I have been awakened by a giant chainsaw.
After that the bed started to thud.

I love construction at 8 in the morning.
love love love.

i'm going to pack the bags under my eyes and leave.

There's nothing like having a good spiritual conversation with yourself on the train (?...it happens) and then walking home on a brilliantly sunny day to almost be accosted by mormons. Accosted may be a strong word perhaps...and to be ALMOST accosted...well...

I'm just not much for minding my own business and then seeing a couple clean cut missionaries in black with those little pocket things coming down the same side of the street, and no way to escape. (I'm pretty sure they weer mormons as opposed to the jehovah's witnesses)

So, I'm trying to wipe the smears off my glasses and trying to get past them by going on the grass as they are taking up the sidewalk, when they say "hi, we're missionaries and" "I'm busy right now, sorry" Still walking and trying to avoid their "you're not one of us we must save you" vibe. "Can we just give you one of these cards? " "I'm in a hurry right now..." "Have a nice day then."

At least they were polite...but the whole thing just was icky. Trying to lure me back to talk to them back getting me to take a card.

This after having a nice relaxing afternoon, getting my head covered in plaster.
Bah.

It just makes me realize just how much these guys are like salesmen - not that they are "selling" anything, per se, but their attitude and tactics are similar. It's like having a live telemarketing call on your own street. And, I don't like ANYONE trying to sell me something I don't want, I don't care who you are. I'm someone who knows when I don't want something, and if I do want something then it's usually pretty clear that I do. I don't need people selling me motorized sporks, viagra, hamster cannons, pills that will enlarge my...penis? or even salvation.

I know the missionaroes are just doing they job because they believe in it, but I've never much liked or gotten the idea of conversion. I don't agree that just because you don't view Christ or Allah or whatever name you put to god in the same manner as someone else that you need to be converted. There is spiritual truth of some kind in all religions, even with the hari krishnas. What I don't like is being made to wear an uncomfortable hat that wasn't made for me and doesn't fit me.

Sure, there are some people who could benefit from religious conversion, if that's the method they need to learn, but on the whole I don't like the preachiness of the game. I'm one of the "live by the example" rather than "beat others incessantly over the head with the example" sort.

After all, spirituality is a very personal thing. Sure, you can go to the church or temple of your choice and openly worship and talk about this and that with other people of similar beliefs, but the road you walk and the way you walk it is still yours.

Argh. I'm ranting.

I want to go back to my head being under a nice warm coating of rubbery face cast material and plaster. Plaster= inner peace.

I have survived the first week of school, despite the attempts of the financial aid office to make me homicidal. things are fun so far, work is pretty fun, with the distinct possibility of some extra cash if I get a job at fantasy headquarters. Anywhere that I can wear my hair extensions and stripey tights without offending other poor defenseless humans who may perhaps be blinded by my uncanny fashion ability.

Or something.

Recovering well from last night's post wedding party/reception. I've never done so much cooking in my life...bread pudding (damn, was that stuff good), homemade salsa, gumbo, sangria, amaretto brownies, and lots of other treats. I should be in diabetic shock right now. Plus, people brought some extra alcohol and cookies and hummus and stuff, so it was a feeding extravaganza. I think everyone had a pretty good time, even though I had a few friends who didn't know most of the others. I try to be a good hostess and play with everyone as my level of intoxication allows.

I had a a good time. Granted, maybe next party I won't cook so much, because everyone likes to hang out in the kitchen around the food, and our place is only so big. But, I just had to make chocolate fondue and use my other fun kitchen toys.

Also played the wedding soundtrack on the computer. My the end of the night...sometime around 3:30 in the morning, the party finally broke up, but not before Bill intorduced us to badgers badgers badgers mushroom mushroom snaaAAaaake. http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/21/
The whole frickin site is hilarious. Brits with too much time on their hands and Flash software. And the suppa kitty bash is wonderful too, as well as super suicidal puppy.

How Mike and Steve managed to sleep through our laughter is beyond me. And the amount of plush they both accumulated while trying to sleep was fairly impressive.
Shawn was the first one to come, and the last one to leave, and he helped me pry Mike off the couch so we could sleep properly in our vaguley bed shaped squishy area.

So, now I have extra cookies to take to work tomorrow, and extra chocolate left over from fonduing which will probably be converted to chocolate covered pretzels.

I think the main reason I am awake was the excessive amount of powdered sugar on the beignet I made this morning in the cute little deep fryer. twitch.

but that's ok. I'll have my share of vegetables when I eat about a pound of fresh salsa later.

So, I'm tired...i think i have some homework to do. I may ranch some monsters later. Maybe get a nap. yar.