this one's for the children

went to ace's hippy party last night... pretty fun. only 8 of us xD
but, i still think it says something about people... or our age group, or society or something that we still split up into 2 groups. 5 and three. but before we split up we made bracelets and stuff out of hemp, did henna, tie dyed shirts, and burned insence. fuck, i don't think i can spell that word. looked it up last night but i don't remember/feel like doing it again...
be this a lesson children: NEVER touch burning insence. listen to your friends. even if they aren't telling you directly. it is fucking hot.

"wow, i really thought you just said incest"

"... your guitar teacher's hash smells like this?" "HOUSE!"

so yeah... i dunno, pretty much fun. like, the only straight edge teenaged hippie party ever. we talked a lot and got bit by bugs a lot. a lot. muffin man was attacked my a cicadda which was really friggin funny...
i henna'd a hypno bear on the top of my left hand that died and was reincarnated as a panda and johnny drew a spiral on the top of my right hand for me and i wrote 'im not living im just killing time' on the top of my right foot. i love the spiral in particular. probably because it worked the best.
gave one of the pot bracelets hemp things to electra as an anklet because it was purple and i made it for her. i dunno what to do with the blue one. need to find someone to give it to...
but, the bug bites were the worst because they kept me awake (so did the henna, because my arms were cold above the covers) and made me twitch and irritable all day... and my right ankle swelled and my newly forming scar puffed up and it isn't pretty.
and a black hair was found growing out of my head today... electra said something about being a calico...

have to stalk chris find a better violin monday.

this one's for the children

went to ace's hippy party last night... pretty fun. only 8 of us xD
but, i still think it says something about people... or our age group, or society or something that we still split up into 2 groups. 5 and three. but before we split up we made bracelets and stuff out of hemp, did henna, tie dyed shirts, and burned insence. fuck, i don't think i can spell that word. looked it up last night but i don't remember/feel like doing it again...
be this a lesson children: NEVER touch burning insence. listen to your friends. even if they aren't telling you directly. it is fucking hot.

"wow, i really thought you just said incest"

"... your guitar teacher's hash smells like this?" "HOUSE!"

so yeah... i dunno, pretty much fun. like, the only straight edge teenaged hippie party ever. we talked a lot and got bit by bugs a lot. a lot. muffin man was attacked my a cicadda which was really friggin funny...
i henna'd a hypno bear on the top of my left hand that died and was reincarnated as a panda and johnny drew a spiral on the top of my right hand for me and i wrote 'im not living im just killing time' on the top of my right foot. i love the spiral in particular. probably because it worked the best.
gave one of the pot bracelets hemp things to electra as an anklet because it was purple and i made it for her. i dunno what to do with the blue one. need to find someone to give it to...
but, the bug bites were the worst because they kept me awake (so did the henna, because my arms were cold above the covers) and made me twitch and irritable all day... and my right ankle swelled and my newly forming scar puffed up and it isn't pretty.
and a black hair was found growing out of my head today... electra said something about being a calico...

have to stalk chris find a better violin monday.

"isn't sharing a good thing?"

i am so in love with tea. i can't wait for my caffine addiction to come back.

i must teach myself up on the ladder. if it comes down to teaching myself, that is. i like that song too much...

i don't think my tie dyed shirt came out very well. :(

x_x i hate having to write e-mails to teachers... i always fret about my grammar >_>;

"isn't sharing a good thing?"

i am so in love with tea. i can't wait for my caffine addiction to come back.

i must teach myself up on the ladder. if it comes down to teaching myself, that is. i like that song too much...

i don't think my tie dyed shirt came out very well. :(

x_x i hate having to write e-mails to teachers... i always fret about my grammar >_>;