I Smell Like Burnt Marshmallows.
I slept in til nine thirty today after I went to bed...
Anyways, I was just outside with my mom a while ago doing some brush burning. We gather a bunch of dead wood and brush, pile it up, wet the area around it so nothing catches fire but what we put there, bunched up some newspapers, and then set them alight. I got to strike the match and do it. My mom did get the license neccessary to burn the wood, so it was okay. We threw tons and tons of wood on the fire, and the heat, smoke, and ash were a bit agitating. Some of the wood produced a sort of murky yellow smoke... I was out there for probably a half hour or so, then I went in since the smoke was getting in my eyes and irritating my throat. Not good when you have a cold. But it was fun talking to my mom and throwing all that dead wood on the fire- I was careful, of course. And all my clothes smelled like smoke, after, so I had to take a shower, lest I stink like a burnt marshmallow.
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Oh wow, I just realized how much I miss great shows like Tiny Toon Adventures and Animaniacs, and Pinky and the Brain... At least they had a second run on Nickelodeon after airing on Kid's WB and then Nicktoons, and were released to DVD... Man, I wish shows like The Angry Beavers or KABLAM! were released to DVD... *sigh*
Oh. Dear Elder God. I just got a PM right now and I'm in quite a predicament now... I don't want to reject it because being "mean" in any conceivable way would likely get me some trouble, but on the other hand (my own, not the ones I keep in jars) I don't want to accept it because it's an ambiguous proposal, I don't know what it will entail, I'm not familiar with the person, and the idea doesn't sit well with me in some aspects. Nuts.
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