Yes, it is true. The rumors are now being confirmed by me  - I dressed as cupid for Valentines day.

It was FANTASTIC. Cold as all freakin' hell, but awesome none-the-less.
The whole thing started with me being all sad and depressed because I am now newly single again and that sucked. Therefore I was going to dress in solid black in mourning on V-day. However, I was talking to a very dear friend of mine who thought that was a bad idea and was trying to think of something else. "How about...YOU DRESS AS CUPID!"
"That's....crazy enough...it just might work!" Said I.
So we went all over Corvallis seeking a cupid costume and turned up with zilch. However, our last stop was across from Joann Fabrics. My friend, being the fantastic seamstress that she is, thought to stop in there and buy the fabrics and she would sew me a cupid outfit. So there I am, dressed in an ancient Greek tunic/dress thing, with a very soft and plush piece of red fabric, Goodwill shoes (real leather and very stylish), heart shaped glasses, and wings. In the basket was 5 pounds of candy bought at WinCo and all I did was hand it out to pretty girls, and whoever wanted some, all day. I had multitude of pictures taken of me, lots of smiles, a few "NOT ALRIGHT!", and one guy who actually made me stand in front of his laptop which was video conferencing with...well...who knows ^_^. I actually ran out of candy and had to run back to WinCo and buy three more pounds! And yes, I did it in my costume. It was awesome.

Keep in mind that in Oregon the weather was going nuts. It started out overcast and 30 degrees, then it got a bit sunny, then it started raining, then it down poured, snowed, got sunny, overcast, then night. It was CRAZY. Also considering that I was wearing practically nothing, and under that tunic? Well...don't ask.

Overall, I'd give the day two thumbs up. However, because I neglected to do any work that day, I've been catching up ever since, and haven't been able to write about it. Which is why this is so very late.

~CUPID~

So recently I found an old hair care product of mine, that I purchased a while back. It combined hair gel and hair dye, so that when you gelled your hair it would dye it whatever color you bought. Then it would wash out with warm water. Cool huh? I thought so.

Well, I tried to spike my hair with it the other day. Then I remembered why it was hidden. For not only does it dye your hair but your scalp as well. So, I spend almost as much time as a middle school girl on my hair; trying to wipe up the blue on my forehead and scalp but not wash out the gel in my hair. Meanwhile, the dye is getting everywhere. So basically, it looked like I killed a member of the blue man group and rubbed his blood in my hair.

So I fix it up as nice as I can. *Whew* That's over. I sit at my computer waiting for the Super Bowl kickoff. I then get an itch and scratch my head and my fingernails come back blue. SON OF A...

Screw it, I'm just going to use regular gel and wash this blue crap out. I go to my tub and proceed to form what looks like Smurf road-kill on the bottom. Then spend the next couple of minutes trying to get the bits of blue that are hiding in the asperous bottom of the tub. I felt like I was cleaning up a crime scene.

The rest of the day was normal. And by normal I mean 14 drunk guys were watching the Super Bowl on a high definition projector cursing loudly. It was awesome.

~6 (paths to walk down)

I thought I would make it clear to everyone that I am in love with Google. If Google was a woman I would make sweet, sweet love to her. Even if it was a guy, I’d consider it. But for sake of argument, and confirmation of my sexuality, let’s assume Google is a girl. She could find everything I need, convert on the spot, and define everything for me from at least three sources. She’s perfectly okay with me personalizing her to my every need. She’s a very thrifty shopper and always finds the best deal. She can translate every language for me, help me to get where I’m going, and introduce me to all her friends who I can relate to!

I think we’d have beautiful babies. They’d have Googly eyes, be curious about everything, and if they ever got out of hand I’d just unplug them. I’D PLUG THEM BACK IN LATER! (Sickos)

The only problem is that everyone wants to use her. And she’s happy about it. She likes it when complete strangers press her buttons and make her engine run. They don’t know her like I do though. I use all of her utilities to their full extent.

I feel lucky with her around. She’s the world to me and shows me things I thought I’d never see. She maps out my future (and the road) helping me find the resources I need to succeed. She truly cares.

Yep, I think I’m in love.

\,,/ ^6^ \,,/

For those of you that might think this is a good idea, let me extinguish this thought before it even begins.

Alcohol is, as you know, the liquid form of courage. It must be able to embolden everything you do, correct? Wrong.

Much like eating before going into a pool rule, you MUST wait until you're slightly sober before commencing in hard physical activity. Such as basketball, running, or something of the like. And ESPECIALLY if you've had way more than your little, light-weight body, can handle.

Outcome: Throwing up in the most awkward way imaginable.

This Public Service Announcement made possible by experience. Take care of yourselves and drink responsibly.

~SIB(LING)~

I do believe, with an extreme amount of certainty, that someone, with a hammer, snuck into my apartment, and viciously beat me about the temples with it.

For those of you playing the home game. Drink beer, then water, then beer, then water, then beer. This is how things should be done. However, if you feel like you're missing out on the experience of it, then go out into the garage, put your head in a vice, squeeze it realllly tight, and walk around with it for a couple of hours on your head.

My god Seven, what have you unleashed. Why does the Blog beckon me? Why do I keep wanting to write!!

AIIIIIEEEEE!!!

~666~

errr....I mean

~6IB~