Stay With Me, Sway With Me

I now have a step mother. As if you couldn't guess. The weekend was great. Me and Zoe went up to Lewiston, and then went down to The Cec Pit. Which is the local name for the Commercial Hotel in Two Wells. And, of all things, we happened to sho up on... Karaoke night! Which I always enjoy- Not just because it's an excuse for me to sing, I've never needed an excuse to do that. But because it's always interesting to see who'se drunk enough to give it a stab. I got up and sang, of course. Sweet Child o' Mine. At least, that was the first song- As the night progressed, I was thniking about getting up and singing Fame. I did end up doing that- Then Poison Ivy, Waterloo (I don't actually know how to sing waterloo, and I'm rather glad) on the request of the music-lady and back-up singer for the night. I sung others, of course, but I thnik the tail end was pretty embarasing in any case. The wedding was the next day, during which my shoes broke. But asside from my lack of footwear, it was a freekin awesome day. I hauled myself out of bed at around 10:30, pretty impressive concidering I got to sleep around 3am. Myself, Zoe, Allan (my step-brother) and Travis (my full brother) then sat around and zoned out for a while. We spent almost three hours in complete silence, just looking around the room. I think John (my other step-brother) was doing much the same thing in his room, he's just not a social zoner. And if theres one thing I like, it's being quioet and zoning out. Normally I'd fill the space drawing, but I for one was more then happy to stare at the kitchen bench. Jeniffer buzzed around the house, prepairing enough food to feed a small army, before Aunt Heather turned up with a bottle of Cowboy. This was around 1 pm. The bottle was empty by three, although I had little to do with this as I only had one glass of the stuff. I've stated befre that I always seem to drink more when I'm around family. Heather was the one and only bridesmaid, and my uncle Colin performed the function of Best Man (We have similar tastes in music- He's cool). My... Second cousin? I think... Taylor nominated herself as flowergirl. Heather kept an eagle eye on the ring except, of course, for the five secconds before Jeniffer was supposed to walk to the Celebrant, where she left it behind. Dad had a CD of music burnt which played under the celebrants speach - The wedding was out the side of the house, under a pagoda-type thing. They exchanged rings, we all tosted, and eventually the ceremony was over. Then most of the people either grabbed a beer or an orange juice and set to cooking the barbicue while the wedding party had their photos taken and all the usual socialising that comes with large family functions. Time untill the barbicue was killed through conversation and drinks, as well as some snacks from the random chip table. And then- I saw it. My Steak! It was freekin massive, but so tender and delicious, with just the right ammount of spice... Of course, it was too big for my plate and nothing else would fit on it once the steak was there, but yum! Of course, I got a lot of jokes here... Mostly just 'So that's your half of the cow then' and 'Where the hell did all that food fit'?, and other such variations. The seccodn plate was for vegetables- Potatoes and onions are at their best when they've been barbicued. Plus there was a really posh salad there- Crutons! That's upper class that is.

Once the delights of the food were over, we had... The further delights of the food! Desert was triffles, pavlova (Oh heavenly divine food, gifted to man, that the angels graced to call Pavlova) and cream puffs. The wedding cake was supposed to be desert too - It was supposed to be chocolate mud-cake. However, the cake-maker stuffed up and made it a fruit cake. Jeniffer whated anythig BUT a fruit cake, because she hates fruit cake. I can't say I blame her. So there was a whole lotta fruit-cake left at the end. Eventually, people sort of drifted away - My immediate family were the last to leave. Actually, the 'Locals' were the last to leave, and a lot of us just chuffed off to the pub afterwards. It was live band night. Anyone who recognised me that day told me what a pretty voice I have - Cec made a point of telling me to get it trained and do something with it. Apparently he was trained in Opera, but ended up drinking his vocie away - The sort of tragic story you expect from the owner of a small town pub.

Which reminds me - My father and step-mother's wedding gift went down quite well. It made Jeniffer laugh, which is what I was hoping for. It was then pt on the mantle piece, where casual passers-by could look at it in confusion and ny father, with all that is typical of blind fatherly pride, can tell people I'm respinsible for it. Between 'that's very impressive' and 'you have a nice voice' I was about ready to throw up. I appear to have conditioned myself to feel ill when beng praised. I'd blame Ledi, but it's my fault for trying to make it easy for her. Just because she can't handle me succeding, doesnt' mean I shouldn't. But then, I'm sure you're all tired of me bitching about this crap.

It occurs to me that logically, life has two courses set out for me. Either I never realize this potential others think I have, end up in a bad relationship with a couple of kids or alone with my instant noodles at 45, making me the tragic story of the girl who could go far but didn't, Or I really sparkle and die tragically at a young age. I think I'd like a middle path- Just be dead-average.

Moving on, today was day one ov Orientation Week, and by am I tired. That was a lot of information to take in on four an a half hours sleep. And you know why I didn't get to sleep? Well... Waking up at 10 that morning didn't help, but I think at least one reason was Orion. He won't leave me alone! And I can't seem to draw him, which is all the more frustrating. Perhaps he just wants to be written about. Either way, he's becoming almost as intrusive as Necro is, but it's Necro's personality to BE intrusive. Maybe if I ignore him he'll go away...

I want to design a layout for Danirat's site. I can see it in my head - It's just a matter of being alowd, since I think she's doing one herself. The way it looks in my mind isn't really apropriate for Washi, since it's a little bit Gothic, and I'm more... Bubblegum, although the word sours my fingers to simply type it. Hey, maybe if Orion keeps up this obnoxious invasion into my thought patterns he'll get the next layout. Very few guys have gotten layouts - Rafael and Julian got their own, Reifi shared his with Rufa and Bran shared his little feature with Starr. That's another person I want to draw again- Let the world know what's been up with my little raven-boy. So many people to draw, so few ideas to make the drawings interesting...

That's enough for now. Maybe I'll extend on this in a couple of days- I really need to sleep now.

"When you gaze into the abyss, it isn't supposed to wave back."
~Lao-Tze, Thief of Time
- posted by Washi @ 9:32 pm