sailors throw the best parties (or: I'm not trying to gloat, I swear)

...the boat totally kicked my ass today. which, was fun. oh god, I'm just, so in love. everything about it... going downwind, laying out over the rail, holding the sail right by the sheet and really feeling it catch the wind... and then going upwind, hauling the jib in as close as I can, and letting it out just until we really fly, and ducking down and just... going...

and roll-tacking is teh shit, man. such a rush. despite the fact that I bashed something into the centerboard almost every time, and at one point just went flying across the boat and the resulting scrapey-bruisy-welt on my arm still hasn't gone away (and that was at the beginning of practice, so, 5:00ish).

...one more squeebrag. I admittedly kinda sucked with boat-handling at the beginning (though, my skipper says, my skill was always pretty top, on the other hand -- and "boat-handling you can teach; skill you can't"), and still had several snafus throughout the four races, but... we got second in the fourth race. it was a very satisfying end (I actually prefer getting second to getting first).

and we stayed out on the water as long as we possibly could, so didn't get back to campus until 7:20, meaning I had to eat dinner in cold, wet, stinky clothes. but it was worth it. and there was a hot fudge sundae bar, which made up for the fact that the corn chowder (which I had been so looking forward to) had run out -- I cheated and got vanilla softserve from the machine, then went over to the sundae bar and got hot fudge and toffee crumbles. *g*

oh, on another note, guess who wants to make a cameo in Straw Men - Boulevard -- in the press piranhas scene, for those of you upon whom I impose my WIP. come on... guess... starts with a V... and then another one... *faceplant* I just don't know anymore. this thing's taking off without me.

...and there was totally one more thing I wanted to say. but now I can't remember it.
some day, I'll also remember to give an account of my discovery of The Keep.

oh, and there's totally a slasher in my film noir class. the 'wait -- who'sgay?' incredibly enthralled whiplash totally gave it away. more on that later.

in which I bitch and am tired of tact

global warming. pollution. evil chemicals, CO2, CFCs, O3, energy conservation, oil consumption, deforestation... you know, I've been studying either side of most if not all of those issues for years.

( watch your heads, watch your step, keep your hands and litter inside the car at all times, and look out for rampant logic )

so please, don't talk to me about your 'green car' when you insist on driving it those two miles to the store. don't flaunt your 'reusable shopping bag' when you fill it with individually-wrapped convenience food (dirty little confession? at the checkout, I say 'plastic'. though, I do have my reasons). don't catch me by the shoulder and bitch about the CFCs in my can of OFF Deep Woods when you're heading to the state fair after this and I'm going to clean up after picnic parties at a state park. if you can make a difference, go for it. if you can't, shut the fuck up and stop making negative noise. we get enough of that already.

thank you.