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June 14, 2013 · 1:01 PM

Complete and Utter Fluff.

To be fair, it often is.

 

To dye, or not to dye. That is the question.
Whether ‘tis nobler in my age to suffer
The slings and arrows of OUTRAGEOUS gray hair,
Or to take pigments against a sea of silvering,
And by painting cover them? To dye, to shade;
No more; and by a shade to say we end
The heart-ache of the thousand natural colors
That hair is heir to, ‘tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d.

Don’t mind me. I’m just contemplating coloring my hairs again.

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This is the color it turns when I dye it black. Because my hair is freaking AWESOME, that’s why.

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June 12, 2013 · 8:57 AM

I’mma Let You Write Something, But Tubin’ With Friends is the Greatest Thing Ever

I spent most of yesterday on a giant, yellow, inflatable tire floating down a section of a nearby river. There were friends, and margaritas, and splishy-splashy, talking and giggles, and and and…

It. Was. Awesome.

I did learn a few things, however. I feel I should pass these on to you, as a public service. Because I am a helper.

1.)  If you are in the water while out-of-doors AND you have skin AND you have pale skin AND you tend to burn easily?  Reapply the damn sunblock. A lot. More than, say twice, in a seven hour period.
Otherwise, you might wind up a tad crispy around the edges.1

2.) That whole “wear water socks/shoes while in the river” thing? Yeah, there are reasons for that. Some of the reasons are sharp – like rocks and the like under the water. Others are more squishy, involving ankle-deep debris and mud. If the thought of sinking into slime and having it slither up between your toes makes YOU do the ::jibblies:: dance, too? Wear the damn shoes.

3.) The very, very best way to end a day of tubing along a lazy (albeit with a few white water chutes) river is Tex Mex and cheap margaritas. If you do not follow this procedure, then you are DOING IT WRONG.

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Pictured: Doing it right.

 

 

 

 

 

1 – Much like Anakin did.

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Damn, girl. You look a bit fried.

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September 6, 2012 · 5:33 PM

A Filk for You: Sixteen Hours

Notice I didn’t say it was a *good* filk. :)  Written this very afternoon and set to Sixteen Tons.

Because crazy.

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Some folks say I’m made of muscle and skin
I say a student’s made of debt to her chin
Debt to her chin and a mind that’s a-spin
Classes that are fab and a need for a pen.

You load sixteen hours, and what do you get?
Another day smarter and deeper in debt.
Saint Thomas don’t call on me cause I can’t think,
I spent my Friday having a drink!

I was up study-in’ while the sun rose up
Then I snatched up my bag and gave a loud “Yup!”
I added sixteen hours of heavy rate class
And the advisor said, “Lookit that sass!”

You load sixteen hours, and what do you get?
Another day smarter and deeper in debt.
Saint Bosco don’t call on me cause I can’t say
I’d rather be out, watching a play!

I was drivin’ one morning, it was drizzlin’ rain
The busses and the students were all raising Cain
I was cussing and flailing and what do you know?
All that did was make me go slow.

You load sixteen hours, and what do you get?
Another day smarter and deeper in debt.
Saint Francis don’t call on me cause I can’t read
I lost my glasses when I went and sneezed.

If you see me comin’, better step to the right
My bookbag’s bulging and I may take flight
The Library stairs sure ain’t no tease
Thank goodness for a wandering breeze.

You load sixteen hours, and what do you get?
Another day smarter and deeper in debt.
Saint La Salle don’t call on me cause I ain’t around
It’s Friday afternoon and I’m outta town.

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