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Oct. 7th, 2005 01:36 pmI am happy for I have Firefly. ^_^ oh god I've totally gone fangirl within a week of seeing Serenity. But it's just so awesome! OMG! How cool is Kaylee? And, and, no, I'm not going to drip squee all over this entry at all. Ahem. Anyway, With some help (Okay, explicit instructions) from Stan, I got the scheduler on Shareaza running and hence was able to acquire all the Firefly episodes during my off-peak time. I'm halfway through watching them.
After spending a few hours in a dark room with said episodes on Thursday arvo, I headed off to Avi's birthday party. I got him "He Died With a nFelafel in his Hand" and a last-minute creative item. See, my mum randomly walked into my room on wednesday afternoon and handed my a small block of styrofoam. So, says I to myself (and stan over msn again, poor kid :P), what shall I do with a block of styrofoam? Shall I stick pins into it? I shall make something funky for Avi's birthday with it! What shall I make? I asked Stan. A voodoo doll, says he. But alas, I have not the skill of carving styrofoam into interesting and creative shapes. So, I drew a smiley face on it. Then I needed something for hair. So I ransacked the various drawers full of junk in my room and turned up the following items:
rubber bands
something that used to be a novelty lamp...
the stuff masha once made my hair pink with...
plastic handcuffs
a magnifying glass
a packet of leather strings
Bingo! Says I. Some of these strings (I don't know what they were supposed to be - bootlaces? but they shed too much...) were exactly the colour of his hair, so we were in business. At this point I discovered that you can't clue things to styrofoam. Or if you can, definitely not with a gluestick (I have since been informed that superglue makes it melt ^_^). So I found some tape and stuck it on like that. Then, to allay suspicion, on the back I wrote "This is not a voodoo doll".
Now, after all that effort (and my dad chipped in with a swiss army knife that wasn't actually swiss), what do you think I went and did with Avi'd birthday present? That's right, I went and left it on a bench at the bus stop. Aren't I talented? Luckily my parents were just on their way home from somewhere or other, so I called my dad's mobile as soon as I realised what I'd done and they delivered it shortly aterwards, inexplicably missing the knife (somebody stole it...?). The notvoodoo doll was immediately set upon by Avi's Gerric friends, who proceeded to thwap it with books and poke it, and were exceedingly disappointed when Avi failed to fall over.
( rest of the party cut for your flisty convenience )
After spending a few hours in a dark room with said episodes on Thursday arvo, I headed off to Avi's birthday party. I got him "He Died With a nFelafel in his Hand" and a last-minute creative item. See, my mum randomly walked into my room on wednesday afternoon and handed my a small block of styrofoam. So, says I to myself (and stan over msn again, poor kid :P), what shall I do with a block of styrofoam? Shall I stick pins into it? I shall make something funky for Avi's birthday with it! What shall I make? I asked Stan. A voodoo doll, says he. But alas, I have not the skill of carving styrofoam into interesting and creative shapes. So, I drew a smiley face on it. Then I needed something for hair. So I ransacked the various drawers full of junk in my room and turned up the following items:
rubber bands
something that used to be a novelty lamp...
the stuff masha once made my hair pink with...
plastic handcuffs
a magnifying glass
a packet of leather strings
Bingo! Says I. Some of these strings (I don't know what they were supposed to be - bootlaces? but they shed too much...) were exactly the colour of his hair, so we were in business. At this point I discovered that you can't clue things to styrofoam. Or if you can, definitely not with a gluestick (I have since been informed that superglue makes it melt ^_^). So I found some tape and stuck it on like that. Then, to allay suspicion, on the back I wrote "This is not a voodoo doll".
Now, after all that effort (and my dad chipped in with a swiss army knife that wasn't actually swiss), what do you think I went and did with Avi'd birthday present? That's right, I went and left it on a bench at the bus stop. Aren't I talented? Luckily my parents were just on their way home from somewhere or other, so I called my dad's mobile as soon as I realised what I'd done and they delivered it shortly aterwards, inexplicably missing the knife (somebody stole it...?). The notvoodoo doll was immediately set upon by Avi's Gerric friends, who proceeded to thwap it with books and poke it, and were exceedingly disappointed when Avi failed to fall over.
( rest of the party cut for your flisty convenience )