BOAT BOAT BOAT CRUISE BOAT WOO!

>>Okay, so this is the Legend which Krystal and I attended last year for a week, so since I'm in the boaty mood, I've decided to write a blog on my love of cruises and whatnot. Maybe even mention the loverly Elevator Crew. Truthfully, this will be poorly organized and I really don't know what I'm going to talk about.

>>Okay, so I mentioned the Elevator Crew. Krystal and I literally ran into 9 kids sitting in the glass elevator in the lobby. What was our natural reaction? Sit with them, of course:

>>Those dearies are so kind. I barely ever talk to any of them anymore. Yes, that's a glass elevator. Once, one of the Cruise Coordinators actually used our elevator and said that we shouldn't congregate in elevators since there are several places of which we could spend our time rather in.

>>Yes I know that last sentence made no sense at all, but I'm sleepy. Sheesh you meanies for being so judgemental of the sleepies peoples.

>>Yes, sleepies peoples. It's a new vocab word, bitch. Tell it to your English teacher. They'll shit their pants at your wide terminology fantasmolastic usage.

>>Orange. Zebra. 12.

>>Potatoe (for Matthew.)

>>Mandarin oranges really are yummy. Also, here's the Firebird Lounge + too many kiddos:

>>Okay nevermind I couldn't find that picture, here's another we took with the asian woman that's always at the bar:

>>YEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH, I'm probably doing too many group picture shots of people you peeps don't know. So I'll share my fave stories about accents. Well, in particular, Andrew's (but we always called him Werdna in that week. He had his name tattooed in Old English calligraphy down his arm. It was beautifully done.)

>>Anyways, my first story is about us all playing tag and saying who's "it". I suck at life therefore I run slowly, plus I haff NO stamina. So Werdna tags me and says, "You're it." But with his thick Scottish accent, "it" sounds like "at". So of course, me stupid American Southern Girlie, I say, "I'm what?"

"You're at!"

"You mean I'm it."

"That's what I said. At."

"It! IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIt."

"That's what I said! At!"

>>We continued to argue as such, but in a playful funny way, and we never came to a conclusion on the true pronunciation. My other story also contains a stupid American Southern Girlie, but it's not me this time! It's also a convo a cerca de accents.

>>So Taylor, the American Southern Girlie, goes up to Werdna and asks him, "You're Scottish, right?"

"Yeah."

"Well, speak it."

"Speak what?"

"Speak it Scottish."

"I am talking Scottish."

"No! The other language!"

"I am speaking Scottish...it's not a language. Are you mistaking it for Gaelic?"

>> x]]]]]]]. People are stupid. I love it though.

>>In conclusion, I hate ostriches.

No Odles

>>MMM, mmm, good.

>>Been on a mission to kill flies today. (Okay, that's a lie.) I killed a fly today. Really, it was two, one on top of the other. I didn't want them having children so I eliminated them in the process of reproduction. Isn't that just dandy?

>>Have you ever noticed that a fly is so light, that half the time you don't realize it's landed on you unless its swift flight catches your eye? It has practically no weight, and the only time you feel it is if they have a rough landing. 

>>However it works, flies themselves are okay in a large room and there's only...one. One little fly is fine. But once they reproduce and there's more buzzing all around and bzz bzz bzz bzz it's driving you crazy, and they're landing on you and your food and implanting eggs everywhere and it's just grody.

>>Not to mention, their babies that actually DO live and don't get eaten via whatever food the eggbabies were laid on, they're just fucking grody. I mean come ON. A bunch of little wormy-wannabes that are white except for that piss yellow tint they have to them, reek, slimy, and come in patches. It's just nasty.

>>Honestly? Really God? You have such a sick imagination. Eh, it's a good thing that you had a good imagination. After all, they're probably scavengers/decomposers for the ecosystems.

>>In conclusion, metamorphasis is a good thing.

Whilst I Sip At My Diet Cherry Coke

>>which is actually quite good despite that it's diet, and I'm glad we had a few left.

>>I suppose that since I have no topic I'll just ask Krystal.

>>She said to do a blog on "the joy of slumbering with someone". Throughout my life, I've had some interesting sleeping situations. Although I usually slept alone, my older brother and I went through a phase where when we spent the night at G-ma's that we'd both sleep together. He usually got annoyed because I talked too much and wanted to have fun when all he wanted was sleep. Makes sense.

>>At my father's house, we had a bunk bed which on the bottom was "large" enough to have 2 people sleep in. I slept at the top while my brother from before and my stepbrother slept underneath.

>>Concerning sleeping with people that aren't my family, that's a little different. Considering I still live at home, I don't get the chance often. Now, since I got a new bed which I believe is sized Full (but fuck if I know), I've...well...it's nice and comfy and all but it's more than I need. There's just a blank there beside me and in the dark it makes you feel lonely.

>>There was only once that I remember where I slept with a guy that I wasn't related to. Actually, I was between two of them. My mom actually hadn't planned on us spending the night, it just wasn't safe to drive either. Well anyways, I thought it was funny that everything that we did that the two were trying to make sure they were with me. One because he liked me and the other because he wanted away from the first guy. The latter was the one who I ended up being all cuddly with. He was the one who I didn't mind knowing he had my number. Sleeping with a guy was actually more comfortable than I would have thought, and I guess that was my first real insight to how the human body's built to be the puzzle piece to another.

>>I'm not really sure where I'm going with this. Maybe that the sexes were meant, built to hold each other. Maybe that it really does feel nice to have such a contact, because it's an absolute comfort that one can share with another what horrors they look like in the morning, or that one can feel at ease and not alone when they sleep with another. Protection.

>>In conclusion, having someone to sleep with in a non-sexual way is just as comforting as having a mate.

No recuerdo el nombre, pero

I believe in the sun

even when it is not shining

and I believe in love

even when there's no one there

And I believe in God

even when he is silent!

I believe through any trial,

there is always a way.

But sometimes,

in this suffering,

and hopeless despair...

my heart cries for shelter

to know someone's there

and a voice rises within me

saying, "Hold on, my child.

I'll give you strength; I'll give you hope,

just stay a little while."

That was written on the walls of a concentration camp which held Jews during the second world war.

It was the words of a man trying to find hope in the worst of scenarios.

In the middle of the worst Holocaust in history, this man was still able to keep his faith in a higher power.

Isn't it admirable?

Ocarinas

>>Usually I don't do 2 posts in one day, but since I've had two apologetic blogs about failing my norm one a day, I figured I'd try to up my average. Plus I just couldn't wait until tomorrow to share my love for ocarinas, and to display such wonderful talent from these two wonderful women! I envy their abilities, especially since my ocarina's a pansy compared to theirs. Here's mine:

>>Isn't it tiny? Lol, well it fits in my hand and I can wrap my fingers around it mostly. That gives you a size idea, this picture's more for looking at the cutesy details on there. I got it from the Shalimar Family ocarine stand at this year's Renaissance Festival (which I believe I mentioned near the end of that post).

>>It's difficult for me to master these type of things that don't have a defined method of usage, so I guess it was a good idea for me to get the easiest type ever made. xD. Here's the video of the two talented women I'm jealous of (notice their ocarinas have I believe 11 or 12 holes).

>>Listen to that heavenly tune. Don't complain about it being 5:14 minutes long; it really is worth it. Do other things while you listen, you don't have to watch them, although it is cool to watch their fingers. Johann Pachelbel would be so proud.

>>In conclusion, the 300,000-year-old art form which has no home, just like the Jews don't really have a homeland (or at least didn't used to, Idk), still thrives today and I hope will only become more popular. Ocarinas playing together is so beautiful!

The Renaissance Festival!

>>The Renaissance Festival is one of my favorite events in the year. Between the Crow's Nest, the Ocarina Stand, TURKEY LEGS, walking off last week's calories, hanging with my mother, brother, and BESTIE,, shopping ish, and of COURSE the Tortuga Twins, last Saturday was spectacular.

>>Doesn't that look like oodles of fun? Featured in there is The Royal Court from the Joust, one of the three faeries, a renaissancy band, a dragon, gothic Link hot guy, miscellaneous animals, Renaissance fairgames hostesses, a rubber ducky, Catman's back, Dead Bob and Sludge from The Dead Bob Show, child labor, and RONN BAUMAN FROM THE TORTUGA TWINS!!!

>>Therefore, you may take a peek into that day, but never relive it like I unless you do it yourself. Go! Go, go, go! Oh, and get an Ocarina. If you're not up to purchase, then feast your eyes: the guy who sells them is fucking CUTE!