I ended up being your adopted mother or something...:rolleyes: As it is, I will just continue to glare...

*Glare, glare*

*Jealousy, jealousy*

[Rhiannon]

I'm in the 500s...that's not so bad.

Hee hee, Kaia, we're all just sitting around waiting for you to hit 666.

[Dragon]

*would simply punch K back:rolleyes: *

*is sorry, but can see through your mock glare into the real admiration of what is commonly known as D* :D :D :D

oh, thank u Rhi, I will go......uh.......sometime.... *procrastinates*

u know what, I didn't even think of 666 til u said that:eek: :D

[Kailita]

The evil scary number...maybe I can double post and skip it...

*Has always wanted a little sister...decides that D is her adopted little sister (yay! We finally decided on one!) and promptly tackles her with the intention of punching her lights out*

(Hehe...you know I love you, D :D...and I've never had a sister to fight with before! ;))

[Annushka]

I`m writing my 201st post. Actually the 1st 100 went much slower than the 2nd one:D
There`s nothing specifically scary about 666 number;) I don`t get how people have favorite numbers or colors or something. I can understand having favorite books, heros, streets etc. But certainly not numbers:confused:

[Rhiannon]

666 is the number of the Antichrist, Shush, from the Revelation.

[Annushka]

I know that Rhia. But for me it doesn`t have any meaning anyway. And I`m not scared of it at all;)

[Kailita]

I'm not scared of it, either. But it's still a good reason to freak out and jump around and go all :eek:y. (:eek:y = adjective form of :eek:, right? :D)

Yeah, the first 100 posts seem to take forever, and then from there they zoom. I went from 400 to 600 in a snap.

[Rhiannon]

It didn't take me too long to get 100, I don't think...*wasn't really paying attention*

[Dragon]

I think my first 100 were my fastest, cause I was talking, and asking questions about foruming, so that was twice as much as normal, after that, I was just talking...but, IU dant really notice it that much anymore...:rolleyes:

heheh, K, I love that:D

oof! *is tackled*

*rolls of onto K and rasberries in her face* :D

*starts searching for Ks ticklish spots...*

[Rhiannon]

This morning was a very. bad. morning.
After a night of not sleeping because I was too hot and too dry, I was gotten up at the ungodly hour off 6:30am by my beloved father, who fed me French toast and dropped me off at the college, where I was to take the ACT. Oh. Joy. I'm convinced that the people (I say 'people', but I wouldn't be surprised to learn that they were goblins or trolls) who schedule standardized tests at 8am Saturday morning spend their free time sitting in their cubicles (or 'caves', whichever you prefer) giggling sadistically to themselves and watching hidden cameras of dazed students with wet hair blearily walking in to walls.
But that's just a hypothosis. I know that they're sadists bent on tormenting brilliant night-owl bibliophiles, though, because not only is the test at 8am Saturday morning, but you are not allowed to bring reading materials of any kind. That long shrill wailing? That was me.

But the test was completed without great difficulty (ie, I wasn't too tempted to gouge my eyes out with my two freshly sharped number 2 pencils), and all seemed well.
Until I attempted to use the pay-phone to summon my father.
An hour. I spent an hour having a very foul-mouthed altercation with the pay phone (I did not actually swear at the operator, but I was tempted). It ate my quarters and informed me that I needed two and a half dollars in change to call my house that is five minutes away by car. Finally the secretary, who was locking up (because everybody else didn't have a perverse need to spend their time arguing with pay phones), stumbled across me whimpering over the pay phone, and figured out that my phone number doesn't start with 5. It starts with 4. Well, that sure explains things. So I got home, but was in a very bad mood and spent half an hour lying in bed recuperating. A very ice-cream worthy morning, only there was none to be had.

I recovered, however, and had a grilled cheese sandwich, and Papa and Melody and I went to go pick up my friend Alicia to go to the movie with us, which was supposed to be Holes, only it wasn't. But we had nothing better to do, so we decided to go to the movie anyway. And that was how Charis ended up watching Lizzie McGuire. Well, we had fun ridiculing it and eating salty popcorn and in general making a mess of ourselves, and then we went to Hastings, where Rachel's Hastings Guy (who she once randomly declared she would marry but has never spoken to- long story) overheard me telling Alicia about Susan Cooper's King of Shadows being a time-travel book, cornered me, and enthusiastically recommended 1632 to me (along with its sequals and everything ever written, concieved, or breathed on by the author) for half an hour. I didn't get much in, though I did plug R'ville by displaying my bag and plugged The Deed of Paksenarrion as 'military fantasy'. And then we took Alicia home and were returning home ourselves when Papa recalled about the ice cream and made a stop at Braums and got me a frozen yogurt waffle cone, which I enjoyed immensly. He's such an awesome guy.

And then, waiting for me in the mail box at home, was my like-new copy of The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen: Volume One.

Life is good.

[Dragon]

ok.

last night, me, my 2 bros, and my cousin tyler spent the night at my grannies house, my cousin tyler has some sort of growth defect or something so that he has to take shots to help him grow..... I hate needles, so I looked the other way while he was tkaing his shot, but he kept on talking abou t it and making fun of me for not being able to watch, which was okay w/ me, cause I really do need to get over my hate/fear of them, but........well, afterwards, even tho I didn't watch.....I fainted. every time!!!!!!!


and, my dog ran away this morning...last night, whatever:rolleyes: :mad:

life is not good

on the bright side, I get to go to put put today, and get about 5 strokes above par on every hole..........mario golf is soooooooo much easier:o :o :o :(

[Annushka]

Needles....:( I hate needles. I think I`ll never be able to be calm about that. I don`t faint (I`ve never fainted in my life) but I get this feeling that my hands and feet are becoming very large and heavy everytime facing this problem:(:(:(

I can only imagine how much "fun" did you have Rhia watching that Lizzie McGuire movie.

[YayGollum]

I don't know too many people that enjoy getting poked with needles. I do know some that don't mind poking other people with them. I work in a hospital. oh well. I gots to have a physical soon. Ick. Not fun. They will draw blood. It hurts us. Poor Smeagol. oh well. Scariness, Rhiannon person!

[Rhiannon]

I've had my blood drawn a lot, especially back when they were trying to figure out just what my hormone imbalance was (I don't think they're sure yet, either). It doesn't bother me at all, unless I watch- seeing your own blood spurting out into a little tube is disconcerting in a big way. But as long as I focus on the wall, I'm good.

[Dragon]

staring at the wall doesn't work 4 me, 'cause I know that they're sticking that **** in me, and I think about it too much

I agree w/ u, yay, in that nobody likes to get shots or anything like that, but some people just dont mind that much.... I am not one of those people

[Annushka]

That`s exactly what I would say. Most people don`t like it, but CAN take it. I can`t:(
And certainly I wouldn`t enjoy sticking needles in other person either. I could never be a doctor or a medical worker.

[Kailita]

Rhi, do you have a diary? If you don't, you should. You have a way of making even the blandest day interesting...and the way you word things makes them seem hilariously funny, even if it was the worst day in the world.

I'm sorry about your dog, D. :( Has he come home yet? *Huggles her little sister*

Ick, I can't stand blood, either. I can't even stand watching someone get a blood transfusion or donate blood. So you're not the only one, D. *Shudders*. It's not really the blood part...it's the pain part. I'm such a wimp. I'm scared to get my ears pierced, heh. :rolleyes:

[Rhiannon]

Originally posted by Kailita
Rhi, do you have a diary? If you don't, you should. You have a way of making even the blandest day interesting...and the way you word things makes them seem hilariously funny, even if it was the worst day in the world.

Aw, thanks, Kaia! *blush* I do try. I used to keep a really detailed journal, but I haven't for the last couple of years, since I'm always talking about what I did online instead- I do have a LiveJournal (http://www.livejournal.com/users/charismitaine/) , though.

[The-Elf-Herself]

Hmm, see I don't might the sight of blood. Or pain that much. I just get used to pushing past it, to ignoring it, that sometimes I'll be out of sorts all day and only realize at the end that it might be due to a headache. I've just made myself refuse to acknowledge them. Can be dangerous, I guess, but it works for me.

You guys keep a diary? Cool! My journal is full of songs, in fact any notebook in my house probably has a rough song or two in it. They are my journal, them and the characters I write in stories. If I focus what I think about into something I love(aka writing), then I use it up, the story has a genuine feel, but after that there's nothing actually substantial to write. I used to keep a semi-thingy on my calendar blocks, but I'm so busy with work and writing and stuff that I don't do it anymore.

[Dragon]

hmm, I dont mind pain, just.....needles

yay! we found my doggy!

journals? I've never been able to keep a journal going 4 more than a day or 2...

[YayGollum]

Yikes! There is no way that I would have a journal or whatever craziness. Whenever I have to brainstorm, I always write achingly small so only I can read the stuff. There's plenty of bits of paper I've scrawled things down on. Not even I can read them every now and then. oh well. Ick. Why write down all kinds of achingly personal type things so anyone can read them? No thanks. Keep it all bottled up inside. If you gots to brainstorm, get rid of the stuff afterwards so noone can see your mistakes or crazy early ideas. *runs away*

[Annushka]

When I was 13-15 I had a journal. Whenever I read it I get TERRIBLY depressed and disappointed. I was unberably stupid. My journal was full of such a ****!!! The funny thing is I keep one now. It`s a small hand-book. I carry it in my purse and nobody can find it. Anyway can you imagine me in 10 years being all frustrated about this one too?

[Dragon]

that's part of y I dont keep journals or diarys, I read it, and I think of how stupid I was when I wrote it, and I decide that I don't want to give anyone any proof that I was stupid at any point in my life:rolleyes: :D :cool:

[Rhiannon]

I have stipulated in my Last Will & Testament (which is two pieces of notebook paper scrawled with instructions about who gets which books) that my diaries (which are, the ones from 10-15, hideously embarrassing and idiotic- I'm only interesting with an audience) are to be given to Stefani and Angel, my two best friends. They are to destroy them at their descretion.

[The-Elf-Herself]

Man. I just scribble stuff down in various notebooks and then threaten the life of anyone who dares to read them. Since my Mom keeps a journal as well, she'ss really good about not snooping, understanding that sort of privacy.

[balrog]

Originally posted by The-Elf-Herself
Man. I just scribble stuff down in various notebooks and then threaten the life of anyone who dares to read them. Since my Mom keeps a journal as well, she'ss really good about not snooping, understanding that sort of privacy.

I turned you into a stone...

and skipped you across the water

but it was me who was really sinking

:(

[Kailita]

Whoa...balrog. That was poetry. Short, but incisive. Bravo.

Originally posted by Jam
Hmm, see I don't might the sight of blood. Or pain that much. I just get used to pushing past it, to ignoring it, that sometimes I'll be out of sorts all day and only realize at the end that it might be due to a headache. I've just made myself refuse to acknowledge them. Can be dangerous, I guess, but it works for me.

I've always wanted to be like that. But I'm just not tough enough. :(:o Yes, I'm a wimp (physically, anyway). I'll always be the first to admit it. I'd never make a good warrior. My best pain trick is to take any meaning out of the word. Like when I'm running in PE and I have a really bad cramp in my side, but I know I have to get a good grade on the run, I'll just say the word "pain" to myself over and over and over until it's just a mixture of sounds that doesn't make sense any more. And then I tell myself, "Pain is a word. Not a feeling. P-A-I-N. It doesn't mean anything. Just a word..." And so on and so on. Actually, just talking to myself about anything helps. Sometimes I do a commentary in my head on what I'm running by ("And now we are passing the infamous tennis courts...stepping over a wad of gum...Bubblicious, by the looks of it..."). Or I spell things. For some reason, that takes my mind off the pain.

I am a firm believer in journaling. For one thing, organizing your thoughts and seeing them written out on paper really helps, especially when you're not quite sure what you're feeling. It helps you get things in perspective. And it also is really good to look back on later. Of course you'll have entries when you'll roll your eyes at yourself and go, "What was I thinking?" But there will also be the entries when you say..."Wow. I'm so glad I wrote that down." Because you can't just keep memories stored up inside you forever. They'll fade and eventually disappear. The little things can be so precious, looking back on them later. It takes discipline...keeping a journal is pretty pointless unless you write in it at least once every two weeks, because then you're always trying to catch up with everything...but I think it's worth it. And plus, it's something fun to show your grandkids some day. :)

Besides my journal (which is on the computer, with a password so my brothers can't get into it :cool: ), I have tons of little notebooks that I write my story ideas and poems in. I have a few notebooks dedicated just to poetry. And then I have one notebook especially for my stories. Then I have...gosh, I probably have about ten of those 70-page spirals for just anything. Sketches, story ideas, plot lines, whatever. I always have a writing utensil and something to write on with me wherever I go, because I never know when I'm going to get an inspiration.

[Rhiannon]

Yeah, balrog- that was cool.

[Dragon]

don't sink, balrog!!!

K......wowsa, i usually only get inspired w/ song stuff, and since song stuff has beats n stuff, I just sing it over n over 2 myself til I get home, then I write it down, then I call my song buddy/friend, and make her write it down too, so we can work on it together:cool: :eek: :D

[The-Elf-Herself]

Yeah Kai, don't really wish to be able to turn off pain. Sometimes it gets all weird in my head when I do that for a while.

Anyways, huzzah! I see I'm not the only one who scribbles in ten or twelve different notebooks. Pretty much every notebook in the house has something in it that shows people that lovable ol' Jam was there.:D Makes threatening the life of anyone who reads my stuff kind of null, since they're always stumbling over something.

[Dragon]

you shouldn't wish away pain though, 'cause its a sign that you're still living and your brain is working correctly, if you stop feeling pain, it just means you're either dead, or screwy in the head:rolleyes: best to get used to it, but not ignore it:rolleyes:

[Kailita]

Originally posted by Dragon
you shouldn't wish away pain though, 'cause its a sign that you're still living and your brain is working correctly, if you stop feeling pain, it just means you're either dead, or screwy in the head:rolleyes: best to get used to it, but not ignore it:rolleyes:
Uhh...*takes on a serious expression and nods like she knows what D is talking about...* :rolleyes:

My mom always gets annoyed with me for running off in the middle of dinner to go write some idea or verse down. :rolleyes::D

[The-Elf-Herself]

Ignoring it doesn't always work, but I try anyways. Yeah, I know it can mess you up, so does my body apparently, because I can't really do that. I like to think I do though. Now someone I know literally cannot feel pain a lot, something to do with her nerve endings being messed up. She can get a cut or burn her hand and not feel a thing, it's scary.

[Rhiannon]

I used to get in huuuuuge trouble for delying dinner because I "just want to get this paragraph finished!"

Obviously my writing is not more important than my nutrition...

[The-Elf-Herself]

Well, for me that's not necessarily the case. Hehe, I've been known to skip a meal or two if I'm writing something. My Mom doesn't even bother to bug me anymore. I don't do it on purpose, I just forget to eat. I do that a lot actually, been doing a lot of scheming, writing, and other stuff, eating can be so inconvenient.

[Rhiannon]

Well, I only got in trouble when I wouldn't come to the table when we were having a family dinner- y'know, in the dining room all together, and expected to behave with decorum and make conversation and things. When we're not having a family dinner we all eat whenever and half the time it's fend-for-yourself.

[Dragon]

4 us its either "family dinner" or "tv/comp dinner" my people don't care if we're late 2 dinner, just as long as we come b4 bedtime:rolleyes: :eek:

[balrog]

Originally posted by balrog
I turned you into a stone...

and skipped you across the water

but it was me who was really sinking

:(

In all honesty this was something I had not intended to write, even though a feeling of my personsal reflection in time...
it is not truly mine....i ask for your forgiveness.

[Kailita]

Well, I still think it's very poetic, balrog. Where did you get it from?

D, Jam, you two have superly cool moms. My mom semi-understanding when it comes to my writing, because she wants to say she's supportive of me...but when it comes to delaying dinner, that's just going too far. :rolleyes: She has this thing about the whole family eating together. Which I don't mind at all. But when I'm caught up in my writing, I have to get my stuff down, otherwise I'll forget it and it will all evaporate. Can't she just start dinner without me, then let me join in when I'm finished with my pressing matters? Would lacking five minutes of my oh-so-intriguing conversation throw off the balance of the little universe that is our family structure? :rolleyes:

[Rhiannon]

My mom semi-understanding when it comes to my writing, because she wants to say she's supportive of me...but when it comes to delaying dinner, that's just going too far. She has this thing about the whole family eating together. Which I don't mind at all. But when I'm caught up in my writing, I have to get my stuff down, otherwise I'll forget it and it will all evaporate. Can't she just start dinner without me, then let me join in when I'm finished with my pressing matters? Would lacking five minutes of my oh-so-intriguing conversation throw off the balance of the little universe that is our family structure?

That's how my mom is. :rolleyes: They did finally start starting without me when I was delayed, but really the you-have-to-come-now thing I think is because of she wants us there for the prayer.

[Kailita]

Originally posted by Rhiannon
They did finally start starting without me when I was delayed, but really the you-have-to-come-now thing I think is because of she wants us there for the prayer.
Ditto. But my mom takes offense when I come up for the prayer, then dash off to finish writing. :rolleyes:

[The-Elf-Herself]

That doesn't make sense. If all they want you to be there for is prayer, then after it's over you should be free to pursue what you wish. *pats for Kai and Rhi on their backs, aspiring writers with nonhelpful Moms in that department* I couldn't imagine not being able to skip something if I desperately need to write. My mom completely gets that.

[Dragon]

I just spent the whole day w/ someone I haven't seen in.........2 years? yeah, 2 years, it was fun:D :D :eek:

[Rhiannon]

How cool, D!

[Dragon]

yeah, and it was really refreshing, 'cause my friend is one of those people that can find some way to make u feel better about yourself even if you suck:rolleyes:

I also got new clothes:D two "funny phrase" t-shirts ("I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute"and "don't make me think, it hurts too much") some really long, awesomely pocketed boy's shorts, and a dragon cover-shirt (what I call those really big silky shirts that can only look decent over another shirt, but are usually really cool:cool: )

[Kailita]

Originally posted by The-Elf-Herself
*pats for Kai and Rhi on their backs, aspiring writers with nonhelpful Moms in that department* I couldn't imagine not being able to skip something if I desperately need to write. My mom completely gets that.
*Envy envy*

Originally posted by Dragon
I also got new clothes two "funny phrase" t-shirts ("I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute"and "don't make me think, it hurts too much") some really long, awesomely pocketed boy's shorts, and a dragon cover-shirt (what I call those really big silky shirts that can only look decent over another shirt, but are usually really cool )
I love that first quote. I used it as my Deep Thought once. :D
*Gasp* You have the really long, awesomely pocketed boy's shorts, D? *More envy*
*Believes she is entitled to "borrow" her little sister's clothes, being the big sister and all...looks crafty...* :cool:;)

[Dragon]

*defiant, haughty smile*

if they fit u, andif u can find em:D :p :D :p :D :p

yeah, I know u used that, I've been saying it 4 ages....well, not much online, but....I finally found one!!!

yeah, I think the only reason my mom let me get the boys shorts is 'cause they were on sale 4 like....$7:D :eek:

[Rhiannon]

I am $60 richer than I was yesterday. Frauke, the German wife of an Air Force guy who goes to our church and has three children under 4, hired me to help her get ready for her son's birthday party this afternoon, and to help supervise the party tomorrow. All right, I'm good at this sort of thing. I went, expecting to spend the afternoon hanging a few streamers and helping organize a craft and maybe blowing up one or two balloons.

Hah!

I discovered that little Jorn's birthday party is a legendary blow-out extravaganza, in which pretty much the whole street participates. Thirty or so kids, a pony, massive ammounts of food, 300 water balloons (a pipe dream if I ever saw one...we got maybe seventy filled, and I was completely soaked), big strings of balloons (done by yours truly with great pizzaz), and 'Candy Man'. Candy Man is a sheet with candy hot-glued to it, wrapped around the shoulders of Mr. Frauke, who runs around the yard while the children chase him and try to grab the candy.

All this being set in motion with Frauke having to stop every hour and feed little Analysia, plus dealing with the small crises of little Jorn and little Sarah.

Frauke is crazy.

AND THEN, almost as soon as I got there, the power went out. The power went out All. Over. The Base. The power surge caused the commissary and the BX to catch fire. There was no power for most of the day. We were FRANTIC, because all the food needed to be refrigerated and we needed to use the glue gun and Frauke needed to bake and there was no power...it didn't come back until evening.

But I accomplished a great deal, and my fingers have been burnt by hot glue, and sore from tying balloons, and tomorrow everything will be one heck of a mad house.

[Dragon]

awww, that's (almost???)terrible, rhi!!! *attempts to sympathise*

I saw charlies angels 2 today, extreamely stupid, really funny....well, you guys might not find it funny, but I thought it was hilarious

[Kailita]

Whoa...sounds like you had a very interesting day, Rhi...but hey, you got paid, didn't you? ;)

Originally posted by D
if they fit u, andif u can find em
*Haughtily shrinks her waist down a couple sizes*
*Casually ambles around...nonchalantly peeking into her sister's drawers...* :cool:

[Rhiannon]

Well, YESTERDAY was even MORE interesting, and really wild, and I have a bad sunburn, ow ow ow!

But I did have a good time and I made a lot of money- I have $330 towards my $400 plane ticket to NC for The Gathering. Woo-hoo!

Oh yeah, and the party was crashed by the police- the balloons across the street are a hazard.

[Kailita]

Originally posted by Rhiannon
Oh yeah, and the party was crashed by the police- the balloons across the street are a hazard.
Hazard?? :confused::confused: You've got to be kidding me...

Well, cheers for money. :rolleyes:

*Continues to browse around through her sister's clothes*...Ah! Eureka! *Triumphantly holds up the seven dollar, really long, awesomely pocketed boy's shorts!* :D (*Adds a couple zippers to them, just for a finishing touch.* :D) *Dashes off to her own room to put them on, carefully locking the door behind her so D can't come back and steal her shorts back.* :p

(Hehehe...all the things you miss from not having a real big sister, D...;):rolleyes: )

[Rhiannon]

They said a fire truck wouldn't be able to go through. Er, a fire truck could probably plough right through those things, and anyway no one ever drives down Bravo St. Ever. It is totally dominated by kids playing and the whole base (clarification: this party was taking place in the base housing of the local Air Force Base) knows not to drive down it.

Ms. Frauke was irritated (the police has also come the day before because someone called about the kids being in the street- I think they've just got a nosy, grouchy neighbor who doesn't like kids) but mostly everyone thought it was a great lark (we just took the balloons down and stuck them in the garage). The police crashed a four year old's birthday party! A story for the grandkids, neh?

Ow, my back hurts.

On Tuesday I get my allowance and I'm going to order some black suede lace-up knee-high boots. Versatile enough to go with a large range of historical periods, and way cool enough to be worn daily- provided you're way cool and outcasted like us here.

[Kailita]

Originally posted by Rhiannon
On Tuesday I get my allowance and I'm going to order some black suede lace-up knee-high boots. Versatile enough to go with a large range of historical periods, and way cool enough to be worn daily- provided you're way cool and outcasted like us here.
Oooooh...:eek:

*Looks crafty*

Hey Rhi...if I adopt you as my sister too...will I be able to steal your clothes (*cough*shoes...) also...? :cool::rolleyes:

[Rhiannon]

Sure :D But I have 9 1/2 wide feet...

[The-Elf-Herself]

Huzzah! Just my size!

*glances at Rhian hopefully*:D

[Rhiannon]

*waves hand* Of course, of course...My outcasted clothes are your outcasted clothes...

[The-Elf-Herself]

Thanks! Let's see, what was cool that I did today. Oh! I watched a very inaccurate TV miniseries on Julius Caesar, went to Barnes and Noble, and bought a new CD. The latest by Matchbox Twenty, More Than You Think You Are.

[Rhiannon]

Mm, did I do anything cool today? No, no, not really.

Darn.

[Annushka]

matchbox twenty has this song called Mad Season, right? I like them!!!

Cool things done? I handed in my 1st draft:) Such a relief.
Today we had a very funny and interesting class. It's English writing/speaking course I'm attenidng. so they gave us small topics that made absolutly no sense. like - furniture can talk, NY was constructed by aliens, everybody should wear wigs. and we had 30seconds to think and then had to come up with a 2 minute speech proving this idea. mine was - fish is the best pet. it was so much fun, and people were actually making sense.

[The-Elf-Herself]

Yeah, they rock. My actually wanted me to buy the CD with that song on it( also called Mad Season), but I wanted their latest first.

Oh, that sounds awesome Shush! *wishes her writing classes were more like that* We just talk huge amounts and go off-topic a lot.

[Annushka]

they have this black and white video for the song - come back home - or something. (I can`t remember song's names :() I love that song.

we go off topic all the time. today was exclusive:)

[Rhiannon]

But this is the Outcast Greetings & Chatter! There IS no topic!

[Annushka]

no, no, no! I meant the w/s class. I know that this is the only place where we can talk whatever we want:)

[Rhiannon]

Oh well that's all right then :D

[Dragon]

Originally posted by K

*Continues to browse around through her sister's clothes*...Ah! Eureka! *Triumphantly holds up the seven dollar, really long, awesomely pocketed boy's shorts!* :D (*Adds a couple zippers to them, just for a finishing touch.* :D) *Dashes off to her own room to put them on, carefully locking the door behind her so D can't come back and steal her shorts back.* :p

(Hehehe...all the things you miss from not having a real big sister, D...;):rolleyes: )

hmmm, those must b the wrong shorts, K

*looks down, and she is still wearing her shorts*:D just turns out you chose the wrong time to go looking, eh? what you've got would probably b my zip-off pants minus the legs...oh well:rolleyes: :D

Originally posted by rhi
Sure But I have 9 1/2 wide feet...

man!!! so not fair!!!! just. half. a. size. bigger! noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!

I like mathbox 20 a lot 2:D ... lots of songs by them are good:rolleyes:

[Rhiannon]

Rhiannon struts her stuff in her new avatar.

The crowd oohs and aahs.

[Annushka]

I certainly like it, Rhie. Especially the colors. Creates a certain atmosphere;)

[Dragon]

it reminds me of one of those black and white pictures that they add color to..... very cool

[Rhiannon]

Isn't it lovely? *loves it*

[Talierin]

Of course it's great! I made it! ;) :D

*waves* I'm new around here, hi hello yo aloha howdy everyone!

I like to wear black dockers with the legs rolled up, heehee... it's soooo in style :rolleyes:

[Rhiannon]

Yes, everything Tal makes is wonderful. Won'erful won'erful.

I haven't worn real clothes in two days- just pajamas.

[Kailita]

Rhi, I am so jealous...my mom throws a hissy fit if I'm not out of my pajamas by lunchtime, even during the summer! *Pouts*. (And by the way, Rhian, dahling, the new avatar is to die for. ;):D)

Matchbox Twenty is good. More Than You Think You Are is also good, but I think Mad Season is better.

Originally posted by D
*looks down, and she is still wearing her shorts* just turns out you chose the wrong time to go looking, eh? what you've got would probably b my zip-off pants minus the legs...oh well
Hmm...*looks down*...well...they do have zippers. I'm good. :D

Originally posted by Tal (are we on a nickname basis? Or am I still enough of a stranger to call you Talierin? ;))
*waves* I'm new around here, hi hello yo aloha howdy everyone!

I like to wear black dockers with the legs rolled up, heehee... it's soooo in style
:eek::eek: Can this be? A mod Outcast? Is this the first time this has ever happened in GOO history? Well...Yay says that you're either an Outcast or you're in denial...
And I have to admit, the dockers thing is great. :D

In other news: Rhiannon has adopted me as her little sister! Which means I now have a little sister and a big sister! :D *Dances about joyously*

Also: I have reached the infamous post 666! :eek:

Edit: I also love your location, Rhi. Is that from a song? And D, what have you done to your signature? It used to be a lot longer than that...

[Rhiannon]

Well, Kaia....We have no close neighbors, and I haven't been out of the house, and pajamas don't chafe my sunburn. I've got on real clothes now, though, because I went to ww.

And Kaia's my sisi now, so watch out!

[Kailita]

Originally posted by Rhiannon
And Kaia's my sisi now, so watch out!
:D:D *Dances*

What's ww?

[Rhiannon]

Weight Watchers. I didn't lose any this week, but I didn't gain either. And I'm hiking over the July 4th weekend.

[Talierin]

Originally posted by Kailita
:eek::eek: Can this be? A mod Outcast? Is this the first time this has ever happened in GOO history? Well...Yay says that you're either an Outcast or you're in denial...
And I have to admit, the dockers thing is great. :D

Why thank you! I rather like it myself ;) saves on having to buy shorts which always look ridiculous on my short, chubby hobbit legs.

Edit: I also love your location, Rhi. Is that from a song?

Oh! oh! I know what that's from! It's part of the first verse of the Lady of Shalott, my favoritist poem ever!

On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And through the field the road run by
To many-tower'd Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
The island of Shalott.

Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Through the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four grey walls, and four grey towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shalott.

By the margin, willow veil'd,
Slide the heavy barges trail'd
By slow horses; and unhail'd
The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd
Skimming down to Camelot:
But who hath seen her wave her hand?
Or at the casement seen her stand?
Or is she known in all the land,
The Lady of Shalott?

Only reapers, reaping early,
In among the bearded barley
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly;
Down to tower'd Camelot;
And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers, " 'Tis the fairy
The Lady of Shalott."

There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.

And moving through a mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year,
Shadows of the world appear.
There she sees the highway near
Winding down to Camelot;
There the river eddy whirls,
And there the surly village churls,
And the red cloaks of market girls
Pass onward from Shalott.

Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,
An abbot on an ambling pad,
Sometimes a curly shepherd lad,
Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad
Goes by to tower'd Camelot;
And sometimes through the mirror blue
The knights come riding two and two.
She hath no loyal Knight and true,
The Lady of Shalott.

But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights,
For often through the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights
And music, went to Camelot;
Or when the Moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed.
"I am half sick of shadows," said
The Lady of Shalott.

A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
He rode between the barley sheaves,
The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd
To a lady in his shield,
That sparkled on the yellow field,
Beside remote Shalott.

The gemmy bridle glitter'd free,
Like to some branch of stars we see
Hung in the golden Galaxy.
The bridle bells rang merrily
As he rode down to Camelot:
And from his blazon'd baldric slung
A mighty silver bugle hung,
And as he rode his armor rung
Beside remote Shalott.

All in the blue unclouded weather
Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather,
The helmet and the helmet-feather
Burn'd like one burning flame together,
As he rode down to Camelot.
As often thro' the purple night,
Below the starry clusters bright,
Some bearded meteor, burning bright,
Moves over still Shalott.

His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;
On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flow'd
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
As he rode down to Camelot.
From the bank and from the river
He flashed into the crystal mirror,
"Tirra lirra," by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot.

She made three paces through the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She look'd down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack'd from side to side;
"The curse is come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shalott.

In the stormy east-wind straining,
The pale yellow woods were waning,
The broad stream in his banks complaining.
Heavily the low sky raining
Over tower'd Camelot;
Down she came and found a boat
Beneath a willow left afloat,
And around about the prow she wrote
The Lady of Shalott.

And down the river's dim expanse
Like some bold seer in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance --
With a glassy countenance
Did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.

Lying, robed in snowy white
That loosely flew to left and right --
The leaves upon her falling light --
Thro' the noises of the night,
She floated down to Camelot:
And as the boat-head wound along
The willowy hills and fields among,
They heard her singing her last song,
The Lady of Shalott.

Heard a carol, mournful, holy,
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
Till her blood was frozen slowly,
And her eyes were darkened wholly,
Turn'd to tower'd Camelot.
For ere she reach'd upon the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
The Lady of Shalott.

Under tower and balcony,
By garden-wall and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
Dead-pale between the houses high,
Silent into Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and Burgher, Lord and Dame,
And around the prow they read her name,
The Lady of Shalott.

Who is this? And what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
And they crossed themselves for fear,
All the Knights at Camelot;
But Lancelot mused a little space
He said, "She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
The Lady of Shalott."

[Rhiannon]

Hee, yeah, what she said! My friend Kaytlyn used it when someone asked where I was from the other night (my standard reply is 'The stupid wind-swept plain'). Actually the fields are of alfalfa, but whatever ;)

[YayGollum]

Ick. No, this evil moderator is not the first to visit the guild of Outcasts. I can't remember who else showed up and said things, though. oh well. The Confusticated lady, at least.

[Kailita]

Ooh. That is absolutely beautiful. Though much less romantic when you're thinking of alfalfa. :rolleyes: Alfalfa = little rascal, not long fields that clothe the world and meet the sky.

[Rhiannon]

Yes, The Lady of Shalott is beautiful. Especially as put to music by Loreena McKinnet.

And it sounds nicer than 'stupid wind-swept plane', too ;)

[The-Elf-Herself]

Oooh, yes, Loreena Mckennit is excellent. :) I dunno, 'stupid wind-swept plain" has a certain sarcastic ring to it... :D :rolleyes:

[Kailita]

:eek: Rhi, you is almost at 700 postses! So very close!

*Is still trapped in the bowels of the 600s* :o Nooo...must...get...out!

[Rhiannon]

C'mon Kaia! You can do it!

[Talierin]

*bwahahahahas and points to her post count of 1300 sometime* I used to have about 1700, but half my posts got deleted awhile back

I have all Loreena McKennitt's CDs :D I don't listen to her much anymore though, ran into a band by the name of the orange county supertones and got hooked, hehehe

[Rhiannon]

Oh, hush Tal! *mutters to self*

[Talierin]

Or wait! looks like I just hit 1400! woohoo!

[Kailita]

I have about 15 to go before 700...I'm really looking forward to post 717...that's my lucky number. :)

[Rhiannon]

Pfft. Hush, Tal! Hush!

*cheers for Kaia*

*chants* The boots are coming, the boots are coming...

[Dragon]

I like to wear black dockers with the legs rolled up, heehee... it's soooo in style

I don't even know what dockers are (*is so out of touch w/ fashion it's pathetic:eek: :rolleyes: )

And D, what have you done to your signature? It used to be a lot longer than that...

well, see, I love to say grr, it's just like..... the essence of me, and it's so much simpler.... I finally got rid of those cheating question marks:D *mutters something about sitting on other ppl while playing twister*

In other news: Rhiannon has adopted me as her little sister! Which means I now have a little sister and a big sister! *Dances about joyously*

..............wait. does this mean.... that I'm now rhians little sister too? or do I have to adopt her as my big sister so we are a big circle of adoptioned ppls?:confused:

D-ish went to putt putt today, and they have something called wet wednesdays (sp?) so there were sprinklers on top of these poles, and it was like it was raining off and on, and it was really cool, 'cause when we putted the ball, there was a little trail of water droplets flying off it:D wackiness!

ummm..... *doesn't know what post she is at.....is too lazy to check:rolleyes: :confused: *

[Rhiannon]

I don't even know what dockers are (*is so out of touch w/ fashion it's pathetic )

They're a kind of pants...I think...

And you can be my little sister too if you want, D.

And my boots are coming ON THE 8TH! FedEx says so.

[Dragon]

well, I sort of realize that they're pants (I'm not that dense) but I mean, what kind of pants?

ok, so now there are the three of us. yay!

what if FedEx lied, rhi???:eek: :eek: :eek:

[Talierin]

They're like nice jeans, but the fabric isn't so thick like jean material, and the cut of them is fancier... I prefer the flat panel kind (they have various cuts to them)

[Rhiannon]

If FedEx lied...If FedEx lied...then there will be DEATH and DESTRUCTION and MAYHEM.

And Rhiannon will pitch a fit.

[Dragon]

hmmm, that;s what I thought rhi...now tell me about your childhood:D

oh...dockers...

[Kailita]

Originally posted by Dragon
well, see, I love to say grr, it's just like..... the essence of me, and it's so much simpler.... I finally got rid of those cheating question marks *mutters something about sitting on other ppl while playing twister*
*Giggles* :D That was fun, D...Twister...:D
Vivan las marks de preguntas! (I don't know how to say "marks" in espanol...:rolleyes: )

Another one by D
..............wait. does this mean.... that I'm now rhians little sister too? or do I have to adopt her as my big sister so we are a big circle of adoptioned ppls?
*Smiles, rolls her eyes, and shakes her head* "Adoptioned ppls"? Only you, D...you and your phrasings :rolleyes:...I heart you, little sis. :) And cheers, we're all one big happy family now! :D But we need...*gasp*...parents. :eek:

Two more days, Rhi, two more days!!




My uncle works for FedEx. :rolleyes:

[Talierin]

Originally posted by Kailita
My uncle works for FedEx. :rolleyes:

:o does he in any way look like Tom Hanks?

[The-Elf-Herself]

Fedex? Hah! My Dad's a postal worker. Scary people when they get angry.:rolleyes: We bathed the dogs today. Never seen something so pathetic. Crazy basset hounds. This is really random.

[Dragon]

no K!! not.... PARENTS!!!!!!!!

*gasp:eek: !*

*faints*

*wakes up*

how could you even suggest that!!!!!

and, how/what/why does tom hanks have 2 do w/ fedex?

[Rhiannon]

hmmm, that;s what I thought rhi...now tell me about your childhood

Well, mostly it was my big brother trying to get himself killed and take me with him.

D and Kaia, you can share my parents- they're the awesomest.

Oooh...BOOTS COME TOMORROW!

[Rhiannon]

And now....

My Trip to Balmoreah

At 8am Thursday morning, I was ready to go- contrary to the normal course of things- but Mom’s hair delayed us a whole half hour. But we made good time, hardly stopping until about 4pm, when there was a bang! - the car lurched and went skittering across the road. The right rear tire had blown out. Papa eased off to the side of the highway, the metal rim of the tire leaving a white line on the asphalt behind us. All that was left was shredded black rubber and the usual acrid smell I associate with cars. Papa changed the car, with Rachel and I watching (for our education), while Mom, Melody and Travis picked flowers in the median- eight different varieties just in that strip of grass, ranging from yellow to periwinkle blue.
On the highway again, we stopped in the next town in search of a new tire- tiny little Monahan, the home of some of Papa’s archrivals from his past life as a high school football player. There we were directed to ‘Kent’s’, where a stuffed deer’s head watched mildly over the counter, and one wall was covered with framed photos of past winners of the County Livestock Show, going back at least three decades. Strips of paper stenciled with names were tapes beneath the counter ledge- Past employees? Military service members from the town? Not the same names as the Livestock Show winners, both male and female names, several from the same family. It remains a mystery to me, because before long we were on our way again, now with matching tires and a renewed sense of adventure.
We stopped for dinner in another tiny town at a squat, cement-block drive-in, painted white with black Holstein spots all over it. Inside this giant cow there were three tables and fresh limeades, which we happily took advantage off; next stop was Balmoreah State Park.

Balmoreah State Park, Texas, was much smaller than I was expecting. The words ‘State Park’ invoke visions of mountain trails and isolation- not the case here, although we were fairly isolated (ten or fifteen minutes away from the township of Balmoreah, population 576), and there were mountains. Probably one of the best things for me was being near mountains again. The interminable flatness of Oklahoma has been subtly driving me mad. The Davis Mountains are sometimes considered the tail end of the Rocky Mountains, and they are volcanic, like the mountains of Japan, but there the similarities end. They are covered with dry scrub and spiny looking things instead of the dark green forests, snow, and mist of Japan- but still they are mountains, and seeing them blue and purple in the distance made me feel immensely better.
What we found (and that I wasn’t expecting) was a tiny motel with 18 suites, and a scattering of other buildings made of plaster (intended to look like adobe, I think) with red tile roofs, built by CCC workers under Roosevelt (or so Mom told me), sitting in the middle of the desert like an oasis. The reason it is there is the San Solomon Spring- an artesian spring, forced up out of the ground by pressure, and made by those same CCC workers in to a swimming pool, with a canal coming out of it. The canal goes through the park and around the motel, making a small falls right outside our room door. We spent all our evenings out by this falls, in chairs and on the grass, doing very little, and we always ate outside (Mr. Mark loves to feed people).
That first evening we arrived before anyone else- ‘anyone else’ being Mark and Terry, Papa’s college roommate and life-long friend and his wife, their son Patrick, as well as Mark’s parents, his niece and her husband (at least I think they were married), and Mark’s older brother. While we waited for them to show up, I went with Papa, Melody, Travis, and Rachel to see the spring.
It was cold. And it was lined with slimy moss. And there were tiny little fish in swarms. All of these are things I object to on general principle. But I got in anyway with the idea that it would be refreshing after a whole day spent in the car (it was). And the pure, chemical-free water did glorious things to my hair. For three days my hair was almost-thick, and not stringy, and soft. I reveled in it.

[Rhiannon]

My trip, continued

Our first full day in Balmoreah started with- Food. Lots of it. Sausage and ham and scrambled eggs and biscuits in large quantities, turned out happily by Mr. Mark. Mark is red-haired, red-faced, and big- not just around, but up- and he personifies ‘jovial’. His enthusiasms are Boy Scouts, and food. Preferably together. He brought with him his own grill, his camp-kitchen accessories, and two coffee pots, and proceeded to spend the next three days fattening us up with heaps of delicious stuff we shouldn’t have been eating and which is no doubt even now doing terrible things to our thighs.
Even before I dragged myself out of bed, guided by the smell of sausage, Bryce (Mark’s niece Mary’s husband, an architect major and a funny yet serious guy) was at the pool, staking out our spot- beneath a tree on the far side, in front of a set of steps and directly across from the diving board. Holding it down, once everyone had scattered (Papa, Mark, and the littles to Fort Davis, Mary and Bryce to a modern art something-or-other) was the job of Mom and me- Mom, really, because I got sunscreen in my eye and went back to the room to nurse it and watch Sean Connery blow things up in the guise of OO7 (always a worthy past time). By the afternoon, when everyone arrived back, it was better and I returned to the pool ahead of everyone else in order to lay claim to the biggest inner tube. I had already surveyed the books I brought with me (American Gods by Neil Gaiman, Emma by Jane Austen, Winter Rose by Patricia McKillip, The Tombs of Atuan by Ursula K. Le Guin, and One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez) and settled on One Hundred Years of Solitude as the ugliest and therefore most expendable mass market paperback. Besides, I was already a little less than halfway through it, and although it didn’t feel like it, it was slow going because of the sheer density of the language, and I wanted to finish.

One Hundred Years of Solitude is my most memorable summer read. I floated on the San Solomon Spring, and let the story of the Buendia family flow over me like the water. I was absorbed, transplanted- in no other place could I have read this book and have it be the same. The white plaster buildings and the red tile roofs and the desert plants and the blue mountains gave me sense of place that was Macando, and I was lost to it, only occasionally startled out of my trance by splashing from swimmers. I read in the inner tube all afternoon, and yet I only read one hundred pages. It felt like I had been absorbing whole volumes. It occurred to me that evening that I was the only person in my family capable of reading this book. My father and brother would be endlessly irritated by the unreal events, unable to suspend disbelief; my mother would drive herself mad trying to remember who and what. My sister would simply not like it, though because I said so she is determined to read it anyway.
The combination of One Hundred Years of Solitude and American Gods (which I read when not on the water) left me in a surreal haze, although the bright sunlight might also have something to do with this. But I walked past a water fountain stuck at ‘on’, pouring out a continuous stream of water, past a large man with thick, dark hair, a prosthetic leg and two very black dogs, and found myself wondering what god he would be.

The second day I floated on the water until Macando disappeared in the winds, and then I came out of the pool with shriveled feet, sunburn on my pallid thighs, and a minimum of six bug bites.

That afternoon the women went to Fort Davis to poke around in little stores, to Alpine to eat inside a squat, cement-block building, this one painted purple and home to the most delicious burgers and french fries. We got out of Alicia’s Burrito Palace before we could no longer move, and raced a train to the bookstore we had passed earlier. I happily crawled through the stacks on my hands and knees and made a nuisance of myself, until I was told that they were going to leave without me. I had great restraint, and only purchased two books: At the Back of the North Wind by George MacDonald and The Farthest Shore by Ursula K. Le Guin, for a total of $3 (Rachel found a galley of Wolfskin, and I found for her to get for Brad The Halloween Tree by Ray Bradbury).

That night we went to the ‘Star Party’ at the MacDonald Observatory. We were late so Papa and Mark were driving fast, through the very twisty roads through the mountains, and by the time I arrived I felt extremely sick. The cold night air helped, though, as Rachel and I tailed Mark and Patrick from telescope to telescope and nagged him for stories about Papa in college, all of which were far-fetched and hysterically funny.
And then there were the stars. The moon was incredible, but my favorite by far was the star cluster- M-13. It was like a thick cobweb with hundreds of tiny diamonds caught in it. It was breathtaking. It was beautiful. Later we braved the cold air to watch the ‘Constellation Show’. I have never been able to see any constellations before, except Orion and the Big Dipper. I loved it. I can find Draco, now- I have always wanted to be able to see Draco.

We didn’t get back until midnight (and I felt very sick again on the way back), and during the night Papa’s snoring woke me up. I worry about him. He sounded like a walrus. He sounded like he was dying. He kept me awake all night. But in the morning we got up, and eventually got loaded in the car and hugged our good-byes and set out on the long, long trip home.

We now return to your regularly scheduled thread.

[Annushka]

Rhia, you have the talent to make the reader feel like he/she has seen it all with his own eyes. That's amazing!!!!

and, how/what/why does tom hanks have 2 do w/ fedex?

There was a movie - *Cast away*. His character was working at Fedex:)

[Kailita]

*Adopts Rhi's parents as her own.* :D Now we just have to meet them. ;)

And now, two things:

One. Rhi should seriously write a novel of her life and publish it. Yes. If one can make a family roadtrip sound interesting, one really needs to get one's writings out there.

Two. I've finally broken 700! Yay! :D

[Rhiannon]

*blush* Thank you, Shush and Kaia!

God willing, there will be a novel someday. Besides all the fiction I want to write, there's the book I want to write about my family- we've already titled it, It Was Almost Funny, and the chapter about me will be 'The Death of Sunshine Girl' and the chapter about my sister will start with the line "I remember my first encounter with a bra. I wasn't the one wearing it."- And then, when I spend a year in England during college (I WILL! I will I will I will) I fully intend to write a book about it. I have a title for that one, too- The London Semester, which is what HSU calls their London study abroad program. I like the way it sounds.

700! Yay! Kaia, when we hit four digits, we have to have a party ;)

[Kailita]

Originally posted by Rhiannon
700! Yay! Kaia, when we hit four digits, we have to have a party ;)
Mahvelous, dahling. :D

Death of Sunshine Girl? What's the story behind that? And your sister and the bra...I bet that's an amusing one...

[Dragon]

:D :D :D I love that rhi! hilahrious!

*is forced into adopting parents*:o

[Rhiannon]

The Death of Sunshine Girl: when I was little (five) my nickname was Sunshine Girl, because I would get up at 4 or 5am and wake everyone up, and I was a chatterbox and I talked to eeeverybody, and I loved people and I wore lots of pink and ruffles and lace. Then I hit puberty and I turned in to an insomniac introvert anti-social person and wore black t-shirts with wolves on them and an Indiana Jones hat (now I wear boot-cut jeans and peasant blouses or knit shirts- mostly in dark colors still). So in the course of me becoming the person that I am today, Sunshine Girl had to die.

My sister and the bra: She just randomly said that to me one day. What happened was- it was the night of one the many children's musicals we were in, through either our church or the home school group, and one of Rachel's friends was the first of them to get a real bra, and while they were lined up to go onstage, this girl was fiddling with it- flicking the straps and things- and it broke. Rachel was right behind her, and she turned around with her eyes real big and said 'My bra! It snapped!' So this was Rachel's first experience with a bra, and she wasn't the one wearing it. (the girl went off and found a safety pin before they had to go on).

[balrog]

Originally posted by Rhiannon
The Death of Sunshine Girl: when I was little (five) my nickname was Sunshine Girl, because I would get up at 4 or 5am and wake everyone up, and I was a chatterbox and I talked to eeeverybody, and I loved people and I wore lots of pink and ruffles and lace. Then I hit puberty and I turned in to an insomniac introvert anti-social person and wore black t-shirts with wolves on them and an Indiana Jones hat (now I wear boot-cut jeans and peasant blouses or knit shirts- mostly in dark colors still). So in the course of me becoming the person that I am today, Sunshine Girl had to die.

My sister and the bra: She just randomly said that to me one day. What happened was- it was the night of one the many children's musicals we were in, through either our church or the home school group, and one of Rachel's friends was the first of them to get a real bra, and while they were lined up to go onstage, this girl was fiddling with it- flicking the straps and things- and it broke. Rachel was right behind her, and she turned around with her eyes real big and said 'My bra! It snapped!' So this was Rachel's first experience with a bra, and she wasn't the one wearing it. (the girl went off and found a safety pin before they had to go on).

Sunshine Girl should maybe view the change as one with more wisdom and as one who has evolved! :) IMO

and I am thankfull I have never had to experience a situation forementioned with a bra! :D

[Dragon]

bras are not good. bras are bad.

sunshine girl sounds exactly like the sort of ppl I try 2 avoid:rolleyes:

[Rhiannon]

Bras are good, because there is a point at which it is extremely uncomfortable to be without one.
Sunshine Girl should maybe view the change as one with more wisdom and as one who has evolved!
Oh, she does, believe me, she does ;)

[Dragon]

yes, but up until that point, bras r bad.

it is good that sunshine girl truly understands the full effects of her wondrous metamorphasis.:rolleyes: :D

[Annushka]

What's so wrong about bras?? I mean they make our lives easier:D

I totally agree. Sunshine Girl just grew up:)

[The-Elf-Herself]

Why are we talking about bras? LOL, no wonder no guys are hanging around.:D

[Dragon]

well, there's only yay, and certain other members who aren't around often.... so it's not that surprising:rolleyes: but, ok, we can stop now....

oh, BTW, my friend steven (as mentioned below) is now a registered member...he may ask questions about "what I said about him"....heheh little does he know, I seldom use names, adn thus you guys would not which person he is that I have talked about.....if he posts, you'll recognize him...I promise:rolleyes:

[Rhiannon]

Well, we started talking about bras because there was an anecdote involved...

If I'm not Sunshine Girl, though, what should I be called now?

[Dragon]

u should b called rhi. rhi is cool.:rolleyes: :D

[Kailita]

Originally posted by Rhiannon
Bras are good, because there is a point at which it is extremely uncomfortable to be without one.
They made me feel like a horse strapped up to a cart for the longest time. But now I've certainly gotten used to them. I'm sure you ALL wanted to know that. :D Everybody's first experience with a bra is at least slightly humorous. Hmmm. I was about to say "excluding the boys" - but I bet those are pretty darn funny, too. :rolleyes:

Sunshine Girl is an adorable name, but Rhi has definitely moved on. Now she is an insomniac Daughter of the Night. Ooh...that sounds evil.

Oh, completely off-topic (but this IS the chatter thread): Rhian, have your boots come yet? And what in the world do your deep thoughts mean? If that's Latin...doesn't vox mean voice? But I don't understand the rest of it...

And in other news...


I have hit the big 5-0!!!

Yes, that's right, 50 bottles! Want me to spell it out for you? Fifty! FIFTY! F-I-F-T-Y! Eeeee! :D And not only that...I've surpassed it! 55 to be exact! *Dances* :D:D:D

[Rhiannon]

"The spoken word perishes, the written words remain" is what it means, Kaia ;) Is nifty!

Insomniac Daughter of the Night.....ooooooooh.....

And my boots are here. My boots are awesome. My boots are tres kick-tushie. They rock the Casbah :D I'll take pictures soon.

Fifty five! Wooooohooooooo! (while we were on our trip, Kaia, I had Dr. Pepper in a bottle...and I had this urge to take the bottle and keep it. And start a collection)

[BranMuffin]

Why all the talk about bras? Why does no one talk about the bro or the manzierre(sp?).

Oh and by the way I recently joined the guild.

[Kailita]

Oooh...that is nifty, Rhi. Latin...:eek::D

And you used my title for you as your title! :eek::D yet again! Cheers! *Feels so special* ;):D *Is glad Rhi liked it*

Bootses! Hurray! Yes, now we need pictures...

Originally posted by Rhiannon
Fifty five! Wooooohooooooo! (while we were on our trip, Kaia, I had Dr. Pepper in a bottle...and I had this urge to take the bottle and keep it. And start a collection)
Now that is hilarious. ;) I wonder who would be putting such crazy ideas as bottle-collecting into your head...?

Originally posted by BranMuffin
Why all the talk about bras? Why does no one talk about the bro or the manzierre(sp?).
*Blinks*...Umm...because I have no idea what a bro or a manzierre is. :confused:

Also: Rhi, you are already nearing 800 posts! Wasn't just a couple weeks ago that I was huzzahing at your approaching 700? You post like a madwoman! ;)

[Rhiannon]

And you used my title for you as your title! yet again! Cheers! *Feels so special* *Is glad Rhi liked it*

It's great! *huggles sis* Though I had to, mm, alter it a bit to make it fit....Now that is hilarious. I wonder who would be putting such crazy ideas as bottle-collecting into your head...?
You know I have no idea.

Also: Rhi, you are already nearing 800 posts! Wasn't just a couple weeks ago that I was huzzahing at your approaching 700? You post like a madwoman!
Well...some of us haven't got lives, you know :D

[Kailita]

Originally posted by Rhi
It's great! *huggles sis* Though I had to, mm, alter it a bit to make it fit....
:D:D *Hugs back* (Yes, this is what I've been missing having only brothers.) And I like the alteration, too! Dotter...yes...you are a bit dotty...;) (Hehehe...:D)

Also by Rhi
Well...some of us haven't got lives, you know
Crazy homeschoolers. :rolleyes:;)

[Rhiannon]

*Hugs back* (Yes, this is what I've been missing having only brothers.) And I like the alteration, too! Dotter...yes...you are a bit dotty... (Hehehe...

Dotty Rhiannon...

Crazy homeschoolers.
I mean it! You can ask my sister! All I do is sit in front of the computer embroidering and check every little bit to see if anything has happened...And I go off to my room and read, but half the time I bring my book back to the computer to tell someone about it all....

[Dragon]

heh, this place almost is my life... well, other than that there is e-mail and my chatroom, since I don't have aim like so many ppl I would love 2 talk 2...as soon as I wake up, I check my e-mail, then come here. 5 mins after I get off the comp, I check my e-mail, and come here. whenever I go sumwhere, I check my e-mail, then come here right b4 I leave, then wehn I get back, I check my e-mail and come here...:eek: :rolleyes: :o I need a life... I have to go do something...

[BranMuffin]

*waits five minutes for D to come back*

*Blinks*...Umm...because I have no idea what a bro or a manzierre is.

You've never seen that episode of Sienfeld????
It's the bra for men.... hence the bro or manzierre.

[Dragon]

ha! I''m back, it wasn't 5 mins, but I was the first one here after the next post!!! impressively pathetic, isn't it?

hmmm, we do not speak of those things, bran (heheh) actually it's bc almost all of us are girls, and barely any males need bros or manzierres

my left pinky is going haywire, I keep pressing "A" every other letter, and then I have 2 fix everything...:rolleyes: :o

[BranMuffin]

Originally posted by Dragon
hmmm, we do not speak of those things, bran (heheh) actually it's bc almost all of us are girls, and barely any males need bros or manzierres

True, I was actually just trying to get off the subject of bras.

[Dragon]

uh, ok, lets move on 2 the subject of.....uh.....~*looks around*~ bottles:D :D :D

~*waits 4 K 2 come crashing in screaming about bottles*~

[BranMuffin]

Baby bottles? Old bottles? Rare bottles? Cool looking bottles? What kind?

[Dragon]

all sorts of bottles...

~*still waiting 4 K...*~

lately there has been a discussion on saki bottles in another thread which I find fascinating, in fact, after I asked waht they were, I realized that my brother used 2 have one, but the einside thingummer was shaped like a bunchof grapes...tres chouette:D

[Kailita]

*Darts in, looking around frantically*

Am I late? Did I miss my cue?

*Crashes in, screaming about bottles*

:D

I heart bottles.

But only if they're recyclable. ;) *Will someday make a fortune off of money from recycled plastic bottles!* :D (That'll be the day...considering that here in Cali we only get two measley cents per soda bottle! Aiieee! :o)

Originally posted by BranMuffin
You've never seen that episode of Sienfeld????
It's the bra for men.... hence the bro or manzierre.
*Giggles*

Originally posted by D
lately there has been a discussion on saki bottles in another thread which I find fascinating, in fact, after I asked waht they were, I realized that my brother used 2 have one, but the einside thingummer was shaped like a bunchof grapes...tres chouette
Aagh, D, stop speaking in French! *Can't...understand...bangs head against wall...*

[Rhiannon]

Hee! Me too, Kaia- it drives me nuts in novels when there is random dialogue in French. Bah.

[Dragon]

oh, um, sorry, I said very cool....sorry!!! I...I .... well, I have 2 remember it somehow... ~*makes a pitiful face*~:(

[Kailita]

Random dialogue is great. But throw in a foreign language on top of that, and things get sticky. :rolleyes::o

[Dragon]

sticky like bananas?

my eyes started turning yellow 2day, starting from the inside and working their way out. my eyes change color on a regular basis, but never yellow...I was talking 2 a friend and telling him about it, and we decided that it means I'm developing a super power. we decided that my power is going 2 b that I can shoot bananas and yellow lasers from my eyes... ~*laughs*~:D :D :D

edit---> rhi, what was that quote u had in your old deep thoughts? I think it was from 'til we have faces? well, I loved it, and I would like 2 b able 2 write it down sumwhere....but first I must have it...

[Kailita]

Ooh, I liked that quote too, even though it was pretty depressing and probably not completely true.

Bananas? :confused:

I wish my eyes changed colors! My eyes are brown...but they do have some yellow in them! Or...well, it's more of an amber/goldish. It's kind of freaky, but cool. :D

[Rhiannon]

The quote was from Til We Have Faces by CS Lewis- which is an awesome book- and I edited it heavily to make it fit...I'll go fetch the book and see if I can find it (I'm not sure where it is in the book, since it's been at least four months since I reread it, and I got that specific quote from my friend's IM profile...)

I've decided it was bad of me to have long deep thoughts, though, so I moved my current deep thought to my sig, because I love it, and got my nifty Latin number.

My eyes don't change colors. They are- grey. Murky grey.

[Kailita]

Mysterious gray, Rhian. Enigmatic gray...ooooh...;)

[Rhiannon]

That's right :D Mysterious grey eyes.

Besides- Eowyn had grey eyes. Faramir had grey eyes too. And I'm pretty sure it says Aragorn had grey eyes. I'm in good company ;)

Though I still wouldn't have minded having cobalt blue eyes. Really, I wouldn't mind.

[Dragon]

rhi, I think there is a difference between not minding and wanting something, correct me if I'm wrong.:D

yes K, bananas:D I love bananas, the word, the fruit, it's just so...banana-y:D

heheh, I think it's so funny when sum1 I don't know 2 well is trying 2 describe me, they're like, "she has blond hair, blue eyes *cast a glance towards me* wait, but, they were blue last time!!!"

lol. heheheheh

[Annushka]

I have the most boring brown eyes. They are brown always: when it rains, when the sun is shining, in the dark, in the water etc.

Yay for D's new signature!!!!:):):):):)

[BranMuffin]

Originally posted by Rhiannon
Though I still wouldn't have minded having cobalt blue eyes. Really, I wouldn't mind.

I have those... actually the only part of my physical appearance that I do like. I've been complimented about them more than a couple times....

[Dragon]

~*hisses under her breath*~ don't say that, now she'll try 2 steal them!!!

[Rhiannon]

*mutters imprecations about Bran*

Grey. Grey grey grey grey, with a darker grey ring, and a tiny bit of dark yellow/brown around the pupil (which I hear means I'm an American of Scottish descent. But I knew that).

[BranMuffin]

I have Scottish in me too, hence the red facial hair. But my Norwegian blood shines through when it comes to my blonde hair and blue eyes.

*covers eyes in fear of loosing them* they're the only thing I have that looks good, I plan on keeping them, Rhi can't have them.

[Talierin]

Just brown eyes/hair here, lots of German, Swiss, and British Isles.... I look very european when I wear my beret, heheh

[BranMuffin]

Weirdo...European.....ah never mind I can't do anything.
*Bows to the mighty Tal in fear of another picture scam*

[Dragon]

heh, that was pretty funny tho...:D :D :D

bran, ppl like this r y u don't post pics:rolleyes: :eek: :rolleyes:

[Rhiannon]

I look....like solid peasant stock. A braw lassie as opposed to a bonnie lass. In fact my figure closest resembles...a bar wench.

[Rhiannon]

Kaia and D- you asked for the quote that was formerly my Deep Thought, and here 'tis; "A terrible, sheer thought, huge as a cliff, towered up before me, infinitely likely to be true. No man will love you, though you gave your life for him, unless you have a pretty face..."

I had to cut it to make it fit, so here is the full(ish) quote- "A terrible, sheer thought, huge as a cliff, towered up before me, infinitely likely to be true. No man will love you, though you gave your life for him, unless you have a pretty face... in either race, for the love of men or the love of a god, the winners and losers are marked out from birth. We bring our ugliness... with us into the world, with it our destiny. How bitter this was, any ill-favoured woman will know. We have all had our dream of some other land, some other world, some other way of giving the prizes which would bring us in as the conquerors; leave the smooth, rounded limbs, and the little pink and white faces, and the hair like burnished gold, far behind; their day ended, and ours come. But how if it's not so at all? How if we were made to be dregs and refuse everywhere and everyway?"

-Till We Have Faces by CS Lewis

[BranMuffin]

Originally posted by Dragon
heh, that was pretty funny tho...:D :D :D

bran, ppl like this r y u don't post pics:rolleyes: :eek: :rolleyes:

Umm. I had no control over that...I live near and Go to church with MacAddict. He posted the pics plus took some more before he went out to Colorado. So Tal had plenty of ammo...

Uh, I hate it when girls down themselves about their looks, especially when they don't look bad....Rhi.
I always have liked CS Lewis. Good quote.

[Dragon]

good quote? awesome quote, and it's true too, or at least almost true.

well then, that's y u don't let ppl take pics of u in the first place!:rolleyes: :o

[BranMuffin]

MacAddict it very, very sneaky. And somehow blends into the wall for picture taking, jumps out from behind corners for surprise shots, pops up from under table while eating to get those mouth full shots, somehow has the camera ready but concealed for those yawning shots, is at your house for those first of the morning shots, and just about any other time that is bad to get your picture taken he is there somehow......

[Dragon]

heh, I bet I could keep him from taking my pic ~*is a master of the art*~

[Rhiannon]

My dad is one of those evil-stealth-camera people. He's terrible about taking pictures of people eating. Bad man.

Uh, I hate it when girls down themselves about their looks, especially when they don't look bad....Rhi.
No really, I mean it, quite literally. It's the broad hips-broad shoulders-strong bones look. I think I prefer this to being waspish and skinny, though. 'Full figured', that's what it is.

Though I do have days where I look in the mirror and go 'AAAUGH! TROLL! TROLL!'.

Till We Have Faces rules. I love it. It's an amazing book. And really, that quote is true in a lot of ways.

[BranMuffin]

Fret not Rhi. Some guys like that look compared to skin and bones...(I feel like I'm going to crush them if I give them a hug)

My favorite line from Shrek(which I used for myself for a while) was where he called himself a "big ugly stupid ogre" and that people judge him before they even know him...

[The-Elf-Herself]

C'mon now Rhian! I'm a tall, strong-boned chick who's not skinny(well, my Mom says I am, but she's currently on a diet for health reasons, so compared to her...) We're completely awesome, I've seen you and you're cool looking and I know I'm cool looking. Yeah, I have loads of self-confidence, I went through a really bad 'ugly duckling' stage in which everyone said 'oh, she has...lovely eyes! She'll...grow to be really pretty,' so now that I AM grown(mostly), I figure life can't really hit me with anything worse as far as appearances(and I'm going to burn the pictures from that stage...). Bleh. Brown around the pupil means you're of Scottish descent? Hunh. I have eyes like that. They're brown around the pupil, then a broad ring of green, bordered by grey. I just call them hazel(ish) or green(ish), they're bascially green, most of the time, although they chance colors(made it complicated when I had to tell the people at the DMV what color to put on my driving permit). Whatever color eyes you have are awesome, because they're uniquely yours and no one else can have them. Cameras now...they're evil. Always flashing in your face.

[Rhiannon]

Fret not Rhi. Some guys like that look compared to skin and bones...(I feel like I'm going to crush them if I give them a hug)

I know it- all the men in my family do, anyway. I surveyed them :D I think most guys don't really like the skin and bones look. But you know what that means? It means that women are pushing the skinny-and-blonde-is-beautiful body image. That's disgusting. Down with Barbie!

I'm a tall, strong-boned chick who's not skinny(well, my Mom says I am, but she's currently on a diet for health reasons, so compared to her...) We're completely awesome, I've seen you and you're cool looking and I know I'm cool looking. I'm trying to lose weight for health reasons, too- I went through a really nasty ugly duckling ostracized stage, gained weight like crazy, and then each time we moved gained weight again....all very evil. Not good for me. So, losing slowly but steadily and doing good. Hope to be at my ideal healthy weight by the time I leave for college :)

But in other news...I'm going to start working on the scrapbook page for The Great Tolkien Freak gathering, when I got together with my two best friends and we made costumes- anyway, Mom doesn't like this picture because it's too 'snooty'. Thoughts?

[YayGollum]

Well, I don't think that the picture looks especially bad, but yes, you do look snooty. Not good. But then, I'd like to think that you were just making a crazy look for the camera. :( :confused: :rolleyes:

[Dragon]

how do u look snooty? maybe I'm 4getting the meaning of the word...

I know it- all the men in my family do, anyway. I surveyed them I think most guys don't really like the skin and bones look. But you know what that means? It means that women are pushing the skinny-and-blonde-is-beautiful body image. That's disgusting. Down with Barbie!

AMEN!!!

I'm really skinny.....well, not skin and bones, but then, I don't try 2 b...last yr a lot of ppl thought I was anorexic bc they didn't sit w/ me at lunch and c that I was eating twice as much as everyone else... I guess I have really good/bad metabolism...whichever way u look at it, but I eat a lot, and ppl don't believe me when I tell them I do...

[Lomelinde]

yeah really, how do we look snooty?? I don't see it. maybe I'm just THAT selfcentered tho...who knows. let's give it up for full-figured chicks! woot woot. hey, maybe we should start a guild! lol, I mean...there are guilds for way more random things - hehe

[Lomelinde]

btw, I know that was a really random entry from someone who hasn't ever posted in this thread before...but I've read the whole thing and I felt it was a great time to jump in. randomosity abounds.

[Rhiannon]

Well, I don't think that the picture looks especially bad, but yes, you do look snooty. Not good. But then, I'd like to think that you were just making a crazy look for the camera.

We were posing- we were all prettied up in our dresses and that was the 'serious' picture. We're all grinning in the other ones.

Snooty = snobby, D.

Yay Lomie! *hugs*

[Annushka]

Originally posted by Rhiannon
I know it- all the men in my family do, anyway. I surveyed them :D I think most guys don't really like the skin and bones look. But you know what that means? It means that women are pushing the skinny-and-blonde-is-beautiful body image. That's disgusting. Down with Barbie!

I'm trying to lose weight for health reasons, too- I went through a really nasty ugly duckling ostracized stage, gained weight like crazy, and then each time we moved gained weight again....all very evil. Not good for me. So, losing slowly but steadily and doing good. Hope to be at my ideal healthy weight by the time I leave for college :)

Guys don`t like bones, that's for sure.
you`re right Rhia, losing weight slowly is the only right way to do it. If not, the kilos come back in very short time. I was losing weight for 1.5 years. Now i`m not skinny, and I`ll never be. Nothing wrong about that. I like the way I look. The only problem is that I have to watch what I eat:(:( How I hate that:mad: But that's a choice I've made. So complaining a