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A Horrible Day Filled with Endless Woe

Posted on 2006.01.08 at 13:11
Current Mood: crushedcrushed
Well, one's life can't be all hearts and roses, now can it? Today was an excellent example of this fact. I had planned to go out with some comrades, to engage in acts of camaraderie, when I happened to glance at the sky. It was full of dark rain clouds, which is not lucrative to spending the day going hiking. Nevertheless, I, confident fool that I am, decided to continue with my plans. Usually when I go hiking, I get very hot and sweaty with all the exercise. I have merely average endurance, you see. So, this time I decided to nix my large, heavy raincoat for a smallish sweatshirt. I had not organized this hiking event myself, but I greatly approved of it. Besides, contained within the group of friends whom I was accompanying was a girl by the name of Heather whom I had taken a fancy to. A little rain wasn't going to get in the way of my Plans, nosiree. With high expectations and a large grin on my fae, I embarked gaily towards disaster.

So far, so good; we had gotten about halfway up the mountain (or, 'hill', if you want to get technical) with no rain at all. I was pleased with my choice of attire, because I was not over-heating, and I did not have to lug around a large jacket. The day was merely brisk. Plus, I was having an inspired conversation with Heather about the advantages of doing good deeds. I told her about my incident with the small girl on the ice, and how I was able to rescue her. Heather smiled and nodded, and then I explained to her, "I've been skating for a ...pretty long time, and so I was able to do it quite easily." I laughed a little and said, "I don't like to brag, but I would have been able to do that in my sleep!" Heather nodded slowly and said, "Uh huh," but she didn't look too enthusiastic. I frowned a bit and said, "So, what have you done recently?" She stared at me and said, "Oh, little things like doing chores for my little sister just because I felt like giving her a hand." "Oh," I replied knowingly, "That makes you feel good, too. But, that way no one knows that you've done it. It feels much better when people can appreciate you." She turned her head to look at me cross eyed and remarked, "Is that all good deeds are to you? Just a chance to show off?" I was quite taken aback. "Show off? I never said that!" But it appeared Heather was no longer interested in talking to me. I was quite in a poor mood. What an idiot! Here I am, trying to become more friendly with Heather, and I end up talking about myself and my wonderful skating skills. Bah! Someone just smack me now. That's when it began to rain.

The group turned around to go back home, but of course we were halfway anyway, and I wasn't wearing anything protective or rain-resistant. I ended up becoming thoroughly soaked, and the trail became quite muddy going back. In fact, I slipped on one of the steeper parts and ended up becoming coated with mud all down my backside. One wit had the audacity to crack, "Well, we always wondered why your name was Zane Mudd. Now, it's all becoming clear!" I continued down the hill without comment, utterly miserable. When I got to the bottom with the rest of them, I leaned against a car and closed my eyes, wishing I was anywhere but here. Unfortunately, my action caused the car alarm to go off (sensitive car!). I quickly jerked up, to find Heather running over with a frown on her face. "Zane, what did you do to my car?" she asked, looking at me incredulously. I stuttered, "Well, um, I--" then I turned to see the imprint of my muddy jeans upon the door, leaving a silhouette of the back of my legs. Great, I thought. "I'm awfully sorry," I said to Heather. "I wasn't thinking." She sighed. "Well, at least the rain will wash it off, eh?" she muttered more to herself than to me. I walked away in a foul mood indeed. When I got home, I peeled off my wet clothes and dashed over to the bathroom to take a shower when I found that it was already occupied. Curses! I'm cold! I wrapped my freezing body in a large towel before curling up in my room in a state of woe. Oh, woe is me.

gone crazy

A fantabulous day

Posted on 2006.01.07 at 14:03
My current plans to get a fantabulous haircut were skewwed today, by when a fortune of goodluck fell upon me, Zane. While at the barber shop, I had just finished having my hair cut, when just as I was about to pay, a man stood up and proclaimed "What ho!!! The hero of Zane day can not be paying meager haircutting bills!"
it turned out to be Joss Whedon, he politely payed for my haircut, and we of course got to discussing Firefly, after a few minutes of talk, Joss said to me as if I were an old friend "Zane my old friend, you are the inspiration I needed to re-start Firefly, I'll call up Adam Baldwin and the others right now, and together we can get to planning the new series, it shall be a little difficult to continue with the untimely death of Alan Tudyk's character, but I'm sure with you Zane, we can manage" \

Regardless to say, It was a wonderful time, now I return home and await any calls Joss might perhaps make to me, it seems as if my life can not get any greater than right now!.

Oh, and my mother also said to me (amoung other great things) how proud of me she was.

gone crazy
Posted on 2006.01.06 at 20:19
Current Mood: exhaustedexhausted
Another day in the life of Zane Mudd began in art class at eleven this morning. I arrived there this morning with the intention of gleaning some kind of idea for my new hair cut from my peers. When I arrived, however, the teacher handed me a piece of paper, so I decided to demonstrate my considerable skill in art. I leant over my paper, paintbrush poised delicately in my hand, and with what seemed like only a few swishes, an entire new jungle landscape glistened up at me. My art teacher stared critically over my shoulder, before nearly swooning with delight. "Zane!" she cried, "I have never seen an artist as skilled as you!" She then proceded to ask me whether I would help paint the sets for a play her theater company was putting on. I readily agreed.

It's amazing I still have the energy to write this entry - luckily for me I programmed my computer so that it responds to my consciousness and I don't have to waste precious calories actually typing out the words, but that is a story for another time. My fellow set-designers didn't know how they would get up to the top of the set to paint the treetops, but once again I came to the rescue. I clambored up a ladder, and then twisting precariously onto my back, managed to paint the set and even part of the roof. I love painting, of course, and there is always incentive to helping others, but at times, (like right now), it gets to the point where conversation with me is reduced, on my part, to "Hello, my name is Zane, and I really need to sleep sometime this month - also, if I lift another art utensil today my arm will break".

But moving along past that, once I had finished the sets, my fellow designers lifted my battered and paint-spattered body up onto their shoulders and marched me outside in their excitement. As they marched through the streets, the adventure turned into a full town parade! I've even heard rumors of Timberly declaring today 'Zane day'. This is an absurd proposal, of course; were anyone to suggest this to my face I would reply with modesty.

My day can't end yet, of course - my jungly theme did, after all, inspire a hair cut, but I'll post more about that tomorrow. The moment I come back from the barber's I'm going the hell to bed.

Happy Zane day!

gone crazy

A fabulous time

Posted on 2006.01.06 at 10:39
Current Mood: energeticenergetic
Yesterday, I was invited to go ice skating with a group of my peers. Little did they know that, indeed, I had ice skated for much of my young life and was possessed of some very fine ice skating skills. I amused myself by skating backwards alongside the rest of the mediocre congregation. If the urge hit me, I would spin around on the ice, only to join them again with a vicious grin on my face. Ah, victory is sweet! But enough bragging. While on the ice, an interesting thing happened; a young girl, looking to be around four years old, was being taught to skate my her mother, when some rowdy ten-year-old boys playing tag nearly ran into them. The mother lost her balance and fell over onto the ice, letting go of her daughter's hands. The little girl looked around wildly, starting to cry as she kept sliding across the ice at a reasonable pace, without the sheltering arms of her mother. Luckily, I was on hand. I smoothly skated over to the little girl, and lifted her up into my arms while on the ice. I'm at home in my skates, you see, and can therefore do such things reasonably. Then, I took my precious cargo back to her mother, who promptly thanked me with such enthusiasm as I could never have expected from such a small woman. In fact, she told me I was such a 'gem of a kid' that I should go out and buy myself something nice, and with that, she gave me a crisp hundred dollar bill! Needless to say, I was pleased. It was a good dayon the ice. :)

EDIT: I have decided to donate most of the money to AIDS research, and spend the remainder on a nice haircut. I think it may be time for me to get a new 'look'.

gone crazy
Posted on 2006.01.05 at 23:32
Current Mood: cheerfulcheerful
Welcome, welcome, welcome everybody! Upon first glance, you might be a little confused. But no worries. The feeling will pass as you come to know all aspects of my personality through the entries contained within this homely blog. Enjoy, I say! Partake of the cup of goodness!