It's over.  (High school, that is.)
I feel no regrets.
In fact, "frantic rejoicing" could be an applicable phrase.

Weekend was freakishly busy.

Events included:

• Seeing a friend of contemporary age get married.


• Almost had my first cigarette (allergies prevented this, but I've had a strange itch to try one lately).


• Had a drunken stalker at faire.


• Had a Viking entourage.


• Eaten authentic Viking entourage honey cake-stuff.


• Had a major snafu on the chessboard during our fight.


• Wordlessly convinced cast and audience that I had just sliced my hand open when I grabbed a "sharp" sword blade.


• As a result, felt really guilty when half the world came and asked about the aforementioned hand.


• Slapped a guy with actual intent (so I had no idea that "dragging across the stubble grain" even existed or was painful, but apparently it is).


• Been slapped back.


• Been paid for the first time in MONTHS.


• Learned that a former neighbour died (sad, but we haven't seen each other in a decade, so....)


• Realised several times that "God yes, it's time to leave home."  And not felt particularly bad/scared about that decision.



Major thanks, by the way, to all the cool kids who have come out to the Renaissance faire so far!  It's awesome seeing you guys in the lanes!!  :)

"Now, bring me that horizon...."

Major thanks, by the way, to all the cool kids who have come out to the Renaissance faire so far!  It's awesome seeing you guys in the lanes!!  :)

"Now, bring me that horizon...."