Ramblings of a sort

Today was both sides of the coin. Wonderful and terrible, yes. It began with a team of men dragging a large chunk of wood through city streets. I assume we were quite the spectacle, though I'm a bit tainted on discerning these things at this point in my life. All went well, until the parade actually began. Our skit was well-rehearsed, my jestering spot on, and all club members performed admirably, with particular mention of Sebastian. Here is what caused him to be required to do so:

THE WHEELS BROKE

Not all at once. The parade began, and we pulled it, and I was a jester, and et cetera. Then, the back right wheel was suddenly gone. It cracked or something, we did not have time to assess the damage. We pushed/pulled harder, and soldiered forward. Then, the other back wheel followed suit. This was an emergency. Darren stood on the front wheels, of which there were 4, to provide the weight distribution, and I and others simply shoved from behind. And it was going well, until we noticed that burning smell.The group behind us yelled at us to stop, and Tussy's dress nearly caught aflame from the sparks. The metal wheel brackets were sparking, and the body of the cart was wood.

We officially had a problem.

Curses! Curse words abound. Exasperation and panic set in, but only momentarily. Alex and I looked at each other and shared an epiphany: we had many men, many men wearing armor, many men with arms, and shoulders, and bodies, and legs, and we could have locomotion, and we did. A team of 6, powered the cart up, sans king now assisting in lifting, and we man-powered it straight ahead and through the parade route. There were countless bruises, one mild cut, and a lot of moans and groans, a great number of them from yours truly.

The skit went excellently, I hit a man with a pumpkin pie. I may have found my true calling in life.

And we nearly won, as well. Best club or organization, but lost the overall to BME, a fraternity. Considering our comparatively small numbers and dwindling funds from a too small piggy bank used to construct the lot, that we placed is admirable. And hey, money is money.

MARRS has arrived.

I and a few friends, all club members also, played spontaneous meta dungeons and dragons. I don't know how to better describe it, honestly. In person it's better. A short meal was had with said friends. Erika tagged along both times, often laughing at my antics. She is evermore frustrating to me. She is quite attractive, but her personality's glamor has faded the more I've known her. She is truly a coward, and I shall not hold court to such behavior. It is maddening, since I am always honest, with the exception of lies of omission. Tussy invited me to a gathering at her residence and I went with Alex and Sebastian. I stayed on campus longer specifically so that I could go to it.

Victoria allures me, quite honestly. For a long time she was not available, and thusly, I did not consider her. But, despite everything I've heard and know firsthand of her past, she is still appealing, on many levels. She is an artist, and that is a big deal to me. I treat artists the way I imagine parishioners treat living saints, or would, if they could at least. A tricky analogy, that one. I have reverence for creativity. I consider art the purest form of this, next to music and writing, and feel great regret knowing I cannot create on canvas anything I can see in my mind's eye. But moving forward, she is quite stunning, physically. I think most people would consider her chubby, but I do not. Her face, particularly her eyes, are beautiful. Her hair is immaculately messy. Her skin and slender curves are not without their charm at all either. Her voice is light, and dulcimer, a quality I've heard attributed to my natural voice, the one almost no one is allowed to hear, but hers truly is. It's her warmth. It penetrates all she does. It's...like a fresh hot glass of apple cider on a brittle November morning. Warming.......throughout. The same way I feel when I'm really happy. She's soft, and sweet, and I think perhaps even spectacular. I considered acting today, but hold conflict. The many random tomes I consulted and books of chance each held similar responses, summarized quite colloquially as, go for it! But, I didn't. But....I think she knows I wanted to. I know she is conflicted over something, someone, too. I feel assured it is not me.





My room is unusually cold, tonight.