Today I answered the door to find a flowerchild and three hippies at my home.
Parked in the drive was a blue gto and out piled what I can only discribe as a blast from the past.
I know what you are thinking - no...these individuals were not "my dealers", nor were they a hallucination of my own fragmented mind or wacky substance intake.
Instead, I opened the door to greet one of my mother's long time friends - dressed to the nines from head to toe; flowered wreath and scarf around the head, peasant top and beads, and an insanely vibrant peony pink peasant skirt. Her comrades had the sunglasses, tye dye, bellbottoms, afros and long locks down too. One even went so far as to have a joint - granted they apparently decided to leave it at home for fear of being pulled over with it.
Enveloped in a giant hug from a presumably semi-influenced flowerchild/family friend, she told me they were off to a party and to tell my mom to get her butt in gear when she came home and to go join them.
I am struck with the notion that one day when my friends and I are older (and maybe wiser, although that could just be hopeful optimism) I hope that we all have the same sense of (mis-)adventure and fun.
I want to be one among the many friends in our group that will be a part of something crazy and entertaining too. (Another example would be another friend of the family who went out for Elvis Fest with "the gang" wearing a hula skirt and sunflower bra with magnet battery operated flashing buttons attached as nipples).
So far we are off to a good start.
One friend makes narratives and comics incorporating the core gang or friends. And as he likes to remind me...he and many other friends are sarcastic pricks which I often times fail to comprehend and regret when they take me "seriously". You know who you are! =P
Another plans annual trips to the Anime North Convention in Toronto - yes we are that geeky/nerdy. We love everyone for it too!
I have a friend that can drink herself under the table - I realize that is confusing but generally she is a tank...apparently she makes a good punch too.
Another belts out notes only dogs should be able to hear during kareoke.
Another is one of the rare people you might meet that is super proud of her booty, and is capable of just picking up and leaving, travelling across the globe and setting up shop.
Two proudly make faces of indescribable hilarity; the first, Jmart, makes a mean freaking cake and is working towards being a master with fondant; the second is a master with computery things and I swear hands down he can make one of the best homemade speghetti sauces...and I am not a huge pasta sauce person.
One loves cosplay, really bad jokes that I as a feminist disagree with (shakes fist), and has a Ratatta in the top 100 percentage...for those of you unfamiliar...a Ratatta is a pokemon...and only exists within the game.
Those are just to introduce a few...
Everyone contributes their own bit of craziness and I crave that in the future we will continue to get into the shananaghans we do now...if not more.
Maybe one day one of them will come to my door dressed in attire fitting to our own blast from the past. Fingers Crossed!
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Friday, October 1, 2010
Undertones...aka Better MakeUp Your Mind Quick!
Show of hands - who reading this is taking time off in between scholastic endeavours?
Second show of hands - how many people act like you are throwing it all away when you tell them you are taking time off?
Oh oh oh! Have you had people that barely know you tell you that you will never go back?
Do they spit out random factoids that you have never even heard of or know where they have come from and what evidence actually supports them? Perhaps you have had someone just randomly spit out at you that "oh...well you know, 50 per cent of those who take time off never end up going back" - the implied parting of knowledge being that you have a 50/50 chance of continuing academics, and generally the undertone being that you are on the side which will never return, presumably because you get so comfortable with whatever the hell it is you are doing in your "time off".
My personal favourite is the individual imparting this "knowledge" yet they have no idea who you really are, what you are interested in, and what your plans are, yet act superior in the fact that they have you figured out to a "t" because you are one of those people - those people that take time off to figure out what they want to do with their lives. Heaven forbid we don't have our lives planned out from start to finish in some crazy flowchart!
My least favourite - the parents who consistantly ask you what you are planning on doing, when you need your reference letters, who you need to speak with, where you need to apply, what you are applying for, when you need to apply, what it will help you achieve or where it will take you, and how it will lead you to some career you will be happy with and secure in. Again...I reference the life flowchart. (I recognize the actual concern and love behind parental nagging of the sort...however one can only tolerate so much of it before they snap).
Question! Taking time off - be it a week, a month, a year, or even the time it takes to brush you're teeth - Am I wrong in thinking that we can legitimately use that time to hash out what it is exactly that we would like to pursue next? Why is there this push to constantly have an understanding of our future?
Questions...comments...thoughts?
Second show of hands - how many people act like you are throwing it all away when you tell them you are taking time off?
Oh oh oh! Have you had people that barely know you tell you that you will never go back?
Do they spit out random factoids that you have never even heard of or know where they have come from and what evidence actually supports them? Perhaps you have had someone just randomly spit out at you that "oh...well you know, 50 per cent of those who take time off never end up going back" - the implied parting of knowledge being that you have a 50/50 chance of continuing academics, and generally the undertone being that you are on the side which will never return, presumably because you get so comfortable with whatever the hell it is you are doing in your "time off".
My personal favourite is the individual imparting this "knowledge" yet they have no idea who you really are, what you are interested in, and what your plans are, yet act superior in the fact that they have you figured out to a "t" because you are one of those people - those people that take time off to figure out what they want to do with their lives. Heaven forbid we don't have our lives planned out from start to finish in some crazy flowchart!
My least favourite - the parents who consistantly ask you what you are planning on doing, when you need your reference letters, who you need to speak with, where you need to apply, what you are applying for, when you need to apply, what it will help you achieve or where it will take you, and how it will lead you to some career you will be happy with and secure in. Again...I reference the life flowchart. (I recognize the actual concern and love behind parental nagging of the sort...however one can only tolerate so much of it before they snap).
Question! Taking time off - be it a week, a month, a year, or even the time it takes to brush you're teeth - Am I wrong in thinking that we can legitimately use that time to hash out what it is exactly that we would like to pursue next? Why is there this push to constantly have an understanding of our future?
Questions...comments...thoughts?
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