well, today was odd. I went to breakfast with Brent, who was kind enough to buy my Vegan Morningstar dish at Studio One (mmmm, tempeh, so good.... and potatoes... my Irish ancestors are smiling...), then we drove around and did his last-minute errands before he leaves for Hawai'i. It's beginning to sink in that I may very well never speak to this boy again, which will suck, because it's been the norm to see him when I least expect and most need it. Hrm...
After that, I went home and slept, because last night I was up late-ish talking on the phone... Rudely awakened by my sister talking loudly on the phone with her mate, Jess. I'm not surprised, really- she's my sister, and I talk loudly on the phone, so it makes sense that she does as well, because apparently we're more alike than two people should be, even if they share genetic traits.
Stopped by Kyra's birthday party while the family was frying up slabs of flesh on the barbecue (every day I become more vegetarian, and it amazes me. I don't expect you to be, but I am, so there). Tasty guacamole, vegan enchiladas, and it was good to see her before I disappear from the vortex of doom that is Eugene.
Ok, enough of that, here's what I wish I had done today: I would've woken up on the beach in Florence, scared a few tourists by jumping out from behind driftwood at them when they came looking for a place to romp (mean, I know, but people make some funny noises when they're really startled)... eaten waffles at a certain house on 8th street, then either gone back to the beach for a search for stones or gone sandboarding... it was surprisingly fun, even if I had better luck just sledding down. Balance, it is not so much something I possess in abundance. Red hair, yes, but the ability to remain upright while sliding down a mountain of sand while strapped to a thin piece of wood, no.
ok, done with this, I'm going to go have a meaningful chat with my cock(atiel). hehehe... wow, I'm tired. Cheers!
---MB
12.8.05
holy shit, i just woke up from one of the freakiest dreams i've had in awhile. i don't even remember falling asleep, but apparently i was out long enough for my subconscious to dredge up images of bodies and loved ones and loved ones' bodies and body bags and blood and knives and hatred... i think the hatred was the worst of it. he just stood there staring off down the beach, and when i asked what was wrong, he just turned to give me one of the harshest looks my mind could conjure up, and walked away. i think i may try to not go back to sleep any time soon. call if you're up as well.
---me
---me
11.8.05
Post- Party Update
As you can tell by today's date, as well as the title of this entry, my birthday has occured. Entirely too much fanfare for my preference, but hey, I've never said no to good Indian food, or a roll in the sand (as I fall down the dunes whilst trying to sandboard, of course ;p)
So anywho, Tuesday afternoon-ish was when Sarah and Tim and I met up to head out (Brent's car died so he couldn't join us, and Sarahj... jury's still out on that one), and before taking off we stopped in at Jung's Mongolian Grill. Sarah and I had normal-sized amounts of noodly chickeny goodness, and Tim.... well, Tim had a LOT of different kinds of meat and bits and his pile on the grill was larger than Sarah and I's, put together and fluffed up. This is important, so remember: Sarah and Meghan, normal amounts of food, and Tim was gobbling a meat buffet. hehehe... but, I disintegrate.
We drove over to Florence without incident, managing to hit the construction on the hill just right. Picked up Kyle and his bag'o'wood bits, then headed over to the hotel to check in. The room wasn't ready, so a nice beach stroll ensued for... an hour and a half? two hours? I don't know. All I know is that my phone still sounds like it's crunching up sand every time it rings, and that the toom was ready when we got back. Nice room, btw, mil gracias mami.
Pizza dinner on the docks. Went over and met up with Zac and Suzy and Codi. Saw this design that Kyle is thinking of getting a tattoo of. Rather like it, actually. We went out to the North Jetty and bonfired until Tim's Massive Meal of Meat decided to not agree with the Piping Pizza of Goodness (sorry, alliteration- not so much), and the munching of salad mix didn't quell the swell. However, there were some awesome shooting stars to be seen.
Went back to the hotel, where Tim's stomach contents made regular appearances. Poor poor boy. No worries though, I talked to him today, and he is well again. Or at least as well as one can be if said individual wears a coyote tail, rollplays, and boffs one's mates for fun. -shakes head in amazement-
The next morning at o'dark'thirty (7.30), my parents and sister called to sing "Happy Birthday" to me... I think... I went back to sleep afterwards. Then around 10.30, somebody remembered that the check-out time was 11, and rapid-fire showers ensued. We got out of there by 11.30 or so. Went back to Kyle's house for waffles and frozen fruit (except Tim- he had an apple and some juice... but this was at least 8 hours after the last porcelain-prayer, i made sure of that). Sarah and Tim went back to Eugene, and Kyle and I went sandboarding. I think that if one didn't have to run up the FREAKING HOT SAND every time one slid down the dune on one's ass, it would've been better. Earlier in the morning, possibly. I am now burnt on my face/arms. And freckly. Border-line leper-esque, actually. Or maybe leopard-esque... mweh.
Drive back was uneventful, and I got home just in time for a rather tasty meal out at Taste of India, then dessert at Sweet Life. Ah, what a sweet life it is. Except when you're falling asleep at the table and there's a Grasshopper Orb of goodness in front of you. Then, the sweetest life possible is sleep life.
Then today, at 7.30, it was back to the real world, nannying. I've been on the move ever since (well, minus a quality nap), and believe that again, Sleep Life is good. Cheers!
---Meghan
So anywho, Tuesday afternoon-ish was when Sarah and Tim and I met up to head out (Brent's car died so he couldn't join us, and Sarahj... jury's still out on that one), and before taking off we stopped in at Jung's Mongolian Grill. Sarah and I had normal-sized amounts of noodly chickeny goodness, and Tim.... well, Tim had a LOT of different kinds of meat and bits and his pile on the grill was larger than Sarah and I's, put together and fluffed up. This is important, so remember: Sarah and Meghan, normal amounts of food, and Tim was gobbling a meat buffet. hehehe... but, I disintegrate.
We drove over to Florence without incident, managing to hit the construction on the hill just right. Picked up Kyle and his bag'o'wood bits, then headed over to the hotel to check in. The room wasn't ready, so a nice beach stroll ensued for... an hour and a half? two hours? I don't know. All I know is that my phone still sounds like it's crunching up sand every time it rings, and that the toom was ready when we got back. Nice room, btw, mil gracias mami.
Pizza dinner on the docks. Went over and met up with Zac and Suzy and Codi. Saw this design that Kyle is thinking of getting a tattoo of. Rather like it, actually. We went out to the North Jetty and bonfired until Tim's Massive Meal of Meat decided to not agree with the Piping Pizza of Goodness (sorry, alliteration- not so much), and the munching of salad mix didn't quell the swell. However, there were some awesome shooting stars to be seen.
Went back to the hotel, where Tim's stomach contents made regular appearances. Poor poor boy. No worries though, I talked to him today, and he is well again. Or at least as well as one can be if said individual wears a coyote tail, rollplays, and boffs one's mates for fun. -shakes head in amazement-
The next morning at o'dark'thirty (7.30), my parents and sister called to sing "Happy Birthday" to me... I think... I went back to sleep afterwards. Then around 10.30, somebody remembered that the check-out time was 11, and rapid-fire showers ensued. We got out of there by 11.30 or so. Went back to Kyle's house for waffles and frozen fruit (except Tim- he had an apple and some juice... but this was at least 8 hours after the last porcelain-prayer, i made sure of that). Sarah and Tim went back to Eugene, and Kyle and I went sandboarding. I think that if one didn't have to run up the FREAKING HOT SAND every time one slid down the dune on one's ass, it would've been better. Earlier in the morning, possibly. I am now burnt on my face/arms. And freckly. Border-line leper-esque, actually. Or maybe leopard-esque... mweh.
Drive back was uneventful, and I got home just in time for a rather tasty meal out at Taste of India, then dessert at Sweet Life. Ah, what a sweet life it is. Except when you're falling asleep at the table and there's a Grasshopper Orb of goodness in front of you. Then, the sweetest life possible is sleep life.
Then today, at 7.30, it was back to the real world, nannying. I've been on the move ever since (well, minus a quality nap), and believe that again, Sleep Life is good. Cheers!
---Meghan
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