-Warm day was warm. I didn't even need my cloak.
-Getting to wear my gold dress.
-Seeing Pano again. Whee!
-My new pearl-on-a-string.
-Playing with fire.
-Conversations with Rich, among others.
-Coming home and smelling like smoke.
-My favorite wall ever.
Lowlights:
-Smoke-induced headache.
-Yellowjackets swarming everywhere. Not just in our camp, but throughout the park. Thomas got stung.
-It really shouldn't bother me that Joe will flirt with anyone but me, but...
-Finding out that this was the 43rd's last reenactment for the year.
Next stop: Trenton!
(Possibly Ironworks, but that's doubtful.)
- Where I Iz:This English homework is a bunch of bullshit. Srsly.
- 'ow I Iz:
busy
-Seeing everyone again. It's been too long.
-Finally being able to sleep through a raging battle.
-My new "doily" (read: pinner cap).
-Being coached in some minor psychology stuffs by Rich.
-Seeing Rick in handcuffs.
-The Sutlers and their shiny things.
-Corned beef for lunch.
-Camping next to the Highlanders. Men in kilts; yay!
-Rain.
Lowlights:
-Camping near a yellowjacket nest. No one got stung, but it was unnerving as hell.
-Finding Blackwatch tartan, then finding out it was $150.
-Rain and mud.
-Finding out that the dance at Trenton might not happen.
- 'ow I Iz:
drained - Da Noise:Start Wearing Purple-Gogol Bordello
( Here's the real list. )
Never minding the fact that there's only twelve events, it's going to be a wonderful season. Sturbridge will take me up to Massachusetts, and there's a very good chance I'll get to go and see Matt.
But really, I'm just going to be happy to get back into garb. My reenactment withdrawal isn't quite so full-frontally destructive, but it's damaging my performance in school. I keep daydreaming of the day when I can get back into my garb and become a member of the distaff again.
It's a beautiful thing, even if the feminazis I've met disapprove of the "oppressive clothing".
Then again, they haven't any sense of humor.
Or aestheticism.
And my entries really need to get more interesting or longer or something. I feel as though I'm not making the best use of my pixels.
Sixty-three days 'till Bound Brook.
"And that's two impossible things we've seen today. Don't you love it when that happens?"
-The Doctor
- Where I Iz:Ever eaten alien meat?
- 'ow I Iz:
determined - Da Noise:My Everything-Barry White
At long last, the 2007 Reenactment Season has come to a glorious close.
NOOOOOO. ;~; I WON'T BE REENACTING UNTIL MAAAAAY.
Meh, could be worse. I mightn't be reenacting at all.
The Trenton ball was a lot of fun, thought a bit awkward on my part. I'd forgotten my jacket, you see. Kevin was pissed for a while, but eventually we figured something out. I was allowed to wear Shrek's waistcoat, with a promise that this would never happen again. Needless to say, I looked a wee bit dowdier than usual and didn't get asked to dance by anyone besides Kevin and Katie.
Oh, the shame.
"Road to Boston" was fun, though. You switched partners every time, but no dancing with Tim.
He keeps insisting he's not ignoring me, but he's got a piss-poor way of showing it.
Anyway, I did remember my jacket on Saturday, and that was a good thing. I got away stocking-less both days, without Kevin noticing me...I think...
Pano was there, along with his song. We got along pretty well, and I always enjoy a chance to chat with Pano, so I was hanging around his shop most of the day.
In fact, I got acquainted with several people on Saturday, including--anomaly of anomalies!--the Psychoesse/der Jungfisch. She really is friggin' weird, but she can be nice if she wants to. There were also a few exclusively-Trenton girls, Vivian (a campfollower who I know not what regiment she's with), and a possible new recruit (Kayla).
Good news about her? She's adorable, and she loves history.
Bad news about her? She's ten years old.
Well, good things come in small packages. I think that's the saying, anyway.
Joe, Kevin, and Tim all really liked their presents, and I got monies from Bruce and Dan.
Yay! ^^
Now all I have to do is keep in touch with them all winter.
RIP: 2007 Reenactment Season
"The only proper vacation for a diehard Catholic...shrine hopping!"
-Pano
- Where I Iz:Like I'm swimming in a sea of gelatin. Awkward gelatin.
- 'ow I Iz:
blah - Da Noise:Christmas Music
My poor, ickle LJ.
I haven't had much time to write, and this is no exception.
Fort Lee was pretty good, disregarding the fact that we had to drive up past New York freakin New York.
I really don't see what's so great about it, the skyline looked just like that of Philadelphia.
Very few Sutlers at Ft. Lee, just Pano and a couple of unofficial ones. I got a rosewood knife for Tim at Pano, some rock candy for the kids I was watching, and a little cloak for Elisa at one of the unofficials.
I'm getting a little nervous over Joe's present, though. What if he doesn't like it?
OY! What a travesty.
Trenton in 41 days.
"Be glad you're Polish. The Poles get three good things: a good face, a good disposition, and a good appetite."
-Dzia-Dzi
- Where I Iz:The Book of Joelle? XD
- 'ow I Iz:
listless - Da Noise:The Bible-Thumping station that is mispronouncing "Joel".
Just for the hell of it, instead of a quote, let's a have a video to begin with.
Moonshae's Reenacting To-Do List
1. Purchase Christmas presents for the following Jaegers: Dan, Bruce, Pat, Meg, Pat and Meg's kiddies, Rick, Katie, Francine, John and Katie.
2. Purchase Christmas presents for the following non-Jaegers: April, Tim, NJV!Katie
3. Wheedle Kevin into making me a riding habit.
4. Wheedle Kevin into making Katie a riding habit.
5. Get garters for my stocking that will actually hold them up.
6. Learn how to make cockades.
7. Build up a good friendship with Tim again.
8. Get better grades so as to be able to attend events overnight.
9. Save up money for a tent in which to be able to stay in overnight.
10. Actually convince my parents to let me buy said tent.
11. Get Joe into dancing, possibly at Trenton.
12. Learn how to actually get out decent notes on play my fife.
13. Get a winter hat for the colder events.
14. Be known as a very charming young lady, other than what Kevin says.
15. Meet up with Mattie at an event.
- Where I Iz:Waltzing back from Hope Lodge.
- 'ow I Iz: drained
- Da Noise:Philly 106.1
And so, Rock Ford (Lancaster) ends, on quite a high note.
'twas very nice on Saturday, all those hawks about. I told a spectator that they were anticipating the carnage of "the rebels" for their breakfast. Poor man. He must think I'm insane, for being such a good Hessian lass. But sometimes, it's rather difficult to stand the Doodles. They're so elitist, so set in their ideas that "DE COTENATELZ WUZ ALWAAS RITE!111!!!" (The Continentals were always right!)
'tisn't true.
I remember when I used to be like that. I used to pick on the King's Troops all the time.
Now I look up to them.
Nice group, the "lobsterbacks".
Joe and I had an excellent time Sutlering. I think I've been underestimating his gallantry. He caught my hat both times it blew off when we went Sutlering, he held my cloak, and he complimented me on my brooch. Plus, he was rather excited when I mentioned that I had seen the battle. Probably due to the fact that he was running around in smoke and loud noises. He's been pleading with me to watch the battles. Perhaps I'll go more often.
I wanted to write up an entry about some Fanfiction Musings of mine, but my brain feels like it's melting out of my ears.
Damn English project.
Two weeks 'til hope and I see Tim again.
I shall be cordial, but I shan't push him to talk to me, this time.
Pat'll take care of it.
"The arch-rebels, barefooted tatterdemalions,
In baseness exceed all other rebellions,
With their hunting-shirts, and rifle-guns.
To rend the empire, the most infamous lies,
Their mock-patriot Congress, do always devise;
Independence, like the first of rebels, they claim,
But their plots will be damn'd in the annals of fame,
With their hunting-shirts, and rifle-guns."
-The Rebels, Capt. Smyth of the Queen's Rangers
- Where I Iz:Holding my brain in my head.
- 'ow I Iz:
rushed - Da Noise:1776 Soundtrack-Sit Down, John!
-From an IM conversation
That pretty much sums it up, doesn't it?
Goddamn my rotten luck with boys. And now Tim won't even talk to me. He wore my handkerchief and went Sutlering with the Psychoesse. I don't care if his excuse was that he thought my feelings would've been hurt. If he wanted me to know that I wasn't to have anything to do with him today, he should've worn the NJV's handkerchief.
And the Psychoesse will be with him at Hope, Mercer, and possibly Trenton/Princeton.
Dear Lord, I shan't have a moment to talk to him without her glaring at me.
I wasn't even that clingy.
-hisses-
I think this is the first time I've wished ill health upon a fellow reenactor.
Anyway, besides that, Red Bank was really good. I hung out with the NJV, and Katie/Jack went Sutlering with me. That's always fun. Kevin got me a lovely hat, with white and blue ribbon. Gawgeous, dahling, gawgeous. Too windy to wear it, though.
Joe was actually talking to me today! Huzzah. ^^ Perhaps it's a switch. If Joe talks to me, Tim doesn't and vice-versa.
I really must get my mind off him. If I am to retain any sanity, pining for him won't do any good. I learned that last year with Alexey.
But I must see if I can still go Sutlering with him.
Perhaps she won't let me?
I need to get him a Rosewood box or something for Christmas. Didn't he say that he was trying to get as many Rosewood things as possible?
I bet the Psychoesse doesn't even know that.
Bitch.
One week to Lancaster.
- Where I Iz:Plotting slow, painful deaths.
- 'ow I Iz:
enraged - Da Noise:Disney-Der Fuhrer's Face
Too lazy to write a whole lot.
Manahawkin was amazing, as I expected it to be. We all had a good time, though Patty wasn't there. She and Bruce split. Quite depressing, really.
The Civ War reenactors need to be less grudging as well. We can't help it if we're more popular, it's not OUR fault your reenactments are sloppy.
Made myself a new friend on the bus. His name's Mike Myers. Quite a sweet lad, and absolutely brilliant.
No competition for Mattie, though.
Can't wait for Red Bank.
"Never let schooling interfere with your education."
-Mark Twain
- Where I Iz:Chasing down my brain.
- 'ow I Iz:
lazy - Da Noise:Thompson Twins-Hold Me Now
FREAKIN'. AMAZING.
She's studied with the FBI. the National Academy of Crime and Crime Prevention (something along those lines), she knows knife defense, carjacking defense, and general assault defense. Some of her best friends are high-ranking Marines, SS men, and National Guardsmen.
She-hulk, right?
Wrong.
Erin's a little bit taller than me, a little bit curvier, and a whole lot funnier. I swear, I was laughing half the time through her presentation, especially the bits about her "scary van photo collection" and her "Alpha Phi boy network". If you like, I can tell you a bit more over AIM.
Anyway, so a pretty good night last night. Today, though, several things happened, and not all of them good.
Actually, only one of them is good, so I'll save that for last.
So we were waiting for the bus this morning. It was about five minutes late. None of the kids at my stop are IB or Honors, and you can tell it by the way they talk. Each minute ticked by, and with each minute, the language of the two girls who did most of the talking got progessively fouler. By five minutes, one of the girls had snarled, "Where the f*ck is that motherf*cking bus?"
I finally snapped, let me tell you. "He's probably getting gas," I said, trying not to explode in her face. "That's what he was doing last time."
Then the most incredible thing. She turned to me and said, "I wasn't talking to you, bitch, so shut up."
I was furious! I could have punched her in her perfectly made-up face, maybe even used some of the "defense" techniques I learned last night. Instead, I contented myself with turning away and torturing her slowly to death until the bus came. So perhaps that was more satisfying.
Then, at Lunch, the freshmen took over our table. W T F !!! They know it's our table, the little gits. Some of them may be less than intelligent, but it's not that hard to know that you risk incurring the wrath of the IB Sophomores if you "conquer" their table.
Finally, on my way to Math from World History, there was this CP kid watching me. He decided it would be funny to stalk me down the Math hallway. About halfway down, he comes up behind me and suddenly all I hear is this earsplitting yell. He was screaming directly into my right ear. I twitched, but I did not satisfy him, and he was about to do it again when his teacher came out, dragged him into the classroom, and said, "Why would you try to scare a girl? That was really rude!"
Huzzah for Mr. Van.
The one good thing that happened was that Jaime and I got stuck behind mini-Alexey in the lunch line. These are his similarities to the real Alexey so far:
Same haircut
Same eyes
Same facial structure
Same skintone
Same backpack (but in Grey)
Same watch
Same school program (IB)
Same voice
....it's freakin weird!
Maybe they're related?
Distantly?
Five days until Manahawkin and the one day when I can do something more interesting than comparing an eerily similar Freshman and Sophomore.
Huzzah for reenacting.
Just remember that you're standing
On a planet that's evolving
And revolving at nine hundred miles per hour
It's orbiting at ninety miles per second
So it's reckoned
A sun that is the source of all our po'er
The sun and you and me
And all the stars that we can see
Are moving at a million miles per day
In an outer spiral arm, at forty thousand miles per hour
Of the galaxy
They call the Milky Way!
-Eric Idle, "The Galaxy Song"
- Where I Iz:Frolicking around a mental torture chamber.
- 'ow I Iz: pissed off
- Da Noise:Earth Wind and Fire-Let's Groove Tonight
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