Of Goats, Black Raspberry Ice Cream, and Cayenne Chips

Ok, when I put that blue tortilla chip in my mouth, I didn't know it was coated in cayenne powder. I gagged, spat down my shirt, and tossed the chip out the window. Then I spent the next ten minutes coughing, itching my tongue, and spitting discreetly into the fold of cloth around one of the many pockets on my (men's) shorts.  Good LORD that was DISGUSTING. Guess I just can't take spicy ... *sigh* how am I going to travel the world if I can't handle cayanne chips?
Soon after that my trip stopped for ice cream, which was WONDERFUL, because black-raspberry (very rare outside of Maine, let me tell ya ...) ice cream was just what I needed to stop the hacking and spitting.
Also, little Nubian goats are the CUTEST thing EVER!

In other news, I must finish a story for my Jane Austen class, which is due TOMORROW and I've never been this unprepared in my LIFE! *freaks* I'm going to finish that Doctor/Master snipit I thought up this morning, and then work on my Regency story ...

That-Guy ... + some other stuff

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Earlier today I thought goats were going to be the high point of the day, but no, it got better!
I've mentioned before that That-Guy and I carpool with some other people from time to time, and today, when I was getting out, I turned back to grab my bag, and he SMILED at me.
At least, I think he did. He didn't meet my eyes, but I thanked the driver and That-Guy said "See ya" like he usually does, but I SWEAR there was a smile!

Anyhoodle, you know how it's been hot where I am? Well, someone set up a slip-n'-slide this afternoon, and we got out early, and a few people (mostly guys) used it. It wasn't a very good one, only like twenty-or-so feet of clear plastic stuck to the ground with large (formidable-looking) wooden stakes, but it was fun to watch.
Weird thing is, though, that as soon as I came outside adn sat down, That-Guy (who hadn't slid down yet) launched himself down the slip-n'-slide. He didn't do it again, but it made me really wonder. I mean, am I reading too much into that, or is it one of those testosteroney-things guys do to 'impress' girls? (It's not like he needs to impress me any more than his knock-out looks already have, really ... ) I'm hoping against hope that someday I'll glance over at his sketchbook (which I do a lot, because he's an AMAZING artist) and see that he's drawing ME. Is that silly of me?
ARGH, I don't understand straight men! My father is no help in this department! *headdesk*

The student who'd been on an exchange program for the past six months returned yesterday. Today, That-Guy and I were sitting on the same side of the picnic table, but he was at the far end of the bench and I was at the other far end. The exchange student sat down between us and said "So, are you two together yet?" I laughed and said "Welcome back, ____" but I wonder if he'd noticed something, or was just being his usual joking self.

Also, today I rubbed my fingers on a blue pastel, then under my eyebrows. I think I look like a raccoon (but was happy), but as aimisan wasn't there today *worries* I dunno for sure. I also drew the Heroes helix on my legs twice, and the sign of the Hallows twice as well, to draw away from the fact that my legs are as pale as a vampire's after the winter.

Sherlock Holmes kept me up past my 'bedtime' last night. That stuff is still funny, 100+ years later. Then I damned Sir Arthur Conan Doyle when I noticed the time. (TRUFAX!)
A friend is gonna give me one of his extra copies of the Complete Adventures (or whatever the technical term for all the Holmes escapades is) YAHOO!
Yes, I AM gonna read Agatha Christie as WELL this summer, but the library had a rather anemic collection so I held off.

Oh, yeah, I'm supposed to be finishing that Jane-Austen-era story that's DUE TOMORROW. FRACK! *dashes off*

What is WRONG with me?! *whimpers*

I don't know if it's the humidity, the stress/exhaustion of ending the school year, how ridiculously sleepy I've been of late, or WHAT, but I keep pissing people off. First a lovely person on deviantart (who forgave me because I kept tripping over my shoes to apologize to her) then aimisan my gorram BEST FRIEND, then the lovely versaphile, who writes FANTASTIC Doctor/Master fics and has been carrying on this wonderful (and addicting) series about The-Year-That-Never-Was for the past several months.
I dunno what's up with me, but I'm going to keep my mouth shut for the next few days and be VERY careful about what I say in reply to your comments. I plan on reading over what I type at least three times before hitting 'post comment.'
I don't think I'll be posting any fics/entires anytime soon, except for the DW 'What aunt_zelda Thinks' on Sunday. I might post a fic to apologize to the world at large, because I'm usually a nice person, I think, and now I feel HORRIBLE. I don't want to accidentally offend any of you, because you're nice and listen to my babblings and ravings and rants and cheer me up and comfort me, and now I'm going to do you all a favor and (sort-of) go away for a while.

I am sorry to anyone I've offended in the past week-or-so. I truely did not mean it.