Ikky black tar. They’re retarring(?!?) a road here and it was still wet when I had to cross it, and tar is STICKY. It sticks to your shoes, and your hands,and anything that you touch later, and leaves icky brown smears. End result, my shoes are tarres, my hands are brown and I have an unfortunate habit of leaning my face in my hand. Plus with all the stuff stuck to the bottom of my shoes my footsteps sound so devastatingly loud as I walk through the deserted university. Now that everything’s winding up for songkran, people are leaving sarakham, the universiity is closing (today actually, in about four hours) and I really understand the calm before the storm now, like some one’s been winding a spring and everything goes silent jsut as they can’t wind any farther, and tommorow, it’s all going to break loose, wind down in one moment of realease of the energy built up since last year.
On another note, my stomach hurts. I think it was what I ate yesterday. SO I’m reading a lot. And I’m really enjoying the peace and quiet (this is actually my one day of peace and quiet, firmly wedged between the chaos as of late and the chaos soon to come.
On the other hand I can’t get the Kingdom of Loathing familiar that I want, and it is going to take a long time to get 1000 drunkeness. But Stinky pete’s day was fun.
I still can’t get over the fact that my sister will be having a baby in just a few days! I have to admit I’m a little bit terrified. Babies freak me out.She tried to show me her stomach the other day and it was MOVING! Visibly! I went and hid in my room while everybody else oohed and aahed over it. God that creeps me out. And it’s coming! It’s like one of those buffy moments when the evil of the day is coming and there’s nothing they can do to stop it.
I’m kinda hungry.
That last bit was typed just a bit ago and I would never have guessed that it would all go INSANE from about twenty minutes after that onwards.
“BLAAAAA BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA BLAAAAAAAAAAAAA BLAAAAAAAAAAAA THIS IS SOOOO!!!!! COFUSINGGGGGGG!!!!!!!! YOU GOTTTA READ ALL OF THIS AND THEN YOU REELIZZZZZ YOU WANT TO GO TO BED I HATE LONG STUFF ITS POINTLESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!OH AND DID I MECHIN THAT I HATE LONG PARAGRAFS!!!!LOL”
This is exactly why,every so often on must take a brake from computers. Particularly chatting an forums. It has been recently been suggested that certain forums actually emit a certain frequency that makes your brain melt out your ears often jamming the caps lock key and reducing the typist to awful spelling, and abreviations.
And I will just take a moment to express the fact that I have an extreme dislike for Jack Thompson. Nurg.
So yeah, this is me churning out one last post in the spare moment I found, now, less than 18 hours from leaving for the south of thailand, not really sure of what to write, nervous, tired and ready to just sleep, but still so excited, and driven forward by the whole southern tour-then Mom and Mim come. And I’m reading NANA right now.
Oh my goodness, this makes me laugh. Anyone who’s read Full metal Alchemist go here NOW!!! http://www.vgcats.com/comics/?strip_id=168
Thankyou.
But yeah, I guess I should say a few words about song kran. Other than Exhausting. It was insane. If you went out, you had just signed a all bases covered complete and total waiver saying that it was now your fault that you were soaked and covered head to toe in baby powder and anything paper or electronic with you that will get destroyed is only your responsibility. It was crazy. And fun, in a great sort of way. And I’m so glad I spent a good portion of it with Lila, I’m still to introverted to really join in some things, but she certainly isn’t.
The five of us, Maddie and Jamie from Khon Kaen (where we were), and Lila, Alex and I were all in Fairy Plaza, and were kinda planning on going and playing water, but everybody was tired and we just kept stalling. So I (I think it was me, maybe somebody else, but I remember the event) employed the standard ‘let’s go’ technique - going. Usually people follow, but end result was me and Lila ended about fifteen feet from where we had been sitting, just outside fairy, by one of the main song kran roads. Now to get a picture of this you have to picture a crowded thai street, overhinging awnings, every building a little store run on the bottom floor of a house For song kran everybody lives on the streets, rubber hoses winding hee way out of hoses into tubs with smaller buckets inside for throwing the water Some people stock up on huge blocks of ice which they melt throughout the day to keep their water cold. In the meantime, on the streets themsleves are filled out with the turn out of every pickup truck in thailand, the backs packed with families and tubs of water from old women to babies. They throw water at anyhting that moves. Or doesn’t. It doesn’t really seem to mater, so long as the air they’re breathing has I higher H2O content than the atlantic ocean. They stop occcaisionally and refil at one of the said hoses. In the mean time people Run in throughout the crowds and trucks (which barely move) with their bottles of baby powers, smearing it across peoples faces, or if they’re in a real hurry, just dumping it on you and wishing you a happy new year (did I mention Song Kran is Thai new year?) Sawasdee Pee Mai! Some people went so far as to mix it with water before hand, cmaking this ikky warm foam paster thing. So yeah, onw that you’ve sorta got the picture, story. Lila and I are standing there watching all this go bye, as she says “I want to try.”
So we did. She just ran out in the middle of it and got soaked, and I followed, but she then grabbed the bucket from one of the people throwing it and started chucking it back, scooping water out of one of the basisns in a pickup. And so we followed that pickup, riding on it, walking beside it, around it. I got a powder thing and proceded to chase people around, wishing them a happy new year all the while. Eventually we parked, and after a bit I took a more watching position, sitting back and laughing as Lila climbed up on a tall platform and started dancing to thai hiphop that was playing from a speaker store (I think it sold speakers) So for a couple hours I chatted and ate peanuts with a bunch of thai strangers as Lila Did her dancy thing and I tried to figure out exactly how many way you can refuse beer. The answer is a lot. Afeter that everything just went insane, but that’s a story for anther time.
Did I say I met Lila’s parent’s? I don’t think so. It was cool, they were cool, and it gave me a lot of ideas for Mom and Mim. Oh and if anybody wants stuff from thailand, better start asking now.
The library is closing now, so I’ve gotta go, and the nex time I see a computer I’ll havea heavy tan and I’ll be hanging with my family.
P.S. The baby’s here. It’s official, I have baby-phobia. *shudder*