Hello

This is my first blog in an actual blog.

How bizarro.

I think less people will read it because it's not just sitting on facebook, but whatever.

The dedicated shall arise from the ashes, and set forth into motion their will to read!

and the unbelievers shall be struck down...

WEEEEELLL anyways back to life at the lodge.

My fingers hurt because I've started popping my knuckles again... it's pretty ludicrous to have arthritis at 18.That's pretty discouraging.

So I have finally established some sort of comfortableness with the DTS. I have spoken to them and they have spoken to me. Of course I've already talked to the more outgoings ones, it's just the ones who are always in little huddles that it's harder to break into conversation with.

Do you remember a post I had awhile ago about Narnia and sitting at the back of the property and watching the sunsets? Well a long time before that I had saved a helpless chair from the destructive tendencies of several nameless (Hermoine and Ilham) grounds workers while it was sitting waiting in a long line of brush and beautiful old hand-carved wardrobes (which apparently are old, ugly and gaudy and are being replaced by particle-board ikea ones at a rate of knots) to be incinerated in the fire behind the Ed. block. I set the poor chair out on the old watertower foundation, and voíla! My secret leetle Narnia-place was made a lot more comfortable. Many a book have I read in that chair.

Liam and I recently started making jokes about some people he met on a trip one time, saying things like: "Um, so like... like, lip gloss?" and we thought this was pretty funny so we expanded it from the other people to Washington people, who we dubbed the "fairtrade people" (I can do this because I am from Washington). These people definitely take a lot of pictures of lawn chairs that they turn black and white. These people's conversations would take on a more practical and do-you-know-what-I-mean sort of voice and they would say such things as "So, you know, like, I think that, like, the fact that it has, like, an African on the cover of this tea means it's like, you know, more tolerant and stuff?".

So the point of this was, very soon after the people arrived, we started noticing that there were a lot of pictures circulating of none other than....

My chair at the back of the property.

and many of them had been turned black and white.

Liam and I thought this was probably the funniest thing since sliced bread.

Now we're not insulting their intelligence, and we like them all a bunch and would hate to offend them. Basically I thought this was all just a funny exchange and wanted to share witchoo all.

Peace to you all