All I Wanted Was Some Fucking Ice Cream

So, I will actually be starting from Friday night, but the title will come full circle by the end of this journal.

So, on Friday, Lizabeth and I decided to go see the Rocky Horror Picture Show with Zorro at the Naro theater over on Colley. After thinking he forgot we were going because he wandered away from Wesley house we end up seeing the movie. We met up with Dylan and his girlfriend, Kay, there and the show was the same bit of perverse dirty and silly as it was the first time I saw it in September.

What sucked ass were these bastard that came into the movie with a six pack of Bud Light and cigs that they decided to smoke during the show. Well, one of the Rocky cast members, techie member actually, came over and told them to leave. there were three of them. The chick they were with tried to argue it since she wasn't smoking, but their whole group got kicked out, not just the smoker. She wanted her 8 bucks back because she was unable to see the whole show, but one of the guys she was with did break the rules so poopoo on her. After that the show went was it should've. Zorro and Dylan decided to do the underwear run (hee hee).

After this we decided we didn't feel like splitting up just yet so we walked over to Red Dog, but that was pretty much pointless because they close at 2 and we got there at 1.30, just enough time for Zorro to get a beer. We then decided to head over to IHOP which was crowded like nobodies' business. I swear adn we happened upon a whole bunch of Rocky epople there. That was amusing because where we were sitting they some were at a table that was pretty much next to us and they needed the ketchup and amusingly enough by the time they were done, I needed it back. We also had The Waitress. She pointed at me and said 'Coffee?" I was like 'no, actually., but can I get a hot chocolate' and that little mug of chocolate was amazing with the chocolate chips and whipped cream and awesome. It makes me want a Borjo's chocolate...

We left IHOP around 3.30 then I decided to read a bit more of my Hells Angels book. I clock out at like...4 but the thing is I have absolutely no recollection of taking my glasses off, turning off my light and putting my book up on my dresser. I don't remember doing anything of that. I know i did that because I found it like that when I woke up. i'd forgotten to turn off my alarm clock, so it rang at 7 like usual. I vaguely remember cutting it off then thinking I wouldn't be able to sleep as long as I needed to, but I ended up sleeping until 1.26 pm. I read some more after consuming a 'breakfast' of instant yakisoba.

I read some more before meeting with J, Sean and Dan to fence a bit on Kaufman around 3.30. Lizabeth was there so we glove gamed a bit. I took a few photos of Sean and Nicki dagger fighting, that was fun. Antes de fencing we decided to go get dinner in the Norfolk Room in Webb. the food was pretty chill. Then we split up to go about our merry ways. Dan, Lizabeth and I stayed together and tried to find something to do for the evening which first amounted to looking over sites to find something to do, then we wandered over to Dan's place and looked at more crap on his computer. It's about 10 or so now and I'm like 'I still want ice cream from Dou's' then whilst fucking around with Google Earth we go to Vegas then decide to really go to Vegas so we get in the car and start off.

On our way to Vegas we got hungry so we stopped in Chesapeake for breakfast at IHOP. On our way west once more Dan decided to call some of his high school buddies so we swung back and went to Hampton so we could take his friends with us. We got sidetracked in Hampton by watching them play Rock Band for like and hour before they decided they were hungry and they wanted to go on a Wendy's run. It was a bit after 1 by this time. the first Wendy's that closed at 2 had a long fuck line, and after sitting in line for like...twenty minutes we decided to go to the other Wendy's down the road that closed at 3. This would have been fine, but the employees here are slow bastards so we bailed this line at like...2.45 and decided to go to a Waffle House for food. Dan's fried got food, I got a Waffle because the last time I went to Waffle House and didn't get a waffle I just kept staring at the waffle that Zorro had. I wanted a fucking waffle so i got a fucking waffle dammit. and you know what? It was delicious.

We left Hampton round about 3.30 and came back to Norfolk. I went to sleep at like..4, I didn't even have the energy to stay up to read. My body was like 'fukkit, you're sleeping now!' and I was seriously out. Sunday I woke up and finished off C.R.'s fencing hedgehog. I had finally had the chance to buy the sewing needles I needed to sew the can tab to it's paw so when I woke up I put my laundry in to wash and finished it up and took some final photos for the tut/progression i plan on posting on dA. I finally decided to wander away from whitehurst once my laundry's done and I go to the Cyber Loft [where I happen to be atm...I swear, this has taken two days to write]
I finally post the photos taken on Saturday then I put together the photo tut in photoshop when I notice that C.R.'s here. We chat for a few minutes then I go back to work. I'm like two minutes from saving all my work when fucking photoshop cs3 decides to crash [the whore!] I mean, it was avidly maybe only...twenty, thirty minutes worth of work but it was still pretty much finished when the damned thing crashed. I had no more time to fuck around with it because I was meeting with people at La Herradura for dinner.

It's Dan, Lizabeth and Nick this time, and the stories are predominately stupid childhood stories. Times when we did shit that pissed off our parents, and by 'we' i mostly mean 'Nick' but it was still pretty fun. When we were about to go J and Allison showed up, so Nick, Lizabeth and myself stuck around for a bit longer and the stories ended up being about pranks and theater things. It was pretty fun to listen to.

It got mad cold last night so on the walk back my original plan was to stop by the Cyber Loft, make a still photo for Nick from a frame of one of the video's I'd taken and post it on facebook, but I happened upon C.R. once more and decided to hang out with him for a bit. We walked back to Whithurst and I realized that then was the perfect time to give him his hedgehog, so I ran upstairs and grabbed it and headed to his room. He loved the silly little squeeky thing that was awesome. I hung out, enjoyed a cup of tea and we chatted for a bit. I watched him play Animal crossing and a bit of 'No More Heroes' where he fought a Bag Lady [I swear, she was a freakin' bag lady] Being tired as shit for staying up 'til stupid-o'clock all weekend I left and crashed at like 12.15.

All in all it was a good weekend. Fending, food, Rocky and C.R. Stories, drama, travels. I had fun hanging out with my friends. That always makes for a good day.

Adios for now
:salute and bow:
Jasmine P.

Those Fucking Tacks

So, today when I got whipped into a ranting mood about Cynthia [aka my roommate. I've renamed her because Cynthia, the Barbie on Rugrats was just that ugly] I ended up with the perfect analogy.

So, I've been driving down my road of life. I'm dealing with the traffic of other drivers, the police of classes and responsibility and the weather patterns of drama that can drastically slow down this long winded trip. I'm currently driving a basic sedan, power windows and locks, A/C, Cd player with MP3 capabilities and those little bits of awesome that make like that much more awesome when i hit that one fucking tack that is trying to ruin everything.

Cynthia is that fucking tack. It's a little irritation that happens to have drastic affects on my comfort and ability to get where I'm headed. I mean, I've tried patching the tire repeatedly, and I've been on the lookout for more/other tacks, but periodically one slips under the radar and I hit it and it causes varying degrees of damage to the tires. Every time I hit one of these damn tacks I have to stop where I'm going and see if the tires and hold up for much longer or do I need to change them. New tires cost a lot and recently it seems like these tires are getting more vicious and my tires are getting more worn out. I'm tired of having to deal with the stopping and inspecting the tires getting more and more worried with how they're holding up. Every couple of miles or tens of miles there another tack that tries to ruin everything. I keep on rolling as best I can until something else tries to stop me. I'm just tired of how nit picky these tacks are and how tiring and stressful it is to deal with them all the time.

To gauge other things in life with this analogy my mother's death was like somebody totaling my car and my having to get a new one that looks as good or better than the previous one, but on the inside might not be as structurally sound. I'll get this one replaced again for a newer, nicer model hopefully in a few years.

Going to college was taking a new exit on the currently road that I've been driving for the past 19+ years of my life. it's been a nice route, aside from these damn tacks for the first couple thousand miles. The traffic hasn't been too bad and my car has gotten some nice upgrades, some grace notes and details to make it more kick ass.

Graduation was more of a lane change than and exit ramp, it was the preparation to get off one highway and onto another. Joining fencing club has been like a new paint job and my friend like I said have been bits of awesome like better sound system and comforts and amenities to the car.

Classes have been speed bumps, pot holes and random signs in the way that I have to work at safely navigating so I don't get caught up here on this road. Tips off campus have been kick ass scenery around this road.

Yeah. Life is the road, issues are difficulties to the road, people are distractions from the road and injuries to the car, friends are improvements to the car, experiences are changes in the world around the car. Life is one big road trip and I'm in control of as much of it as I can be.

Yeah,

Adios for now,
:Salute and bow:
Jasmine P.