Lies and falsehoods, Padfoot!

Ok kids, I think we need a weekend recap.

Friday:
Went to see The Lake House with Janeea, Sarah, Hannah, Liz, Jackie, and Erin. LOVED it. Sarah and I tried really hard to break each others' hands because we didn't know how it was going to end and OMG it was great. I laughed, I cried, I chewed my knuckles (which is the mark of truly good movie) and I still like Keanu Reeves.


Saturday:
Went to Renee's party. Tripped over her stairs and broke my shoe and scraped the shit out of my knee, all in one fell swoop. (Honestly, I shouldn't be allowed to walk.)

Ate. A lot. God her mom makes good food. Renee, I love you, and your mother, and all the food in your house. In that order.

Played with adorable dogs and sat and chilled with awesome people like Anna and Aaron and Vanessa and others. Met a girl named Cassie, and one named Nicole, who played Little Red Riding Hood in Into the Woods.

And then I ate some more.

Hope Renee liked her presents!


Saturday/Sunday:
CAMPING.

Ok. I didn't want to go camping. I don't camp. I'm not terribly fond of canoes, it was dark, I hate bugs, I was told I was going to get eaten by a bear or attacked by a weirdo, and peeing in the woods...Yeah.

Well, I think my friends (or at the very least, Janeea) have figured out that if you reassure me enough I will do a lot of the things that I don't do. And I would like to deeply and sincerely thank Janeea, because CAMPING WAS AWESOME.

Seven teenaged girls canoed out to a campsite, in the mostly dark, with a shit load of stuff, set up a tent, built a fire, cooked hot dogs and s'mores and whatever else we wanted, spent the night, did not get eaten by a bear or attacked by anything, peed in the woods, (I) did not get bit by ANYTHING, and then cleaned it all up and canoed back. (And we didn't tip the canoe either, no matter how much I was panicking about it.)

So there.

We are women, hear us kick ass.

I also caught a tadpole in a water bottle, and named him Ted. Ted the Tadpole. He's bi-lingual and has little legs and a little mouth and little eyes and someday he's going to turn into Fred the Frog.

Chittenden Dam is GORGEOUS in the morning. (There are big fucking rocks and sun and sky and water and mountains and GAH.) Really and truly gorgeous. I felt like Peter Pan. Don't ask why, but I felt so much like him that I crowed.

It was great.


Sunday:
Made it back from camping in one piece, hung with Renee for a little while, watched A Knight's Tale and then took a nap. Heh.


Ok. For some reason, my parents went out and bought a net and a volleyball and a badminton set. So if anyone wants to play... (Why? Why do they buy these things? The telescope that we've never used, the piano that no one in my house can play...Why?)


And last but not least, I finally saw Tristan and Isolde. It was ok. I mean, it wasn't bad, but it was pretty predictable and all I really cared about was that he was very very very pretty. (But since I am a total sap, I believed the whole "love conquers all and is stronger than death" bit. So I liked it, is my point)


And that's the end of this long ass entry.

Hey Seniors: Does anyone have a spare ticket to graduation for me? I'd really like to go, but I can't unless I have a ticket... Em, I figured yours would all be spoken for, but if not...

In any case, Renee invited me to project grad, so I can see you all there if all else fails. I'd really like to go to the actual ceremony however. I know more people in this class than I did in my own.


In other news, after a lovely afternoon of chilling and watching Into the Woods, Janeea and I went to the Stafford concert tonight. Why? To watch Aaron Mack.

Aaron is absolutely captivating. He's the most interesting thing on a stage. And it's because when you watch him, you can see how throughly he's enjoying what he's doing. Every fiber of his being is completely involved in it, and he never runs out of energy. Every hair in that mop on his head moves in time to the beat. It seems that every article he's wearing has been carefully chosen to create whatever look he's striving for. When he plays, he doesn't play the music. He IS the music. He gets so INTO it, every muscle vibrating with the sound, every motion spontaneous and moving with the noises his instrument is making. The word self-concious is not in his vocabulary. (And is there anything he doesn't play?)

The feeling I get when watching him play is similar to the one I get while watching him act. Every minute movement he makes fits into his character. If his nose twitches, it's because it's supposed to. If he plays the bass vertically or shakes his trombone violently or wears a curly wig, it's because it was meant to be.

Aaron Mack makes you believe.


Aaron, I know you read this sometimes, so don't let this go to your head, but you are one of the few people I know who has talent and who's head is not so far up your ass that you won't ever do anything with it. In short, you are one of the few people I know that I truly believe will go somewhere big.

Just remember us when you get there.




P.S. Does anyone have the song Honky-Tonk Badonkadonk? God, I want that song.