then it rained

Monday shall be labelled as "Adventure Day", because it pretty much was. Tim drove up in his beastly SUV and honked until I got out the door (and then some), and we all (all, consisting of Sam, Tim, Gene, Steve, and myself) drove off in the direction we were aware Calder's dairy farm was at.

Granted, none of us knew exactly, until Steve and I saw Exerter road and then we were navigational gurus. Or something. It must've been the recall of awesome ice cream.

And awesome ice cream was indeed acquired. You really have no idea. Calder's chocolate milk is pretty much pure chocolate cocaine, and the ice cream can cause joyful seizures, which, though they are joyful, have the potential of spilling said ice cream and resulting in sad times. I wish that they were nationwide so everyone could experience their amazingness.

So, ice cream was acquired, and we ate it as we traversed the farm a bit. Sam was afraid of the chickens and geese. Granted, the roosters were being assholes, but still. All she had to do was stand behind Gene and Tim and let them die if danger arose.

In any case, there's a big pond across from the barn, and all the ducks and geese chill there. ( Ducks and geese )

Steve and Tim fed them, and Sam went far away. Geese hissed at Gene, because he is Gene, and he just stood there.

There was also a ( big ugly emu )

Once our farm excitement waned, we left and yelled at each other "WHAT NEXT WHAT NEXT?" until we somehow agreed to go to Oakwoods Metropark. The toller let us go through, either because she knew me or she knew Sam. Either way, off we went. Browsed the nature center and all its cute little turtles, then asked if there were canoe rentals. Of course not.

We hiked through the nature trails for an hour or so, and chilled out at a spot by the river. ( Which was nice )

And once we had gotten back to the car, there was a ticket on Tim's car for four dollars. Harr. He says he will pay it back in quarters.

Got dropped off home, ate some steak and macaroni and cheese, which is now the ultimate meal okay. Then got whined into being picked up again, and off we went to the marshes, because Steve wanted to see the sun set there.

( And it was very pretty, to be sure )

Which leads into yesterday, spending the day drawing Chemin, mildly succeeding, and waking up to rain this morning.

And all througout, I can honestly say I've demanded an answer as to why science has not created unicorns yet to four or five people. Because seriously. We can clone sheep. Where the fuck are my unicorns.

the complain post

Not a week can go by without another bout of sickness, apparently. Perhaps it's a physical expulsion of all the rotten feelings I compile throughout my days. Well, whatever it is, it's bloody annoying and also ever-so-conveniently timed to times when the bathroom is virtually inaccessible.

All the motivation I had to compiling an idea into drawing is gone. Which is infuriating by itself, seeing as drawing is to me what oxygen is to every other human being.

I'll just imagine the discomfort and constant joint pain is a manifestation of all the things I do wrong, and try to be better. Just bear with me. I'm still human...ish.

Boy I sure do hope that those damn Spiderman 3 trailers stop real soon, because I am already sick of them. Maybe that's the culprit. Curse you, emo Spidey, curse you.

Maybe I just need routine again. Work or school or something. I get all unhinged without some sort of structure how sad.