tabular_rasa | My Long and Random Day (Reply)

Something downstairs in my house smells like Japan.

The neighbors had a bunch of teenagers up today. A lot of interchangeable blondes. That's sort of mean to say, but honest-to-God, I couldn't tell any of them apart. I think they're all staying the night or something, too.

Sailing pissed me off. I was in first, with a huge lead, for the whole race, until I got backwinded for two minutes and lost two places. F*cking pissed me off. THEN in the second race, everyone was so confused and it was so screwed up. They did the course backwards, and apparently (I didn't find out until AFTER the race) they ignored the usual B fleet marker. I used the marker. One lady went around the whole course backwards, so at least I'm not the only one (probably) disqualified. I got first, otherwise.

God does not want me to beat that one kid. Every time I try to pull ahead of him, the boat tips over or I get backwinded. He's so nice, so it's not like I can be spiteful (he like comes up to me after the race and is all like, "What happened?" so concerned and I'm like grrrr . . . *laughs off*).

I need to fix this competitive thing, lol.

Maybe women are SUPPOSED to let guys win, and since I'm not, God's making it happen for me?

That seems like a load of crap, lol . . .

So, anyway, I got hugely sunburned. Mom did my back and I did my arms, but we didn't meet in the middle and so there are little red stripes (like armbands) on both of my arms, bright red. There's also red all over one of my knees (only one). Also, little crescent moons where my swimsuit rode up on my legs and I didn't get suntan lotion under. It's amazing the amount SPF 8 can do; I got really tan-- and really burned. It feels hot on my arms-- is it hot because I'm healing? I think it is.

Okay, most random thing ever: THERE WAS A BAPTISM AT OUR LAKE. At the landing-- you know, the place where people come to put their boats in? Yeah . . . a large congregation of Latinos-- they did the ceremony in Spanish, and sang the Spanish versions of hymns-- stood in the water at the landing, and a priest was waist deep and the people put on white robes and waded in to be blessed. It was like "O Brother, Where Art Thou?" (and later Christian brought up his iPod and had the music from that, and we were listening to the baptism one, and Mom was like, "Oh, we so should have blasted this out there while they were doing that!"). Dad comes in and tells us, and my sister runs out on the end of the pier, shaking it and making a lot of noise, and yelling, "They really ARE having a baptism!" and they all looked at her. So we sat in the boat and watched for a while. Then it started to rain. We were like, "God must be speeding up the process" and my sister was like, "Either that, or He doesn't want them." We decided that if He didn't want them, lightning would strike the lake. It didn't. Still, a lot of boats were trying to get in, because of the rain, and the congregation was blocking the way out. It was rather funny to watch.

Then some of our friends came up for the fireworks. Too bad it stormed-- we couldn't do much. We listened to a lot of music on their iPod-- "O Brother, Where Art Thou?" and "The Passion" and a LOT of swing music (woohoo, and Frankie!). The boy danced around with the inflatable monkey our neighbors gave my brother from their boat (boat parade decorations; they were all monkeys . . . "Shake that monkey!"lol . . . ), jitterbugging with it, and I put on the hoopskirt for a while, of course.

We took a boat ride and had to speed back because it started storming while we were out there.

Dinner was good . . . hamburgers, though mine was a little undercooked and I didn't finish it. Potato salad, cole slaw, cookies (not the carbonized ones ,y sister made earlier-- like my rice), and pickles. We talked about the KKK (so much "O Brother, Where Art Thou?" related stuff today, lol!) for some reason, and my parents mentioned the house with the Confederate flag next to the place where we buy all the cheap candy, and Dad even suggested that he suspected the owner was in it somehow. I was like, "NO!!! Not him! Not the friendly man I buy cheap candy from!" It scares me that there could be a KKK so close around here. It's like I know there is, but it's not people I know. No one actually would. It's just some evil thing that shows up and no good human would actually do. Yet they do-- and that's the point, the KKK, in its day, especially, had like all the influential members of society in it and no one even really knew who was and wasn't (SO like the Death Eaters, lol . . . ). You know, though (and this is going to sound positively RETARDED), roleplaying Regulus in that one community has given me a big insight into the minds of elitists-- because my character of Regulus is very political and likes to rant on his views, and I have to make them sound plausible. The great thing is, though, the more I come up with the more it becomes easier to shoot down. Understand the mindset and target its every point. Know your enemy.

Like my stupid vision I get of myself being the great justice, encountering some act of terrorism (like a KKK lynching) and stepping in and giving some grand speech, taking advantage of my completely WASP-ness to prove that if I think it's wrong and I'm not even oppressed by it, it must be wrong. Yeah . . . fantasy. Says something about my conscience, though, doesn't it? Though I do believe people are entitled to their opinions (ie, rally=fine; lynching=not)-- like the line I came up with for this encounter was someting about how Freedom of Speech (Expression) and Freedom from Fear (not to mention, of course, Freedom of Religion/Belief/etc . . . ) are equal (and everyone respects Roosevelt, probably me least of anyone and I don't even have a huge problem with him), and so one cannot be denied for the exercise of the other.

They cancelled the fireworks display, of course. Oh well . . . we got to watch Nature's Fireworks, lol . . .