| So at rehearsal last night, I met a renaissance man. Literally. The story that follows is completely true.
Me: Dad, who is that guy...
(Enter Nick. You know those renaissance executioneers, like in movies? Well yeah, that's what he's wearing. Minus the mask. He has a leather cape on, and boots. And when I say boots, I mean boots. Big black ones, with seven or so straps up the side. And he's got a goatee, which just completes the image.)
Dad: Hi, Nick. I'm Robert, and this is Arielle. What do you play?
Nick: (UNSHEATHS sticks. Really. He makes this dramatic gesture and whips the sticks out of a sheath around his waist.)
Dad: Oh, um... is that, like, a hobby or something?
Nick: Yeah, chain mail and stuff. I make all the clothing.
Dad: That's... interesting.
-Later That Night-
Dad: Hey, what are those? (points to a pouchy thing that Nick is wearing, with some metal things sticking out of it.)
Mr. Blackman and Me: They look like... Allen wrenches. Jinx!
Nick: Oh, they're just knives.
Everyone: Right... just... knives...
Mr. Blackman and Me: Because we really need that sort of protection in gang ridden Western Howard County. *weird stares as if to say "stop copying me, weirdo!*
Dad: Where do you get that sort of thing?
Nick: Oh, some of them are actually from Hawaii.
Dad: Hawaii? How'd you end up there?
Nick: It was actually a graduation present from my parents.
Dad: I want that kind of present! Do they adopt?
Nick: Yeah, actually, I'm adopted...
Dad: Oops...
So ah, he seems like a pretty nice guy. I think he's trying to make a statement. That statement is kind of coming off as "I HAVE KNIVES!" but whatever... At least he's nice... |
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| Why am I so HAPPY in this picture?! 
I can't belive i allowed myself to be dressed so... erm... nautically... |
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| Hooray, first day of marching band complete! I swear I look dumber wearing a snare drum than anyone else on Earth. Like the drum looks so huge compared to me. It's terrible. Now just wait 'till I get my loverly plumey hat... it'll be just gorgeous. Though we're supposed to get black gloves this year, which is cool, I guess...
Anybody want to come over and give me a back massage? I sure could use one...
Yeah, Eryn, we totally have to finish watcing "Soap" sometime. Like, I mean seriously, what a cliffhanger we left you guys with. |
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| Wow I don't update much... isn't that totally lame and sucky of me? I should really find something interesting to talk about... |
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| Howdy hello from camp. I'm bored. You guys need to stop having conversations through the comments on my xanga, lol  |
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