Ah the Renaissance Festival.... I go every year with my best friend and like tradition, we dress in full costume and spend saturday there from when it opens to when it ends. Because of some scheduling issues and my stuborness to have my full renfest dose, we went the rest of friday night and most of saturday till her school home-coming thing. I dont think I'll do renfest broken into two days again.
Friday night was a blast! It was almost how I'd picture heaven. A loud and hazy place with lots of lights and movement every which-way. I saw alot of my old friends from school I have not seen in ages! It was a regular high-school reunion!

I saw this boy I've known scince starting out in 8th grade at the world's most disfuntional school.(I still think of it as home.~

) He's always been nice to me but just never had much in common to really be together. Still, its nice to know, I'm not alone in dropping out and working twice a week.

I just wish I knew what he really ment by asking if I had met anyone yet. "Are you still single?" Was that just a general question???

I'm getting off track. Renfest! Friday was AWSOME! jousting, staged violence nostalia of old friends and Pirate Mini-V with- I swere to god was THE Jack Sparrow--and Starbucks coffee

!!!! (long story pics later) --Saturday......not so much.....

Got off to a slow start but just fine, Had fun goofing off with my BFF saw jousting a second time and succeeded in my quest to find a large wide bladed sword to paint (a little side-project) under a hundred dollars. I found two real nice swords I was able to get. An intricate dragon katana- like sword and a large beautiful 'Macleod'. I call it 'The Scottsman'.

Well some where in the day, my friend's new stalker found us. yeah, they met the previous night and really hit it off. And well, I ended up the third wheel..... and later was ditched.
Well I guess you can say that-- I walked off when we met up again. it gets a little old exchanging sarcastic comments and verbal bashings between me and him after a while.
So I walked around alone. Sitting at the Prodigal's concert during 'Whiskey Asylum' looking at everyone else made it very painfully clear at how alone I was....
No use in crying over the lack of a significant other or just any other... Artists were not ment for love in my opinion, I dont know of any in history who had not died alone. Monet, Van Gough, Dali.... yeah.... Like I always do, I'll bottle it up and drown it in paint....
