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commotiocordisWorked at the Earth Day festival today. Twas fun. I did the kids' art booth thing, so it was all cutting ribbon (because the kiddy scissors sucked, but we couldn't very well leave out the sharp ones when there were really little kids there) and helping them find things and refilling glue trays and handing out cardboard bases. It's a pretty wicked thing that they do, just letting the kids play around and make whatever they want. I would have loved to have the time to sit down and make something up myself because there were 90 bazillion different types of junk there to mess with. But we didn't have the tent cover thing that there was two years ago, so it was 3 hours standing in the sun. My hips were screaming by the end of my timeslot.
But I got lunch there, which was pretty good, though the people weren't going to give it to me at first. The volunteers get this thing for $5 at any of the food booths, so I wait in line and get up to the front of this place and they tell me they don't take those. Umm, it specifically says on there that it's good at any booth. So I got their booth number and went up to the volunteer/information booth and asked them if there were some that took it and some that didn't, because I didn't want to waste time waiting in line again to find out the same thing somewhere else. They told me that they had to take it, so I went back there and made them give me food. Twas pretty good too. Expensive, but good. Walked around a bit after that, wasn't anything really impressive there this year IMO (though I missed most of the show type things, which might have been good. I really wanted to do Tai Chi with the people, but everybody that was doing it was doing crazy fast complicated two person maneuvers that they all seemed to already know), saw Carol (a friend of ours), hung around a little bit waiting for her daughters and grandbaby to come back (because Isaiah is tres adorable) but then left because everybody else was already waiting by the car. (But then it turned out that they weren't by the time we got there, so then we waited in the car for a bit.)
But evidently I'm not so good with the sunscreen application. It was pretty old sunscreen anyway, so it didn't work well and now I'm disgustingly tanish even though I put it on a bazillion times, but I also missed about 2.5 inches right before my wrist on both arms and so that area and another 2.5 or so inches of my hand right below that are horrendously red. It makes me laugh because it's two really defined rectangles on my right arm because my watch was in the middle. The left isn't burned as badly, but there's still the white spot along my wrist where my bracelet was. That and the back of my neck because I had my hair down when I was sunscreening (and so didn't cover it), but the wind was bad so it ended up being in a ponytail for most of the time. Still. I didn't know you had to sunscreen your hands. (Tells you how much I go out in the sun, no?)
The sun screws me up like whoa, though. I've never been able to figure out why, but every time I'm out there for more than a while, I get really sick. And I've gone over everything; I wasn't dehydrated, I wasn't over-hydrated, it wasn't too hot, and yet I'm sick just like if I were. I've never really thought about it before, but I wonder if subconscious avoidance of that sick feeling is why I abhor the sun? Because I can remember the same thing happening every time I am outside long enough.
And just now I was looking at my friends' page and went "Hmm. Didn't I already read that fic?" I then figured that the person just crossposted it to another community or something and that's why I was seeing it again. Then I scrolled down and found the picture of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thenaughtydingo she posted a while back and was a bit confused. For some reason, the latest entry on my flist was April 8. Oddness. Looked at my computer clock: March 21. Perhaps the problem lies therein? Oui, tis fixed. I dunno who's been playing around with the time on the computer.
Burned a sponge today. It smelled all moldy and I asked my dad if I could pitch it, and he said to throw it in the microwave so it would dry out and kill the germs or whatever. Evidently, he didn't mean for 3 minutes. I come walking back in from the back of the house and am all "Man, now the whole house smells like sponge." Twas because it was on fire. Not like huge flames, but smoking and burning all the same. The smell didn't really become burnt sponge until dad grabbed it out and threw it in the sink. So in my trashcan in the kitchen at this moment are a blackened ex-purple ex-sponge and a paper plate with a large burn hole in the middle. That was fun.
But I got lunch there, which was pretty good, though the people weren't going to give it to me at first. The volunteers get this thing for $5 at any of the food booths, so I wait in line and get up to the front of this place and they tell me they don't take those. Umm, it specifically says on there that it's good at any booth. So I got their booth number and went up to the volunteer/information booth and asked them if there were some that took it and some that didn't, because I didn't want to waste time waiting in line again to find out the same thing somewhere else. They told me that they had to take it, so I went back there and made them give me food. Twas pretty good too. Expensive, but good. Walked around a bit after that, wasn't anything really impressive there this year IMO (though I missed most of the show type things, which might have been good. I really wanted to do Tai Chi with the people, but everybody that was doing it was doing crazy fast complicated two person maneuvers that they all seemed to already know), saw Carol (a friend of ours), hung around a little bit waiting for her daughters and grandbaby to come back (because Isaiah is tres adorable) but then left because everybody else was already waiting by the car. (But then it turned out that they weren't by the time we got there, so then we waited in the car for a bit.)
But evidently I'm not so good with the sunscreen application. It was pretty old sunscreen anyway, so it didn't work well and now I'm disgustingly tanish even though I put it on a bazillion times, but I also missed about 2.5 inches right before my wrist on both arms and so that area and another 2.5 or so inches of my hand right below that are horrendously red. It makes me laugh because it's two really defined rectangles on my right arm because my watch was in the middle. The left isn't burned as badly, but there's still the white spot along my wrist where my bracelet was. That and the back of my neck because I had my hair down when I was sunscreening (and so didn't cover it), but the wind was bad so it ended up being in a ponytail for most of the time. Still. I didn't know you had to sunscreen your hands. (Tells you how much I go out in the sun, no?)
The sun screws me up like whoa, though. I've never been able to figure out why, but every time I'm out there for more than a while, I get really sick. And I've gone over everything; I wasn't dehydrated, I wasn't over-hydrated, it wasn't too hot, and yet I'm sick just like if I were. I've never really thought about it before, but I wonder if subconscious avoidance of that sick feeling is why I abhor the sun? Because I can remember the same thing happening every time I am outside long enough.
And just now I was looking at my friends' page and went "Hmm. Didn't I already read that fic?" I then figured that the person just crossposted it to another community or something and that's why I was seeing it again. Then I scrolled down and found the picture of
thenaughtydingo she posted a while back and was a bit confused. For some reason, the latest entry on my flist was April 8. Oddness. Looked at my computer clock: March 21. Perhaps the problem lies therein? Oui, tis fixed. I dunno who's been playing around with the time on the computer.Burned a sponge today. It smelled all moldy and I asked my dad if I could pitch it, and he said to throw it in the microwave so it would dry out and kill the germs or whatever. Evidently, he didn't mean for 3 minutes. I come walking back in from the back of the house and am all "Man, now the whole house smells like sponge." Twas because it was on fire. Not like huge flames, but smoking and burning all the same. The smell didn't really become burnt sponge until dad grabbed it out and threw it in the sink. So in my trashcan in the kitchen at this moment are a blackened ex-purple ex-sponge and a paper plate with a large burn hole in the middle. That was fun.
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Date: 2007-04-23 07:46 pm (UTC)sister'sslippersthat I stolebecause my feet were getting frostbite-y.AHH SCHOOL GOD. Stupid school. And I have math first. But it is ANZAC Day tomorrow, so that's cool. Of course, I will be spending the majority of the day doing my art, so it's not as much a cause for celebration as it should be.
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Date: 2007-04-23 08:30 pm (UTC)Urgh. I hate trying to wake up in the winter. As it's getting warmer here, it's easy to get up but harder to leave my bedroom because it manages to be the coldest room in the house, excluding the basement, quite a bit of the time. Because I don't forget to close my windows in the morning and let all the hot air in. (Because I don't open them in the first place, but still.) That and it's harder to go to sleep because the bed can get quite warm.
Of course, I will be spending the majority of the day doing my art, so it's not as much a cause for celebration as it should be.
So you're off school, then? I suppose I wouldn't like having to do art on command. It's got to be tough working on a deadline--you probably enjoy it a bit less, no?
ANZAC Day is like your veterans' or memorial day, no?
Hee, Gillian+flowers. I watched a movie with her in it on Saturday. Freak the Mighty. She was slightly drunk most of the time and had this odd southern US accent/drawl thing going on (odd because it was off just enough to make you turn your head slightly to the side as you listened) and wore a bathrobe and it made me laugh and think of you.
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Date: 2007-04-24 03:58 am (UTC)Lollol, me too.
It's got to be tough working on a deadline--you probably enjoy it a bit less, no?
Yeah, there is that. I'm not very good at art on command. Like, I have days where I can't do anything because to me it all looks like crap. Luckily my art teacher gets that. It just means more homework, that's all.
ANZAC Day is like your veterans' or memorial day, no?
Yeah, it's supposed to be, but people mainly just use it as an excuse not to go to work.
I watched a movie with her in it on Saturday. Freak the Mighty. She was slightly drunk most of the time and had this odd southern US accent/drawl thing going on (odd because it was off just enough to make you turn your head slightly to the side as you listened) and wore a bathrobe and it made me laugh and think of you.
AHHAHAHA, I LOVE THAT MOVIE. Or at least, I love Gillian in that movie.
"Woman, you are drunk!"
"Yes! I believe I AM."
You know, I made my sister watch Gillian's part in that movie, and all she could say was, "Is that Meatloaf?" *headdesk forever*