An Insane Sucker For Things Like This:

"Stranger Than Fiction." Love it. So... So much.

Here's To You; Tink, Sass and Lu

For the past couple months, my friend and I have been taking as many trips into the woods as we can. Basically it started as soon as the weather moved towards the higher degrees and the ground began to thaw (i.e. spring.) I always believed that, because of where I live, hiking wouldn't be possible. Turns out I was wrong. So far, we have explored at least four, at most six, areas that are as un-touched as an area may be in these here parts.

Well. Last week, we upped our ambitions, in order to go to an island nearby where you actually have to pay a ferry charge in order to venture onto. Apparently, there's a nature preserve there that has three or so trails that range from 1 to 10 miles in length. Naturally, we wanted to start with the smaller in order to try things out, and then mayhaps explore the rest of an island that we have lived near to for the past 26 years but haven't truly ventured onto until a week ago.

Our attempt, for better or for worse, failed. The park, on this particular day, was closed. We didn't want to go home because we paid a ferry fee and live in quite the expensive area where every penny counts, so we decided to stay and see where the road would take us. At first, it was to some secluded beach with a 'no trespassing' sign, and then to another beach (that directly connected us to the previous one, but hey...)

It was beautiful. It was hot. It was a UV rating of 9. We just happened to be without any sunscreen. However, in our defense, we were expecting to be under canapes of shade. Needless to say, the sun burned the poop out of us.

The four hours we spent in the sun gave me the most wicked sunburn, and now I am a lucky enough soul to have the entertainment of peeling skin. Yay.

Here's the thing; to a certain degree, I really do enjoy it. I don't know why, don't ask, but I really enjoy peeling the dead skin off of me. I think that part of it stems from the fact that about seven or eight years ago I was diagnosed with psoriasis. Since then, everything having to do with the epidermal layer of my body simply amazes me. I have, in this respect, become quite the little scientist.

So, when something like a sunburn happens, it's almost an experiment for me.

Hypothesis:

If I am severly sunburned, then my skin will peel and I will help it along its' way.

Conclusion:

True.

Visualize the Visualityness

Currently, I am feeling much more visual than verbal.

Ahem.

Oh, and this.

Hm. Le mew.

Phenominallyishy!

Sometimes I just have way too much going on in my head. Actually, that's a lie; I pretty much constantly have too many thoughts and ideas running around. It's not a bad thing, at least not all of the time. I just get carried away and excited. I feel like a little kid who just learned how to speak and starts spewing words so quickly that they all end up jumbling together and all you end up hearing is thiscompletelynonsensicalrandomyetfairlyentertainingpiecesofnothingnessesthatmeshtogetherandmakesensetothespeakerbutnottooanyoneelsearoundthemkind oflikethisrightnowyouknowwhatimean?

A lot of times I think it'd be in my best interest to get an interpreter, someone who speaks Dianian. The only problem is I would most likely have to pay them, and that doesn't fly with me. On urbandictionary.com (I live for this site and there's actually a book I should buy... one day, Diane... One day) there's an awesome definition for "Dianian" as shown HERE:

The special vocabulary used by ladies called Diana. Dianas are known to sometimes: -spontaneously create their own words that may not have existed previously -omit strange sounds with a signature meaning -attribute new meanings to words Dianian is simply put the language of Dianas. Once you get close to aDiana, you will easily adapt to the Dianian language. Diana: I feel so "rrraaaah"! X: What is that supposed to mean? Diana: You know, like annoyed, like "rrrraaaah". Duh. X: OK, you're speaking Dianian again.

Okay, I mean they say Diana's, but Diane is just a special and more fabulous version of the name Diana. In my opinion, Diane's are just better people. We are a rarer breed than them thar Diana's.

On that note, Fregeekerds. 'Nuff said.