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I'm in a rather piratey mood at the moment. I expect that this is influenced by the fact that I read most of Pirattitude! this weekend. Good book. It's also partially factual, despite the authors' insistence that most of the information was pulled out of their heads while they were under the influence of barbeque ribs and beer.
School continues and is relatively uneventful. My Medieval Manuscripts teacher's condescending tones are beginning to get on my nerves. The class is not what I expected. I would drop it, but it's upper-division credits, and I need upper-division credits in order to graduate. I'll stick it out, but I don't have to like it.
This last weekend was actually fairly eventful. Jason came down on Friday night, and we all piled in the Jeeps and went out to Cottage Grove. The grey clouds threatened us all the way there, and it was mostly dark by the time we arrived. It was also raining. A lot. We managed to get the tent up, and then we were social for long enough to eat hot dogs (I dislike hot dogs, especially when I am cold and wet and there is no way to keep the buns, which are far too long for the hot dogs, from getting soaked). Then I went to bed. Alex and Jason stayed up for a little bit longer. I was very glad that I had worn layers, including my hooded Playstation sweatshirt, because that hooded sweatshirt saved me from freezing. It rained all night and most of the next day. Rain makes Jeeping fun, though, because it creates mud. We went up and down many hills and over many rocks. We got very, very wet and muddy. We also had to sit and wait a good deal because some people brought vehicles that were not set up for the rough terrain. Here's a good lesson to be learned from this kind of experience: "Four-Wheel Drive" and "Trail Rated" do not automatically guarantee that your vehicle will be able to climb a steep, muddy, rutted hill in the rain. These terms also do not mean that your vehicle can go off-road at all, especially when it is wet and muddy and there are big holes where you can get stuck. Also, Jeeps rock.
We got back late (again, due to many people getting stuck and/or broken), packed up the wet tent as quickly as possible during a convenient lightening of the downpour, packed up, and went home. We got home just in time for Alex to jump out of the Jeep, jump into the Subaru, and head out to get his mother from the airport. When he got back, we watched Starsky and Hutch. That's an hour and a half that I will never get back. The movie itself was rather amusing, but Ben Stiller and Owen Wilson are two actors who play the same roles no matter what movie they are in. It gets a bit annoying after a while. Oddly enough, Snoop Dogg (I think that's what he goes by now) was the funniest actor in the whole thing. He is also the skinniest man I have ever seen.
I am now fighting off a cold with the best weapon known to me: Spiced Cider with a Large Dollop of Captain Morgan's Spiced Rum. The vitamin C in the cider fights off the scurvy, and the rum makes me all warm and happy. Even if the drink doesn't cure my cold, it sure makes me feel better. Arrrrr.
Mia has decided that my typing offends her. Obviously, my fingers could be better employed in getting at that itchy spot just between her shoulderblades. I shall update further later...probably tomorrow.
I'm in a rather piratey mood at the moment. I expect that this is influenced by the fact that I read most of Pirattitude! this weekend. Good book. It's also partially factual, despite the authors' insistence that most of the information was pulled out of their heads while they were under the influence of barbeque ribs and beer.
School continues and is relatively uneventful. My Medieval Manuscripts teacher's condescending tones are beginning to get on my nerves. The class is not what I expected. I would drop it, but it's upper-division credits, and I need upper-division credits in order to graduate. I'll stick it out, but I don't have to like it.
This last weekend was actually fairly eventful. Jason came down on Friday night, and we all piled in the Jeeps and went out to Cottage Grove. The grey clouds threatened us all the way there, and it was mostly dark by the time we arrived. It was also raining. A lot. We managed to get the tent up, and then we were social for long enough to eat hot dogs (I dislike hot dogs, especially when I am cold and wet and there is no way to keep the buns, which are far too long for the hot dogs, from getting soaked). Then I went to bed. Alex and Jason stayed up for a little bit longer. I was very glad that I had worn layers, including my hooded Playstation sweatshirt, because that hooded sweatshirt saved me from freezing. It rained all night and most of the next day. Rain makes Jeeping fun, though, because it creates mud. We went up and down many hills and over many rocks. We got very, very wet and muddy. We also had to sit and wait a good deal because some people brought vehicles that were not set up for the rough terrain. Here's a good lesson to be learned from this kind of experience: "Four-Wheel Drive" and "Trail Rated" do not automatically guarantee that your vehicle will be able to climb a steep, muddy, rutted hill in the rain. These terms also do not mean that your vehicle can go off-road at all, especially when it is wet and muddy and there are big holes where you can get stuck. Also, Jeeps rock.
We got back late (again, due to many people getting stuck and/or broken), packed up the wet tent as quickly as possible during a convenient lightening of the downpour, packed up, and went home. We got home just in time for Alex to jump out of the Jeep, jump into the Subaru, and head out to get his mother from the airport. When he got back, we watched Starsky and Hutch. That's an hour and a half that I will never get back. The movie itself was rather amusing, but Ben Stiller and Owen Wilson are two actors who play the same roles no matter what movie they are in. It gets a bit annoying after a while. Oddly enough, Snoop Dogg (I think that's what he goes by now) was the funniest actor in the whole thing. He is also the skinniest man I have ever seen.
I am now fighting off a cold with the best weapon known to me: Spiced Cider with a Large Dollop of Captain Morgan's Spiced Rum. The vitamin C in the cider fights off the scurvy, and the rum makes me all warm and happy. Even if the drink doesn't cure my cold, it sure makes me feel better. Arrrrr.
Mia has decided that my typing offends her. Obviously, my fingers could be better employed in getting at that itchy spot just between her shoulderblades. I shall update further later...probably tomorrow.
