Post-Alchemy exhaustion
Oct. 3rd, 2011 10:36 pmThis post is nowhere near thorough or complete. Tl;dr: I had a good time.
Alive.
Home.
Had a good time.
Learned some things about myself, settled down some bad behaviours, practised some good ones.
Did not do any drugs, although I was offered a damn lot of them.
Did not drink in any serious way, but did have I think four sips of various things from friends.
Was bold. Tentatively working out for me. Now need to work on immediacy.
Fuck your shitty soundcamp with its shitty bass1. Fuck it in the ear.
Got some ideas for next year. Almost certainly going to implement at least the handwash station one, if nothing else.
It was cold enough that I simply let myself become the filthiest hippie rather than brave the omgtoofuckingcold showers. I have fixed this problem.
On a related note, I am so so so happy my boyfriend is a space heater.
Weird dreams.
The girl from Euphoria who was made entirely of hot was there.
Things there look good. Again, immediacy. And possibly she needs to not have a cross-country boyfriend she only gets to see at burns if I'm gonna get to spend time with her.
Lack of planning on your part does not constitute an emergency on my part.
Stargazing from the top of the effigy ++
FOOD. OHMYGOD THE FOOD.
Seriously, working on a post in my head about the differences between girl scout camp and burns. Burns: More naked people, much better food. Girl scout camp: Less sunburn, more singing. Both: Leave no trace is basically the same as better than you found it, right?
I learned how to make the best origami gifts ever, six days before the burn. This was well-done on my part.
Not burn related, but I visited Moniquill last week, and it was fabulous.
Semi-related, I don't know the difference between AM and PM.
And in burn news that I refuse to explain, I have 8000 words to write by next Monday. Who wants to read what sort of thing?
~Sor
MOOP!
ETA 2010 10 04 1916: Sparr has complained about my word choice here. I apologize. The bass was not shitty. It was very well done bass. Nothing rattled, or buzzed.
It was also WAY TOO GODDAMN LOUD
Alive.
Home.
Had a good time.
Learned some things about myself, settled down some bad behaviours, practised some good ones.
Did not do any drugs, although I was offered a damn lot of them.
Did not drink in any serious way, but did have I think four sips of various things from friends.
Was bold. Tentatively working out for me. Now need to work on immediacy.
Fuck your shitty soundcamp with its shitty bass1. Fuck it in the ear.
Got some ideas for next year. Almost certainly going to implement at least the handwash station one, if nothing else.
It was cold enough that I simply let myself become the filthiest hippie rather than brave the omgtoofuckingcold showers. I have fixed this problem.
On a related note, I am so so so happy my boyfriend is a space heater.
Weird dreams.
The girl from Euphoria who was made entirely of hot was there.
Things there look good. Again, immediacy. And possibly she needs to not have a cross-country boyfriend she only gets to see at burns if I'm gonna get to spend time with her.
Lack of planning on your part does not constitute an emergency on my part.
Stargazing from the top of the effigy ++
FOOD. OHMYGOD THE FOOD.
Seriously, working on a post in my head about the differences between girl scout camp and burns. Burns: More naked people, much better food. Girl scout camp: Less sunburn, more singing. Both: Leave no trace is basically the same as better than you found it, right?
I learned how to make the best origami gifts ever, six days before the burn. This was well-done on my part.
Not burn related, but I visited Moniquill last week, and it was fabulous.
Semi-related, I don't know the difference between AM and PM.
And in burn news that I refuse to explain, I have 8000 words to write by next Monday. Who wants to read what sort of thing?
~Sor
MOOP!
ETA 2010 10 04 1916: Sparr has complained about my word choice here. I apologize. The bass was not shitty. It was very well done bass. Nothing rattled, or buzzed.
It was also WAY TOO GODDAMN LOUD