. . . . . entries for 18.7.04 . . . . .
Ugh ugh ugh. I am leaving for CTY tomorrow. Call me on my cell phone while I'm there between the times of 9:15 and 10:00. If you don't know my number, er, tough. o.o Get it from someone. Or tell me your number before I leave, somehow.
Tired.
. . . . . entries for 14.7.04 . . . . .
I haven't blogged properly in a while, possibly because I have nothing to blog about. xD Anyone want to invite me over to their house before Friday and let me use their scanner? I have a pretty drawing of a schmecksay chick pirate to scan!
. . . . . entries for 12.7.04 . . . . .
The last time people listened to a Bush, they wandered around the desert for 40 years.
(the above amusing quip courtesy of Adam, through Cas)
. . . . . entries for 11.7.04 . . . . .
Dude, read this. xD Well, he took me out for pizza, and I gave up my. . .
I just finished reading The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy and Other Stories. It's actually a cute book, to some extent, although very light on the text. xD The action figures scare me, though. o.o . . .
But yeah, now I'll blog about my day.
My first paper-and-pencil RP session was very fun. ^.^ I played an Adu'rea - an asexual humanoid plant with waxy skin and petals for hair. I was the only female player and the only asexual PC - the others were all guys. xD Woot woot. I was the one who shot down (or rather, blew up with my concussion grenades. . . it rocks so much to be an alchemist) the boss, and in this manner was the only PC to level up. xD My partner in crime, Brendan (I forget what his character's name was) and I worked together very well, whereas the other pair of PCs who took a different route. . . didn't. xD Well, a schizophrenic blue dude and a loner with a rifle are bound to argue a little (possibly with themselves). My character archetype is thrill-seeker. I am an effeminate plant that likes to break the rules and make things explode.
Damn straight.
So yeah, that was awesome. ^.^
But then I got home and I just hung out for a while, and then I slipped into this weird state of "blah, I need to go lie down and be dead for a little while." So I did, and I found myself extremely depressed. Over NOTHING. At all. Like, it was just raw chemical imbalance in my brain; I thought about nothing but how sad I was.
It made no sense, and was weird, and that is why today was an odd day.
. . . . . entries for 10.7.04 . . . . .
Today was weird.
I don't feel like blogging more than that right now. o.o . . .
. . . . . entries for 8.7.04 . . . . .
"Warning: Not very flammable.
xD
(Maybe radioactive)
And, no. It's not Charlie. :-P"
~Shannon's birthday card to me
xD
(Maybe radioactive)
And, no. It's not Charlie. :-P"
~Shannon's birthday card to me
Elle blogged it. So now I will was well. xD
Personal
1. Name: Erin Elizabeth Sherman
2. Grade: Incoming sophomore. Woot woot! xD
3. Age: Just barely fifteen. o.o
4. Date of birth: July 7, 1989
5. Star sign: Cancer. And it is so my sign, too. o.o . . .
6. Location: Niskayuna, NY (that funny little town where no one lives!)
7. Dream: Ugh. Must I have a dream? My dream is to get off my ass and make myself do something worthwhile, something people will remember me for, something to solve one of the world's many problems. What? Damned if I know. xD
8. Goal: Er, see above. xD Basically I want to kick myself into being an unselfish soul, if such is possible.
9. Number of contacts: Two. One for each eye. -.- I dunno. I do not have many AIM buddies - under 50, I think.
10. Shoe Size?: Anywhere between 8 and 9 1/2.
11.Righty or lefty: Right handed, left thumbed.
12. Siblings: One sister, nine years older than m'self. She is probably reading this right now. ::waves:: Hi, Cas.
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Friends
10. Best friends: o.o I dunno. I think Shannon, Max, Tina and Charlie probably know me the best. I enjoy the company of all of my friends, except annoying teenaged males. Emphasis on the annoying. Clingy. WILL NOT LEAVE ME ALONE. ::sizzle:: . . .
11. Friends: Ah. . . Shannon, Elle, Cas, Dan, Max, Nicole, Matt, Katelyn, Kochie, little Kochie, Colin, David, Mitch, Danielle, Natalie, Greg, Kristen, Linda, Tasha, Charlie, Yael, Emily, Rachel, and Anu. o.o . . . ::breathes::
12. Funniest friend/s: Charlie (I like big rings and I cannot lie!), Natalie and Greg (the duo of death, mwahaha). The rest of you can be funny as well, but these three are the best of the best. xD
13. Dumbest friend: Linda, but we love you dearly. xD (another one bites the what?)
14. Sexiest friend: Ah, Christ, don't make me choose. Natalie is, of course, teh secks, and the Koch children are so pretty that it is not FAIR, damn it. -.- . . . and well, there's Charlie. xD You're rocking the starved theatre boy look, Sir Charles!
15. Smartest friend/s: Y'know, none of my friends are morons. (Not even Linda. xD) But Max, Nicole (Christ, woman, stop overachieving), Colin, Dan, and um. . . Cas (she has the advantage of age) are the most apparently bright people in the group.
16. Loudest friend: xD Oh, so many of my friends are loud. . . but the prize goes to Kristen. Y'know what!? YOUR MOM!
17. Craziest friend: Kochie, the Burke children, Anu, and Rachel.
18. Friend you tell everything: Max.
19. Friends you go to for advice: . . . I hardly ever ask for advice. ::thinks about it:: Cas, if anyone. But I don't think I even ask her for advice that often.
20. Friend you've known the longest: Natalie. xD Remember the kindergarten days, Natchilde? (Besides Cas, that is.)
21. A friend you wish was more then a friend: In the words of Cas: ". . . and I reitterate, PFAW!"
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Favorites
22. Color: I like lots of colors. o.o Do not make me choose.
23. Eyes: I am partial to interesting-colored eyes, and expressive ones; other than that, I have no eye preference. Long eyelashes are sexy, though. xD (Sorry, Matt.)
24. Band/s or singer/s: Brace yourselves for my list of music artists! Nobuo Uematsu, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, James, Leonard Cohen, Led Zeppelin, Jack Johnson, Elliot Smith, Queen, Goo Goo Dolls, Third Eye Blind, Talking Heads, Fiona Apple. . . yeah. I like almost everything I listen to. xD
26: Radio station: The Edge, The River, B 95.5. . . not that I ever actually listen to the radio. o.O Magnatune Classical is teh_roxors, though. xD
27. Pair of shoes: During the winter, my auburn leather hiking boots, and during the summer, my comfy black sandals. :)
28. Shirt: o.o I dunno. If you know me in person, you know I have lots of shirts to choose from. Er. . . my sunflowery belly shirt, possibly. xD Yes, Erin owns a sunflowery belly shirt. Feel the mental scars form! BURN! MWAHAHA! . . . right. Sunflowers.
29. Pair of pants: My sexy European jeans. xD
30: Movies: Shrek 2 is completely awesome. I cannot think of many other movies right now. ^.^
31. Actor/ Actress: Johnny Depp, Heath Ledger, Ewan McGregor, Nicole Kidman, and Paul Bettany (I can't wait until Wimbledon comes out! He's finally getting a leading role. ^.^).
32. Shampoo: Mm. I love göt2b, it smells deliciously citrusy!
33. Perfume/cologne: Shalimar, or Victoria's Secret Divine. xD Yes, I smell divine!
34. TV show/s: The Daily Show, Joan of Arcadia, and Queer Eye! xD Yes. . . o my Queer Eye. . .
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Right Now
35. Wearing: Leather. All black leather. With studs. xD Bizitch, why do *you* want to know what I'm wearing?
36. Hair style: Longish and completely unstyled, woot woot! Pulled back into a low ponytail to keep it out of my face.
37. Thinking?: About the damn survey. And my birthday party tomorrow. ::ish worried::
38. Looking at: The screen, and my mom yelling at me to give the cat his medicine when it's her job, and I did it for her yesterday. -.- Mrr.
39. Beside you: Air, a stack of books, my sleeping bag.
40. Talking to: No one. ^.^ I would be, but Dan just combusted!
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Which One?
41. Blue/red: Blue. Red reminds me of cliche-y dressed people on Gaia in all bloodred. . . -.-
42. Pink/purple: quoth the Elle: "PURPLE, BIZNATCH."
43. Winter/summer: Winter ish good because there are no mosquitoes. And you can always become warmer. It is more difficult to become colder.
44. Fall/spring: Spring. The bugs aren't around yet but it's warmer. :)
45. Pool/ocean: Fresh water, preferrably on clay/siltlike soil. :P Salt and chlorine both sting my eyeballs, and I hate sand in my bathing suit.
46. Dance/sing: Elf booty got soul, elf girls like to rock and roll! . . . but yeah, I'm not particularly good at either. xD I like letting loose and singing/dancing my heart out now and then, though.
47. Slow/fast dance: Fast. My group of friends is like. . . an everlasting mosh pit. xD I do not do the slow dance thing. I should. ::makes a note to make Cas re-teach her how to waltz/swing/tango properly::
48. Goth-ish/thug: . . . both of them are icky. I wear different clothes depending on my mood and am me, every day of my life. I subscribe to no stereotype. (And I sound so Indie, too. xD)
49. Friends/family: ::a strange, sudden whisper in your ear:: friends! ::when you turn, there is no one there::
50. Friends/boyfriend: Both, at the same time, laughing our asses off together. ^.^
51. Boyfriend - girlfriend/family: Gah, gotta say my beau. Family gets irritating very quickly.
52. Money/family: . . . now, c'mon. It would take a total JACKASS to say money instead of family! . . . ::coughs:: so yeah, family.
53. Shopping/date: Date? Moi? o.o;; . . .
54. Movie/theatre: I ish not familiar enough with the theatre to say theatre, so movies. Although neither of them is really my thing.
55. TV/computer: Computer. Doubtless.
56. TV/music: Music. If you know me, you know I am not a TV addict.
57. Christina/Britney: Why does this question pop up on so many of these damn things!? Christina has SOME talent. Britney is a dancer, not a singer. She needs to stop pretending.
58. Beyonce/Ashanti: . . . what?
59. Hilary Duff/Amanda Bynes: I hate Duff without knowing anything about her. Her face. . . ::twitch:: Amanda, anyway, I know has a good sense of humor.
60. Vanilla or mint: Mint. Mmmm. . . refreshingly minty!
64. Love/star: ::sings:: Lonestar, where are you out tonight. . . you dumbasses, what do *you* think about when *you* look at the stars? Pizza? Other *stars?* -.-() Love, if such is possible. Love.
65. Outside/inside: Outside, if the weather is good (i.e. thunderstorming in any temperature range / between 50 and 80 and not too muggy / misty, I lurve the mist) but inside if it is not.
66. Lazy/athletic: Oh, I wish I were athletic. :gonk: I've gotta work on that. . .
Right, so I hate chain letters. That is why I did not send this one to a heap of people. o.O Now that that's established: If you read my blog, you deserve to read this, because for some reason you give a damn about what's going on in my life. (I think that this thing is too corny for its own good, but it did get me guilty about not sending on sappy chain letters. xD So here ya go.)
Don't cry and I hope to get this back..........
In kindergarten your idea of a good friend was the person who let you have the red crayon when all that was left was the ugly black one.
In first grade your idea of a good friend was the person who went to the bathroom with you and held your hand as you walked through the scary halls.
In second grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you stand up to the class bully.
In third grade your idea of a good friend was the person who shared their lunch with you when you forgot yours on the bus.
In fourth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who was willing to switch square dancing partners in gym so you wouldn't have to be stuck do-si-do-ing with Nasty Nick or Smelly Susan.
In fifth grade your idea of a friend was the person who saved a seat on the back of the bus for you.
In sixth grade your idea of a friend was the person who went up to Nick or Susan, your new crush, and asked them to dance with you, so that if they said no you wouldn't have to be embarrassed.
In seventh grade your idea of a friend was the person who let you copy the social studies homework from the night before that you had.
In eighth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you pack up your stuffed animals and old baseball but didn't laugh at you when you finished and broke out into tears.
In ninth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who would go to a party thrown by a senior so you wouldn't wind up being the only freshman there.
In tenth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who changed their schedule so you would have someone to sit with at lunch.
In eleventh grade your idea of a good friend was the person who gave you rides in their new car, convinced your parents that you shouldn't be grounded, consoled you when you broke up with Nick or Susan, and found you a date to the prom.
In twelfth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you pick out a college/university, assured you that you would get into that college/university, helped you deal with your parents who were having a hard time adjusting to the idea of letting you go...
At graduation your idea of a good friend was the person who was crying on the inside but managed the biggest smile one could give as they congratulated you.
The summer after twelfth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you clean up the bottles from that party, helped you sneak out of the house when you just couldn't deal with your parents, assured you that now that you and Nick or you and Susan were back together, you could make it through anything, helped you pack up for university and just silently hugged you as you looked through blurry eyes at 18 years of memories you were leaving behind, and finally on those last days of childhood, went out of their way to give you reassurance that you would make it in college as well as you had these past 18 years, and most importantly sent you off to college knowing you were loved.
Now, your idea of a good friend is still the person who gives you the better of the two choices, holds your hand when you're scared, helps you fight off those who try to take advantage of you, thinks of you at times when you are not there, reminds you of what you have forgotten, helps you put the past behind you but understands when you need to hold on to it a little longer, stays with you so that you have confidence, goes out of their way to make time for you, helps you clear up your mistakes, helps you deal with pressure from others, smiles for you when they are sad, helps you become a better person, and most importantly loves you!
Pass on to those friends of the past, and those of the future...and those you have met along the way...[crying yet? oh there's more]
Thank you for being a friend. No matter where we go or who we become, never forget who helped us get there.
There's never a wrong time to pick up a phone or send a message telling your friends how much you miss them or how much you love them.
You know who you are, pass it on to someone who you want to remind.
So send this to all your friends and maybe those who aren't but just watch and see who sends it back.
If you love someone, tell them.
Remember always to say what you mean.
Never be afraid to express yourself. Take this opportunity to tell someone what they mean to you. Seize the day and have no regrets.
Most importantly, stay close to your friends and family, for they have helped make you the person that you are today and are what it's all about anyway. Pass this along to your friends. Let it make a difference in your day and theirs.
The difference between expressing love and having regrets is that the regrets may stay around forever.
Within 1 hour you must send it to other people. Within five days you will have a m iraculous occurrence in your relationships. You will find new love or have an old love rekindled. If you do not send it, you will have once again passed up the opportunity to do something loving and beautiful and continue the trend that gives you problems in your relationships. If you've received this it is because someone cares for you and it means there is probably at least someone for whom you care.
If you're too busy to take the few minutes
that it would take right now to forward this
to ten people, would it be the first time you
didn't or that little thing that would make a
difference in your relationships? [oh the guilt!]
And the better you'll get at reaching out to those you care about.
Here's the deal: Forward this letter to at least 10 different people;
within 1 hour of receiving it.
People who care for you and that warm glowy feeling that comes from loving others.
THIS MESSAGE HAS BEEN SENT TO YOU
BECAUSE YOU MEAN SOMETHING TO SOMEBODY.
PLEASE SEND IT TO YOUR FRIENDS AND
THOSE THAT YOU LOVE. GROWING UP,
YOU WILL TRULY MEET THE FRIENDS
THAT WILL LAST A LIFETIME AND WILL
MEAN THE MOST TO YOU. YOUR FRIENDS WILL ALWAYS BE THERE FOR YOU.
Elle: *prod*
Me: ::is prodded::
Elle: Hi XD
Me: hey. xD
Elle: My toooooes!
Me: xD
Elle: red
Me: green.
Elle: taupe.
Me: ice.
Elle: lilac.
Me: mustard.
Elle: yellow
Me: plum.
Elle: peach.
Me: blonde.
Elle: scarlet
Me: ebony.
Elle: cerulean
Me: ivory.
Elle: black.
Me: tangerine.
Elle: silver.
Me: peridot.
Elle: garnet.
Me: auburn.
Elle: violet.
Me: cobalt.
Elle: gray.
Me: burgundy.
Elle: flesh!!! (edit from Erin: o.o;; . . .)
Me: xD champagne.
Elle: rasberry
Elle: raspberry, rather*
Me: thistle.
Elle: (... I'm just going to trust you that that is a color) lemon.
Me: (dude, it's the color of thistles! xD they're all the same damn color.) mango.
Elle: (damn, you took my color) bronze.
Me: (xD great minds.) brass.
Elle: (Yes. I know I'm a great mind. You...? I dunno.) ruby.
Me: jet.
Elle: hematite.
Me: slate.
Elle: school bus!yellow
Me: tomato. ^.^
Elle: (... I'll let you slide on that one.) flame.
Me: olive.
Elle: (foods, eh?) grape.
Me: chocolate.
Elle: mint
Me: would that be white or green mint, m'lady? xD
Elle: Green mint, damnit. XD
Me: salmon.
Elle: white.
Me: coral.
Elle: I think we should end this.
Elle: I must go. YOU! BLOG THIS. XD *bye*
::shrugs:: I do what I'm told.
The answer!
xD Wonderful. Read it, you will be amused.
A study of colours:
Nicole: yellow
Me: purple.
Nicole: pink
Me: dark green.
Nicole: crimson red
Me: lime green.
Nicole: neon yellow!
Me: midnight blue.
Nicole: jet black
Me: diamond white.
Nicole: pearl white
Me: opalescent black.
Nicole: ocean blue
Me: magma orange.
Nicole: neon orange
Me: cobalt grey.
Nicole: iron grey
Me: hot pink.
Nicole: strawberri pink
Me: tabasco red.
Nicole: cherry red
Me: kerry green.
Nicole: curri brownish red
Me: saffron orange.
Nicole: neon orange
Me: cobalt grey.
Nicole: u already said that
Nicole: u los
Me: you already said neon orange, Nicole. xD
Me: I was playing along.
Me: I'm glad you picked up on it, though.
Nicole: lol
Me: ::ish blogging it::
And so I did. It's an interesting exercise in visualization and color theory, that. xD If you're like me, anyway.
The night before this past one, I either had a good dream or I didn't remember my dream. I think the former was the case. Morpheus' way of giving me a birthday present, I suppose. But this past night, or more accurately morning (because I slept terribly), I had the most unadulteratedly bitter, sad, and evil dream I have had in quite some time.
Dreams work in strange ways. Both nights, I dreamt of the same things, juxtaposed in different ways; one night, I awakened happy and well-rested, and this morning. . . well, I awakened a few minutes shy of 9:00, and I'm certain that I didn't get to sleep before 3:30.
Gah. . .
Duncan rocks my world. xD
. . . . . entries for 7.7.04 . . . . .
The guest list as it exists thus far:
Natalie
Greg
Tasha
Nickie
Colin
Mitchell
Katelyn
Maybes:
Kristen
Linda
Nicole
Extremely Unlikelies:
Tina
Charlie! xD
My mom might stay through it, and Natalie's momerz might help with transportation and join in the festivities as well. ^.^
"Diglett is better than X"
"Diglett is a penis"
"What about Dugtrio?"
"Three penises"
"My gay orgy pwnz your X".
Courtesy Dan Miles. We love you, Dan. Even if you loathe us, we love you.
Damn it, people! xD Where are you? I need my (local) friends to come to my birthday party thing. Here be the information:
When: Friday, 6 PM
Where: Golden Phoenix Buffet
Why: I'm fifteen, curse and blast it! xD Where are my damn partygoers!? I will be wildly calling people for a short duration now.
Kristen, check your messages.
Linda, what the hell do I have to do to be able to call your number?
Tina, hope you can make it. :(
Tasha, I'm gonna call you in a sec, you'd better be home!
Katelyn, do you know if you can come yet?
Colin, I hope my phone still remembers your number. -.-
Mitch, I'm gonna call you in a second, I know where you live. ::shifty glance::
Natalie and Greg, I love you. <3 You get extra cake for not being troublesome.
Did you know that the phrase "voulez-vous coucher avec moi se soir" (do you want to sleep (lie, literally) with me tonight) is in the formal? Make a note of this, ladies and gentlemen.
Right, so it's not really my birthday. xD Joy of joys. . . Erin the birthday girl must go water the flowers.
Max gave me a brilliant idea. Curry-flavored pocky!!
. . . . . entries for 6.7.04 . . . . .
Blogger claims to be publishing, but it actually isn't. It's annoying.
Give me donations on Gaia. xD It's my birthday tomorrow, damn it! I want my witch cape!
Why does my uncle have to be such a bloody brilliant and successful person, anyway? xD I just looked him up 'cause Nicole asked what he taught and I couldn't remember. I still don't know what he teaches because it's in technobabble. xD
. . . . . entries for 5.7.04 . . . . .
I've been home for almost thirteen hours now! xD
"Hey, look, his aorta just ruptured!" ~the new Foamy
Go check that out, I'm highly amused. xD In a sadistic, Foamy fan-ish way, but. . . yeah.
Right, so, I don't really feel like typing up details of my life right now. Yesterday I saw fireworks. They were pretty. The busride to and from was MISERABLE. There's my life. :P Whee, now that we're done with that. . .
I had this brilliant idea in the shower this morning for a madlib. Remember those things? Where you have to put in a noun or verb or whatever and the story ends up. . . screwed over? In a big way?
Exactly. So I had this idea.
I'll try to write it up soonish. I want to find a good avatar-edit person on Gaia. Anyone got any recommendations?
. . . . . entries for 4.7.04 . . . . .
I'm going to New York for the Fourth of July. So if I don't come back, you know that I was killed by some sort of terrorist attack. But we can't be afraid or change our routines, because then the terrorists are *winning!*
Right. So happy Independance Day, you crazy bastards. I love you all.
And Canada is better.
. . . . . entries for 3.7.04 . . . . .
1: grab the book nearest to you. turn to page eighteen, find line four. write down here what it says: stringed like a poor man's heifer at its feed
2: stretch your left arm out as far as you can. what do you touch first?: A magnetic stapler, if I go straight out; if I go down a little, the guide to FFX-2.
3: what is the last thing you watched on TV?: The Great Game. ^.^ from Quebec!
4: WITHOUT LOOKING, guess what the time is: 4:30
5: What time is it really? 5:27. What the fuck. xD
6: with the exception of the computer, what can you hear?: Monty Python on my computer, passing cars, the closing of cabinets downstairs.
7: when did you last step outside? what were you doing?: I was calling Shannon, asking about report cards and my cat.
8: before you came to this website, what did you look at?: damned if I know. my short term memory is shot from the aspartame. xD
9: what are you wearing?: white Joe Boxer PJ bottoms with little smiling maple leaves all over them, my warm colors stripey tank top, and Kristen's SHUT UP bracelet (which I made her) as a hairtie.
10: did you dream last night? what about?: I never remember my dreams these days.
11: when did you last laugh? why?: hmm. . . dunno. o.O
12: what is on the walls of the room you are in?: postcards, a bunch of Irish/Celtic posters and art, paintings, my own artwork. . . and of course the purple flowery wallpaper.
13: seen anything weird lately?: not that I recall. ::thinks about it:: . . . nope, not really notably weird.
15: what is the last film you saw?: The Day After Tomorrow
16: if you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy first?: I'd get a G5, a bunch of flowering fruit trees to plant in my yard, and I'd pay off my sister's college stuff. and my parents' mortgage. and whatnot. but first I would get a G5. xD
17: tell me something about you that I don't know: my toes randomly dislocate. it hurts like a bitch. rr.
18: if you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?: I'd make every person on Earth into a hermaphrodite. No, seriously. Think about it.
19: do you like to dance?: absolutely. xD but only among friends.
20: George Bush: I know nothing about him.
21: imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?: Raphaela
22: imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?: Charlie (I like the name, okay!? god. xD)
Spiffy. :)
I got my report card today. ^.^ Thank you, Niskayuna Schools, for this wonderful birthday present. I shall cherish it forever. My birthday's on the seventh. Get me presents, preferrably on Gaia. xD Although somehow I think any other gift I receive will pale in comparison to this report card. My mom worked it out, and I have an average of 4.25 something. xD Delight!
So yeah. I'm in a good mood.
Canada. I should blog about Canada.
It was cool, pretty much. Not exactly what I expected from Canada. I had it envisioned as. . . quaint and full of old Gothic cathedrals. It was relatively full of Gothic cathedrals, at least, a hell of a lot moreso than New York. But one of said cathedrals, Ste. Anne de Beaupre, was surrounded by what we Shermans have dubbed "holy crap." Such as gift shops and museums, all having to do with this church.
The church itself was bloody amazing. It's a little ways north of Quebec on the St. Lawrence river. I recommend you all take a look sometime, no matter what religious denomination you are. Miracles have occured there, supposedly - the crutches of the healed line the two columns at the back of the church. Dad cited the time there as his favorite moments of our vacation up there, because he walked around the perimeter and showed me the twelve stations of the cross. A bit morbid, but. . . Dadlike, somehow. I don't really understand why he didn't bring Cas and I up more Catholic-like. Nevermind Catholic-like, just. . . Christian-like.
Anyway. I could go on and on about that. I'll spare you.
Montreal was our first stop. Mom and Dad stayed in our hotel before, or so Mom thinks. The street upon which the Chateau Royal sits, once quaint and full of residential buildings, is now a happenin' place. I have a shirt from Hard Rock Cafe Montreal, which was approximately a hundred meters (metric! huzzah for the Canadians, they make so much sense) away from our hotel. The street was filled with restaurants of comparable trendiness and interestingness. (We ate dessert at the Hard Rock. Bloody amazing, the stuff they had there. Of some note to me, although maybe not to you, was a poster of the Goo Goo Dolls signed by the band. Just hanging on the wall. Gaaaah. . . I want it.)
Ste. Catherine's Street in Montreal is the most totally awesome place to shop ever. We actually didn't shop there, but we did drive through it. It's the trendiest place in this entire fucking hemisphere. I kid you not.
And that was basically Montreal. We didn't hang around there as much as I would have liked to. I'll save the rest of our trip for a different entry, at a different time. You and I both are getting tired of these long blogs. o.O . . .
. . . . . entries for 2.7.04 . . . . .
Right. So I'm back from Canada.
I have an interesting tale to tell you all. It is the tale of the thong. Yes, of the thong. I write it now so I don't have to write it ten thousand times on AIM.
A few days before we left for Montreal and Quebec I informed my mother that I was in need of new pajamas for CTY. We were going to go to Crossgates or something to get said pajamas, but it occurred to mother dear that she could get me my pajamas in Montreal or Quebec - FRENCH pajamas. Mom remarked repeatedly on the Frenchness of our lodgings, food, the mode of dress of those around us, et cetera.
And so, we were in the market for pajamas when we went to Chateau Frontenac in Quebec.
The Chateau is a medieval castle, converted to a hotel on the waterfront of Old Quebec. My parents stayed there around twenty years ago, but it's switched ownership since then and is somewhat less quaint now. There are lots of gift shops in it.
We were snooping around the shops for pajamas, and we found them, incarnated in the form of a black "yoga set" in a black bag with a glittery red heart on it. There was a little tag on the bag. It had sillhouettes of the contents of this package on it. There was, of course, the bag itself, long pants and a tank top. And a thong. This is, I remind you, the tale of the thong.
So we got them. Once we had stepped out of the store, Mom remarked how very French it was to have such a risque little item in a pajama set.
Somewhat amused that I now owned a thong, a few days shy of fifteen years of age, I looked through the black bag with the glittery red heart in order to find it. I wrinkled my nose a bit when it didn't appear to be present in the bag, but didn't mention its absence until Dad had popped out of the car to ask for directions. We were lost on our way back to our hotel. Go figure, right?
Mom informed Dad that my thong was absent. In spite of, er, the thonglike nature of the item that was missing, Dad insisted that for the kind of prices the place charges they could at least give me my damn thong.
And I, of course, was amused by the idea of having a thong, so I decided to pursue getting my money's worth. (Or my parents' money's worth, as it were.)
It was decided by general (i.e. Mom's) consensus that we'd call the hotel from the town and get it shipped or something. Mom actually didn't plan on pursuing it. I don't think she had any idea how far this little joke would go.
At the hotel, we had an amusing argument over calling the hotel over the thong. Dad was very determined to have it done, but would be damned if *he* were the one to do it. A guy calling a hotel about his fifteen-year-old daughter's thong. . . neh. Not exactly socially acceptable.
Mother dear agreed to call if Dad and I went swimming. We did, and eventually she came down. By that time I was bloody aggrivated by the couples making out in the pool and by an Asian guy oggling me, so I just wanted to go back up to the room. Mom had fabricated an elaborate lie about how she had called and called and called but hadn't been able to get through for several different reasons. We'd call tomorrow, she said.
Obviously no one wanted to discuss this thong. Thongs are things that most people contend with but no one talks about, it seems. I was quietly laughing my ass off most of the time, but the punchline hadn't come yet.
You will know when the punchline comes. I sure as hell did.
In any case, Mom eventually did call about it. The manager of the damn shop was going to call us at home about shipping it.
Pfft. Shipping a thong. Express mail, anyone? But that will not be necessary, and I'm prepared to have a final laugh when and if the poor sucker calls us.
It will not be necessary because we had to go back to Chateau Frontenac anyway. The reason for this will be denoted in a more brief blog about the general Canadian experience. In any case, we went back and got another thong with relatively little fuss. Everyone was very polite and understanding about it. I expect the two young ladies we dealt with in getting the damn thing gathered and stared at us as we left and, as soon as we were out of earshot, burst out laughing.
As they should have. The punchline was almost afoot, after all.
When I got back to the car, I laughed silently at my newly acquired thong. As I sat there pondering the silliness of it all, my hand slipped into the well between the seat and the door. There was something cottony down there.
I removed it. It was a black thong, which had apparently fallen out of the bag without my noticing.
I made a point of not laughing.
And my parents still do not know that I found the first thong.
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