I've decided I want to regress to my childhood and play it again for the hell of it. So I posted a note about it on Facebook, and I've already got three or four other girls my age wanting to play it as well. If we get more girls (or guys, whatever) together we can group into teams and it will be EPIC. Hahaha. We are ridiculous and I wouldn't have it any other way.

I have images of going to the park and turning it into the Magical World of Collingwood, dressing up like fairies or something, covering ourselves with glitter and running around like idiots. That would be awesome, though it will probably be far less elaborate than that. Or not. We'll see.

Other than fantasy games, I am glad that the weekend is here. I managed to crank out almost 800 words about the university's time capsule, which is about to be opened this month. Not thinking I would be able to do it, I did a whole lot more research than I needed to, so now I have enough leftover information to write a feature a couple of weeks from now. I am not complaining -- that will be an easy week with not much research to do.

Also went to the park yesterday and there are lots of little millipedes. They used to really bother me, but not so much now that I know how terrifying centipedes are. I kind of think they're neat now...emphasis on "kind of." I saw a couple that looked a lot like this guy and I liked them a lot better than the ones that look like earthworms with legs.

It kind of seems that I have a...well, not a stalker. A minion? A lackey? A fangirl? Something like that. I met her last night and she seemed very enthusiastic about me, and she said she had found me on Facebook and was looking forward to finally meeting me. Haha. And now I kind of think maybe she's trying to be like me or something, because she was going on and on about how cool the 1920s are. Eh. I am flattered, but I would prefer if she didn't try to impress me or whatever she is trying to accomplish.

Then again, I might just be self-centered on this one. Whatever.

I'm going to read now and/or maybe take another after-dark stroll with all the herons, geese and millipedes.

~Cindy

A bit of background information: C4, the venue that has housed the shows since they came to Ada, just switched to new management. The new guys have decided that every Saturday will be "country Saturdays," so drag shows are no more at that venue. This was the last one, and they have already made their scheduling announcements.

So anyway, at one point Jonnathon and I were watching one of the queens perform, and we noticed that the club suddenly looked suspiciously fuller. We looked over at the entrance and saw these four guys. They were dressed head to toe in camo, flannel and cowboy/work boots, and they had THE MOST CONFUSED AND FRIGHTENED look on their faces. Apparently they came in looking to two-step and instead got an eyeful of drag queens. HAHAHAHAHA. I looked over again and they were already gone. It seriously made my night.

Even besides that, it was a very good show. They put a performer from Wichita on the bill and apparently she brought in a bunch of other people from up there. One was an extremely hot drag king...oh my God, I so would have, but I think he/she had a girlfriend. Don't get me wrong, I'm reasonably straight, but, uh...yeah. I've decided I like guys, guys dressed as girls and girls dressed as guys. Does that make me pansexual or just a tranny chaser?

Ahhh. What else? Jonnathon and I had some Repo singalongs on the way back. I had a flask full of menthol schnapps, which basically tastes like liquid Altoids. Mmm.

( Me and my beloved flask. )
Today was good. I spent far too much money, but that's OK, I guess. I'm going to go read or something.

~Cindy

Part of it is definitely Halloweentime doing it. The sudden focus on things that I enjoy year round (horror stories, cute spooky things, weird clothing/makeup/accessories, parties, all that candy...) just plain excites me. I feel like I'm at my truest, best self this time of year.

Sadly, as far as temperature goes, Oklahoma generally has two seasons -- hot and cold -- with two-week transitional periods in between that elsewhere might be known as fall and spring. That doesn't change the fact that I can literally feel the season coming and it's my favorite part of the year.

Incidentally, I absolutely loathe winter. The hardest part about autumn is trying not to think about winter lurching towards me menacingly.

OK, so that was an incredibly lame answer. I'm sorry, LJ, I've failed you! Kinda.

I just wanted to say that much, mostly the part about loving the perfume so much. Ha! There's gotta be something physically addictive in them. Yeeeah. Off I go.

~Cindy