Kelly Sullivan
Social
Relationship Status
Single
Highschool
Riverdale High School
College
MTSU, until I transfer the heck out.
Interests
Renaissance faires, acting, dancing, drawing, writing, reading, poetry, stage combat, rapiers, archery, coffee and conversation, crème brûlée, France, travelling, Shakespeare, the supernatural, music, laughing, politics
Favorite Music
Classical and indie.
Honey, Are You Still Alive?
June 25 2005
Leland, you'll appreciate this.
So Finis walks up to me on the way to geography yesterday and starts elaborating on how we crazy emcees are going to be doing a Mr. and Mrs. Smith theme for the talent show here, complete with fight scenes, and that we're going to be playing the title roles.
Fun, no?
There's going to be a mass meeting to write the script.
I'm excited.
So yesterday we boarded a bus at about noon in order to go traipse through the home of William Falkner. Four hours and three turnarounds later, we're convinced we're going to die in the wilderness.
The house was nice. The grounds were lovely. The four-foot long poisonous snake was less than attractive, even at a distance. At which point I decide the gardens aren't lovely enough to get bitten over. Down the nature trail it is, then, complete with scoffing at the "don't go past the first bridge" warning! [Come on, I grew up crawling through underbrush without benefit of a trail. What can happen?] Hmmmm.... What's that old guy doing walking around in the wild untamed portion of the forest [which is actually a vast majority of the woods]? He looks lost. Except for the fact that he's staring intently at something red hanging limply from a tree. I'll get closer and try to see what it is! *A few steps later* Then again, mayyyyybe I won't. People die that way.
Boy, I miss that poisonous snake about as long as I am tall.... Time to go back! *JauntJauntJaunt*
Memphis mall was the best and longest part of that trip, aside from the drive, which definitely wins out on endurance. Helmut [our geography professor] ate dinner with us. He is one incredibly cool old guy. He prices Indian artefacts on the side, kind of like Indiana Jones! Except he's old, and not wreaking havoc upon the Nazi party. I have a studded belt now. For one-fifth the price of those at Hot Topic. It makes me happy. :) I've now been to five Hot Topics within the state of Tennessee. And a bunch of us tried on corsets at Charlotte Russe [which are really just interestingly cut, heavily embroidered polyester shirts with a few cable ties set at flattering angles, but hey, they were still pretty]. There is photographic evidence. I wound up locked out of the changing room, though. That got interesting. Especially when trying to find an associate. Oh well. Makes for a story.
Anyway....
It's the weekend. Oh joy, oh rapture. Well, it would be joy and rapture if I didn't have to be memorising the location of about fifty European geographical sites.
Oh dear. Creepy Over-the-Monitor Guy is back. After staring in the door and deciding whether he wants to come in. *Waves uncertainly* His demise has not yet come about. As is, granted, evident from the fact that he's here, alive and well. I could plot it, form it, perfect it until victory is certain, and he's still be oblivious.
....I like doing this a little too much.
[Ciao.]
::EDIT:: Oh. My God. Over-the-Monitor guy has a friend. I believe they're speaking in French. O_O *Doink* ::END EDIT::
So Finis walks up to me on the way to geography yesterday and starts elaborating on how we crazy emcees are going to be doing a Mr. and Mrs. Smith theme for the talent show here, complete with fight scenes, and that we're going to be playing the title roles.
Fun, no?
There's going to be a mass meeting to write the script.
I'm excited.
So yesterday we boarded a bus at about noon in order to go traipse through the home of William Falkner. Four hours and three turnarounds later, we're convinced we're going to die in the wilderness.
The house was nice. The grounds were lovely. The four-foot long poisonous snake was less than attractive, even at a distance. At which point I decide the gardens aren't lovely enough to get bitten over. Down the nature trail it is, then, complete with scoffing at the "don't go past the first bridge" warning! [Come on, I grew up crawling through underbrush without benefit of a trail. What can happen?] Hmmmm.... What's that old guy doing walking around in the wild untamed portion of the forest [which is actually a vast majority of the woods]? He looks lost. Except for the fact that he's staring intently at something red hanging limply from a tree. I'll get closer and try to see what it is! *A few steps later* Then again, mayyyyybe I won't. People die that way.
Boy, I miss that poisonous snake about as long as I am tall.... Time to go back! *JauntJauntJaunt*
Memphis mall was the best and longest part of that trip, aside from the drive, which definitely wins out on endurance. Helmut [our geography professor] ate dinner with us. He is one incredibly cool old guy. He prices Indian artefacts on the side, kind of like Indiana Jones! Except he's old, and not wreaking havoc upon the Nazi party. I have a studded belt now. For one-fifth the price of those at Hot Topic. It makes me happy. :) I've now been to five Hot Topics within the state of Tennessee. And a bunch of us tried on corsets at Charlotte Russe [which are really just interestingly cut, heavily embroidered polyester shirts with a few cable ties set at flattering angles, but hey, they were still pretty]. There is photographic evidence. I wound up locked out of the changing room, though. That got interesting. Especially when trying to find an associate. Oh well. Makes for a story.
Anyway....
It's the weekend. Oh joy, oh rapture. Well, it would be joy and rapture if I didn't have to be memorising the location of about fifty European geographical sites.
Oh dear. Creepy Over-the-Monitor Guy is back. After staring in the door and deciding whether he wants to come in. *Waves uncertainly* His demise has not yet come about. As is, granted, evident from the fact that he's here, alive and well. I could plot it, form it, perfect it until victory is certain, and he's still be oblivious.
....I like doing this a little too much.
[Ciao.]
::EDIT:: Oh. My God. Over-the-Monitor guy has a friend. I believe they're speaking in French. O_O *Doink* ::END EDIT::
