Barefoot

I am in the UNT school newspaper. WHOO!

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I was on the square with Guppie and I kept trying to skip but my shoes were thoroughly interfering. So…I took them off. And I skipped across the street to put them back in his car =)

And then awesome happened. This girl goes “Excuse me! Excuse me! We’re doing an article…” and I totally thought that she wanted something from Guppie. And I got this warm feeling cuz my boyfriend ( who I don’t think was actually my boyfriend at that point, but was most definitely my possession ) is interesting enough to cause people to stop. Then she turned to me. And I was “zomgwtfyay!” =)

And and and! I’m the picture for the article. ^^

Life is really good if you’re dru.

[ Thing to do number whatever - See your name in print. Complete ^^ ]

xxdruxx

 

I am Very Bothered

A blog named for a Simon Armitage poem. It can be found here.

“My party piece:
I strike, then from the moment when the matchstick
conjures up its light, to when the brightness moves
beyond its means, and dies, I say the story
of my life –

dates and places, torches I carried,
a cast of names and faces, those
who showed me love, or came close,
the changes I made, the lessons I learnt –

then somehow still find time to stall and blush
before I’m bitten by the flame, and burnt.

A warning, though, to anyone nursing
an ounce of sadness, anyone alone:
don’t try this on your own; it’s dangerous,
madness.”

I found this poem, also by dear Simon, on a random site as I looked for I am Very Bothered. I love this poem. It’s so muchly what I feel so often – the desperate longing to be anywhere but here. The horrible tedium that has to be propelled with sick rhythm; strike a match, watch it burn. Strike, burn, die.

I love it.

What I wanted to say I was very bothered about is that I’m not allowed to sit downstairs in the hotel. Not because of any actual “don’t go down there” statement, but because Cathy can’t sleep with me gone. She’s terrified that I’m going to either get stolen, murdered or go back to some guys hotel room. Not bloody likely, now, is it? So far the only guy I’ve talked to this whole trip is Eric, who is considerably older than me and – while very attractive – granted me the strangest sense of freedom yesterday when we talked without hitting on each other. It was completely platonic and I managed to keep up the small talk, to keep conversation flowing smoothly ( which was also facillitated by our chemistry in conversation ) and to just talk to this person I barely knew. It was a beautiful thing. And it made me feel good about myself because I realized ( as I do from time to time ) that I don’t need to sell myself for people to be attracted ( in a platonic way ) to me. I can – possibly, at some point – just have friends. Without benefits. Just friends.

Ah, my difficulties do go on…

But I was looking forward very much to another night filled with conversation and happiness and no sleep.

But I can’t do that to Cathy. The no sleep carries over, you see. Of course, it is extremely difficult for me to sleep with the TV on…so I guess we’re even in some convoluted way.

My muscles are sore from swimming and walking and standing and climbing, but it’s very refreshing. I’m enjoying San Antonio immensely. =)

Goodnight, dear hearts. ♥

xxdruxx

[ P.S. Happy Birthday to Cathy! We went to Chili's for dinner and made her suffer through the joy of having the crew sing to her. It was awesome ^^ And the food was amazing. I ate too much though and nearly threw up in the parking lot. I had a mushroom and green olive quesadilla, "Texas Cheese Fries" with all the meat off and a molten chocolate cake thing. GORGEOUS! ( I only had half the quesadilla plate. Which was way more than I should have. I even felt it. I was like...STOP EATING! But Cathy wasn't really happy with everyone and I didn't want her to feel I was wasting her money. ) Lol...I don't usually gorge myself. Honestly. :/ HA! When written in this context, that face looks like a bit of code.

And I'm wondering why we have the "Thoughts" tag. Was that one of Kris' additions? Peh.

And i adore the "insomnimanical antics" tag. That's crazy amazing of me. [ xx ] ]

 

Black Hair Blues

Okay, so I have some pictures for you. This first is of my hair in a bun as donated by Afton’s skill and two donated pencils. One from Coach Pierce ( my World History teacher – fine man, really good teacher ) and one from Colleen. I have titled it “HAIR.”

The second is from a few days ago. I was on the phone with Dan and my mom said I looked really pretty. So I took a picture, so he could see.
So…there it is Dan. That’s how I looked. You’re represented by the little black house-phone I’m holding to my ear. =) I have called it “HAIRR.”

The third was taken this evening. I realize I don’t look fantastic ( which I shouldn’t because I’ve been chillin all day and I’m wearing my glasses and am in horrendous lighting ) but with my new hair. =) I’m really proud of it.

My hair, that is.

The photo is entitled “HAIRRR!~” =)

The main reason I’m blogging at this precise moment is because I was watching one last episode of TNG before bed ( “Descent” – the finale for season 6 and opener for season 7 ) and it’s taking FOREVER to load. Which is weird. None of the other episodes took this long. It’s the final part of the season 7 opener and the only thing that stands between me and sleep right now. =p

But, while I have your attention, I want to tell you a little bit about my hair.

That is the exact type of hair dye I used. It’s Clairol 618 – Black, and I think the girl on the box looks very much like a female version of Superman. After Pandora and I saw Star Trek the other night I decided to go get the dye from Drug Emporium – it was walking distance from the theater – because I had asked her and Afton what color they thought I should dye my hair. Afton said she couldn’t imagine me with any color but red and Panda ( after some consideration ) said she thought I’d look quite nice with her light brown or – after I gagged at the mention of brown, I have a personal vendetta against that color, you see – black. I decided black would be good. And I actually ended up getting exactly the same type I was going to get at Kroger’s shortly after Jamie and I fell apart. I was hesitant then because he had said he thought he’d like a black haired me much better than the redheaded one. And I chickened out that time. But with my dear Panda-la beside me, I was able to work up the courage.

So, Saturday morning. I gave myself the most awesome hair EVER.

It’s monday now ( I survived the night, and I’m waiting, rather impatiently for the AP Physics test. I don’t know what’s up. I missed lunch and came in here at 12 like I was supposed to but the AP Music Theory was still recording songs. So…Physics…hopefully will start soon ish. I think I’ll be okay on it…maybe… ) and I had some random kid in the halls that I don’t recall ever having seen before go “Hey! You dyed your hair! I like it.” Which was really nice. =) And Smitty ( Quaz ) this morning goes “Hello Emo Dru, what happened to British Dru?” I was like “I’m not emo. Promise” but he didn’t believe me.

And our resident school emo/goth dude just walked up to me and started talking to me as though we were really good friends and stuff.

It was kinda hilarious.

but…we might actually be starting here in a minute…

xxdruxx

 

Watermelon Nails

Just before the massive photopost of doom, I wanted to share my really cool watermelon nails with you.

They were quite epically epic.

xxdruxx

 

Of Watermelons and Cool Ranchⓒ Doritos

Well, hello.

Merry Friday the Thirteenth to you. I do hope no one’s freaked out because of the auspicious occasion. I love friday the 13th. You know why? Cuz it’s a friday, and that means tomorrow is a Saturday. *contentsigh*

I am, at, this very moment, sitting in Rahmen’s room typing really fast with my really cool watermelon-painted nails. ^^ I did green, then pink, then a different shade of pink, then black for seeds! IT’S…amazing. lol.

There is a bag of cool ranch style doritos sitting directly opposite from me. It keeps giving me really seductive looks. The only thing is, I think it belongs to someone else and I don’t want to get into a cheating relationship. Lots of people get really mad when you just stroll up and start eating their date. Or so I’m told…

But seriously. It keeps looking at me. I think it’s trying to get me to go over to it. I’m not going to do it though. I will be strong! Because I HAVE INTEGRITY!!! WOOTETH!!!!

*cough*

So Axel ( Q in the play ) gave me a cd of classical music for guitar. Makes me really happy. I’m listening to it now. “Classics for Guitar” by Timothy Walker. Really good. Very rennaisance-faire feeling. He gave it to me in the hall and I ran into somebody in my joy.

Post a pic of my nails when I get home.

xxdruxx

[ P.S. Okay, seriously though, I can SMELL THEM!!! >.< ]

 

I’m a bad blogger. ):

But I have a semi-exuse!

See, it was icy and snowy and stuff in Oklahoma while I was visiting, and I went the WHOLE week without tripping and falling or anything. Until we were five minutes away from getting in the car to head back home to Texas. I slipped on one of the few ice patches LEFT because of everything melting, and twisted my knee, rather badly. We went to the doctor last Wednesday and I was told I either tore or overstretched my Medial Colateral Ligament, OR I messed up the cartelidge in  my knee. So today I had to get an MRI on it to see what exactly I did on it, and tell whether I need surgery, therapy, or just rest.

So yeah, my leg’s all messed up. We have another appointment Monday morning to see what exactly is wrong with it. Right now I’m just wearing a nice, itchy knee brace. XD

On the plus side, I learned how to make brownies.

Btw: I dunno how much anyone who reads this blog knows about MRI machines, but they’re extremely loud. I spent the whole 20 minutes trying to lay very still like I was supposed to, and I did a good job, but really I couldn’t take it at all seriously because I couldn’t help but think of what else make all the goofy noises it was making. Here are the top three I came up with:

1: Pacman. No seriously, I’m pretty sure the machine wasn’t actually making that noise, but the doctor was just playing pacman to pass the time with the volume up really loud.

2: A wookie slaughterhouse. Where did you think Ugg boots came from?

3: The great war between wildabeasts with headcolds and sperm whales being squeeze-hugged by an exrtremely hyperactive but also very large little girl who thinks they’re “ADORABLE!!!!”

… I was so, so very bored.

*¡Kiara!*

 

Sexy lashes ^^

Peoples must think that i’m giving my self a quick, AWESOME makeover.
For example, Last Friday i had my eyebrows done proffesionally. Yesterday i had a tooth done and my eyelashes tinted. (they’re amazing, hehe i dont have to wear mascara if i don’t want to ^^) Today i’m having another tooth done >.< Then tomorrow i’m getting my hair done haha

In the words of the alpaca…. WHEYYYYYYYYY!!!

Lu’s trying a whole new happy healthy thing.

Christmas soon… i may have to upload a pic of my tree, just as dru has done… except mine isn’t naked. I decorated it good

Lu xx

 

Brain Game

Sometimes I wonder if some people’s brains are broken.

Maybe their ceretoniney level things are all gone and that’s why they’re so mean.

Maybe that’s why they can’t love people like I can…

xxdruxx