Helmetless

Sometimes I have to wonder what goes through some people's heads.
Because if I was in the same situation....I wouldn't have done what they did.

This past weekend I took a car trip with my family
We were heading out to visit more family for reunions and such.
Well...at one point on the road
We were happily just driving along the two lane highway.
(Passing lane, and slow lane)
We were in the passing lane....because well...we were getting ready to pass a semi further up the road.
When I look to my right....
I noticed this biker dude with his...girlfriend? on back driving past us in the 'slow' lane'
And...he was giving us the finger.
O.o
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Yah...I couldn't understand why this guy would do that to us....
well, my dad noticed at the same time that we were being flipped off.
So he sped up tailgating the biker.
And the biker turned around and 'shot' a finger gun at us a couple of times.
Before driving up and hanging right next to the cab of the semi-truck for miles upon miles
Not letting us pass.

I just had to shake my head after I calmed down.
(seeing the 'finger gun' freaked me out...what if he had had a real gun?)

Because the fellow was a super super idiot.
Here we are in an SUV
NEXT to a SEMI
and he's on a MOTORCYCLE
with his GIRLFRIEND
ANTAGONIZING US
AND they are both NOT WEARING HELMETS.

It appears to me...that the cards were stacked against him.
If anything had happened to cause the bike to crash...
They'd probably end up dead...
just because the guy got a little 'angry' at us for being in the passing lane and not going his speed?
It just seems pretty stupid. To risk your life, risk the life of the passenger, for a moment of road rage.
When you are the one far more likely to be hurt then the people in the semi or the SUV.

And unable to understand this stupidity...
I started making a list of possibilities as to why he did what he did.
1) He's drugged up. High. On something that makes him feel invincible
2) He's drunk -I dismissed this because he was driving pretty steady
3) He didn't like the state on our licence plate
4) The girl on his bike with him was pregnant and having a baby or extremely sick and they were rushing to some hospital. (I doubt this...)
5) At the rest stop, where I first saw them, we somehow offended them as we drove by their parking stall.
6) He's a tree hugger, and didn't like the fact that we were transporting trees on the back of our SUV. Or something along that line of thought.
7) He just wanted to do it to get a thrill.
8) The Weather wasn't to his liking and he wanted to get under cover.

Or...
8) He wanted to pass, thought we were going slow in the fast lane and was quick to anger and couldn't control his reflexes.......

Whatever the case.
He managed to darken the mood of the trip for the rest of the day.
I can't think ill of him though....
well at least not much further then "I hope bad karma finds you for ruining a happy car trip"

lol I actually started thinking what I would have done if I'd been the one in the drivers seat.
(besides staring at the biker dumbstruck that someone would flip me off when I hadn't been doing anything wrong.)
I think I would have flashed the "I love you" sign at him. With a smile.
(hurting on the inside that he was rude)
I think that might have made him angry though....Happy when he's Upset...yah...he'd probably get more upset because if I smiled it might mean that I was doing it on purpose, that I was purposely being annoying to him...so perhaps I'd skip the smile.
My next instinct would be to start signing at him angrily in ASL and probably speed up after him....

Okay...so in all actuality I would do nothing.
After all, he was helmetless, and I was nice and safe buckled up in the car.

Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!

-Sarnic Dirchi

The Dream

I had a couple of...turtles that I was trying to rescue. A bigger one and a smaller one.
-They looked like turtles...sometimes....I also thought of them as crabs...because I was wary of them 'biting' me or 'pinching me'
Anywho, I had driven to a beach...filled with people.
I didn't know of any other places with ocean water.
But i didnt' want the creatures to get hurt by the people.
So I went over to a side of the beach that had a rock wall with a fence on top and a different beach on the other side. There weren't people there on that side...but the water was really really blue.
Like otterpop blue. like that windshield fluid stuff blue.
There were signs posted...but I didn't pay attention to them.
I figured that it would be a safe spot...after consulting with people.
So i tossed the creatures in...
and they ended up bobbing up to the top like a cork.

They ended up needing rescued, and suddenly there were three turtle creatures instead of one.

But...
:(
They ended up dying.
Some one had rescued them, tried to save them from the exposure....
but they died.
So to make me feel better....
they had skinned the creatures and were making me a belt, or a bag of some sort out of the scaley hide.
....Actually I only think two died...maybe one survived....

But then I was at school.
Working on an animation project.
To go along with a short story I'd written (about the people and turtles)
And I was stuck on the animation sequence of two girls.
Standing on a beach...but it was a pointed ledge type of idea thing too.
i was in a bit of a hurry too...because the project was due soon.
Though I knew I wasn't in school....I apparently was doing this for an assignment...
even though I hadn't taken any classes....perhaps it was a volunteer thing.
Anywho. I was working on a woman, trying to get her posture right for the poster book cover of my story.
I'd changed her pose a couple of times and pressed Ctrl Z to undo it all because I liked the first pose best.
And it ended up turning into an animated dance....with alot more poses then I remembered creating.
I finally stopped at the pose I remembered..only to realize out of the three pictures on the top of my story...two of them were the same, so I was trying to figure out what to do to change one of the pictures

When the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
And I became myself again.

-S.N.D

11 o'clock Presents

Mom: Soo Sarnic, When are you going to open your presents?
Sarnic: When Kikay gets back home around 11. I want the whole family here when I open them.
Mom: She's staying out that late? 
Sarnic: Yes? She's watching a movie with friends.
Mom: You do know the rest of us have work tomorrow right?
Sarnic: Yes...but its only til 11.
Mom: We need to have Meralto's present opened earlier then that.
Sarnic: Why? Does Meralto need to be in bed before 11?
Mom: Text your sister that I'm calling her.
Sarnic: Okay... -texts information-
(had been texting her before this saying that the parents wanted to have presents opened earlier because they had work in the morning)

Conversation that I found out about later
Mom: You sure you can't come down sooner?
Kikay: Why?
Mom: You do know Meralto got Sarnic fireworks right.
Kikay: Yes?
Mom: We'd like to set them off before 11.
Kikay: Oh...Oh! I'll be right down.

Ten Minutes later.
I open presents.
And I'm super happily excited to get fireworks.
We go light them off.

Mom: you see now why we wanted to open them now instead of later?
Sarnic: ^^;; Yes. Yes I do. :)

-conversation is an approximate of what happened last night.

Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!

-Sarnic Dirchi

Note: Blogging might be sporadic or nonexistent for the next week as a warning in advance. :)


The Dream

I was with my friend in a room.
When...an older man, like a 'grandfather' came in and said
"Sarnic, come here I need to show you something"
My friend and I followed him and he took us outside in Schaer's backyard.
And handed me a big silver coin about the size of my palm with 'up turned edges'
So it looked like a fancy cup holder.
I was like "oh. cool."
He took it from me and gave it to my friend to handle so she could look over it.
And whipped out a purple 'rosary' <-its what he called it.
It was beaded and had beaded flowers evenly spaced along it with a charm hanging at the bottom.
And slipped it around my neck, calling it my talisman and that I shouldn't lose it.
Then he had me and my friend stand back to back
And told us to think about moving. close our eyes and imagine that we were floating upward into the air.
Which we did....we thought, and it happened.
I felt ourselves move off of the ground.
and when i opened my eyes.
We were in a different time period like 16th Century Italy.
We'd opened our eyes to an orphanage where all these girls were playing around in white dresses and pigtails. my friend and i tried to blend in for a moment.
But you could say we stuck out like sore thumbs because our outfits were brightly colored in greens and pinks and oranges so instead we hid behind a wood pile, until a girl told us to leave so that nobody would get into trouble.
Well....we did get into trouble, after we left.
my friend....lost her talisman.
And these two guys were chasing us down my home street.
I ran into Crowleys hard climbing up boxes and hiding. Wishing that they wouldn't see me.
The two guys had caught my friend.
And they were trying to get her to lead them to me.
I moved and bumped into some barrels
and the guys were suddenly there.
I froze...and they didn't see me!
But my friend did.
However as she struggled she picked up a shiny penny
and pressed it into my hands saying quickly yelling it.
"I am Mary Olsen, I am Mary Olsen, I am Mary Olsen!"
And let go.
The guards turned to her.
"Who are you?" they asked.
And she said in a poor persons British accent. "I'm Mary Olsen" and she had a complete back story of how she'd gotten there.
She'd basically 'erased' her memories so that she couldn't lead them to me. Instead becoming a poor girl with no family.
I could get her back though, but first I had to wait for the guys to leave.
Which they weren't doing.
One dude, he was taller had dark hair and a moustache sat on my legs as I stayed still as a board
He rocked back and forth using me like a type of see saw as he tried to figure out what to do next.

Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again.

-S.N.D

Red Cream Soda

I'm having a difficult time thinking about a topic for this post.
After all, it was a rather eventful day.
And whatever I start to write, just sounds like a Journal entry to me.
I don't really want this to be a Journal entry.

Did you know that Tacos are People, Gnomes can drive cars but are unreliable rides, and Snow White is Evil?
Yah I didn't either.
But my friend Katie...sure seemed to think so.
For a bit while she was 'drunk' from Red Cream soda.

To celebrate this special 5th of July
I got a group of friends together.
And drank 21 shots of Red Cream Soda
with them.
lol, I hadn't known what to expect.
I'd missed the other 21 shots of soda
for those special days of the month
When 21 became my friend's age.

But it was entertaining :D lol.
To have my friends Jess and Katie, put on a 'drunk' show for my benefit :)
Where Jess convinced Katie that Tacos were people
and that she was being cannibaliscar for eating tacos.
Where Katie couldn't remember who her ride home was
but she was pretty sure that a Leprechaun (who didn't give her gold or a wish but) instead gave her a gnome to be her ride home tonight. But she didn't know what the gnome looked like.
or how Snow White was actually evil using the seven dwarfs as slave labor to find her jewels to make her the fairest lady in the land.

lol. It was entertaining to watch.
And afterwards...
We got Tacos.
Because when Katie 'sobered up' after eating a 'rock candy' for the purpose of getting her sober.
She actually really wanted a taco.
:) lol. We galavanted over to the local Taco Bell to place our orders,
Ended up at Arctic Circle for Toppers
and came back to Pepperoni Pizza :)

In the end?
well...we are all rather tired haha.
And the front room looked like there had been a party in it. :)

The Funnel was used to pour the cans of Red Cream Soda into an empty two liter bottle of Pineapple soda (because I couldn't find two liter bottles of Red Cream Soda) which then was poured into the shot glasses. To make it 'more relalistic' apparently. ;)
I just think it complicated the matter. :)



Overall. It was a GREAT 5th of July ^^
I hope you guys had an awesome 5th of July as well.
....even if you didn't turn 21. :)


Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves!
Enjoy the day!


-Sarnic Dirchi

Reverse Parade

I've always been on the sidelines.
When watching a parade.
Enjoying each entry as it passed by.
Hating the heat beating down on me
Loving the candy tossed my way
Saddened when the bands didn't play when they were in front of me.
But I love to see the creativity of those floats in the parade.


Until today...I hadn't understood how difficult a parade can be.
Especially in the heat of the day.
And my sympathy was...decidedly lacking.
Because I hadn't experienced being in a parade myself.


What is it like to view a parade...from within the parade?
Not sitting on the parade route, but in the parade.
Well...its a different sort of parade.
Very few floats are seen.
Only glimpses of them as you wait your turn to leave the staging area.
And boy....Waiting was the longest part.

But walking....walking was somewhat torturous in the heat with the blacktop/concrete shining up on you.
I had thought to myself. "Its only like a mile. No big deal. Its on flat ground, no ups and downs, just walking holding onto the rod. Dancing and having fun!
Oh...no. It was different.
At first I had alot of energy, but near the middle I was sure we were almost done...when we weren't.
*shakes head* I had so underestimated this.
But I had a blast!!
And in many ways...it was like a reverse parade.
Even though I was with the Institute float.
It seemed more like I was the one who was 'standing still'
-even when I was hot, tired, thirsty after dancing along and goofing off
And the people sitting on the sidelines were the parade.
A parade of faces.
People I knew and didn't know.
That was kinda thrilling.
But very terrifying lol.
I didn't really focus on the second part. Because I was goofing off in front of thousands of people ;) lol.
And I thought it was better to think it an adventure and to have fun.
Then worry about what people might have been thinking. ;)

I'm glad that I helped participate though ^^ To see all those faces.
And hopefully brighten someone's day.
lol. My favorite part though, was driving to and from the parade on the float.
Waving to the random people in their yards, on the sidewalks, and in the cars.
I felt like I was giving the people a treat. Something different to see then the usual.
And it was awesome!! :)

Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!

-Sarnic Dirchi

-Due to having to wake up early for the parade...the dream was chased from my mind unfortunately Y_Y
But it was a rather interesting one...different.....and that's all I got :)

Hidden Potential

I love to watch fireworks.
It doesn't really matter if its the grand displays done for hundreds of thousands of people,
or the small fireworks you can set off in front of your house.
I love to watch them.
Why?
Well....because its a surprise.
Because you never know what is going to come out of the packaging until you light the fuse.
Will it be a big burst of colors covering half the horizon?
Or small flashes of bright light followed by a boom?
Will the firework flare up?
Or will it...do nothing?
You never know with fireworks.
I'm not even sure the makers known exactly what will happen.
Sure they know the ingredients that go in. The colors that will appear, the wrapping it will be put into, and the design as well.
But until you light that fuse...its all a mystery on how the pieces fall into play. Especially when experimenting with new fireworks. You never know if you'll get that smiley face in the sky to work, or if it will be a circle with random colors inside until that fuse is lit and the firework bursts into the air.
That's why I love fireworks.
The variety, the different expressions of color designed by different people.
How you can see the trails of many as they shoot up,
but also the unexpected surprises of a firework you didn't see shoot off lighting up the sky.
Yah....fireworks are alot like people.
Different wrappings, hidden potential.
And you never know how that potential will express itself,
Until you 'light their fuse' and discover what sort of talents they can express when given positive motivation.

Until you next see these words;
I"ll be watching the *coughfireworkscough* leaves.
Enjoy the day!

-Sarnic Dirchi

The Dream

I was with Kikay, and my friends plus our writing group.
We were sitting at picnic tables near a school play ground.
And we were critiquing each other's stories.
It was Kikay's turn so she passed out the pages we were going to critique.
And started reading.
I followed along, but as I stopped to make critiques, suggestions, and to ask questions.
Which meant i got further behind.
So when she'd finished on page 4 I was on page 2.
They wanted me to critique first, but I wasn't ready yet.
So the others started critiquing.
And one of the guys...he was an older gentleman.
Was bashing one of the illustrations Kikay had done to go along with her story.
The background was red and showed two 'cupid' baby like people in clouds.
The man was saying that it was dumb that she'd used her own face on one of the boys
and that it looked weird on the curlie haired head.
I looked at it....and yes...it was a strange looking painting.
The figure in question did have her face and great big eyes...that would wink.
Which I found creepy, but not really critiqueable.
It was a drawing in a rough draft of the story.
I thought it was more important to focus on her story and not the pictures.
It didn't even seem to apply that picture.
Anyway...the other group disappeared,
and it was me left with Kikay.
I asked her if she still wanted me to critique her and she said yes.
So I flipped open my notebook to find her story.
And...well I was having troubles finding the pages I'd critiqued in green ink.
They'd gotten mixed up in my own story.

Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again.

-S.N.D

Leftovers

I'm very picky when it comes to eating leftovers.
Very picky usually my policy is 'No leftovers for me!"
But I do make exceptions to the rule every now and then.
I will for example eat left over Chinese, tuna casserole, and riceroni.
Because they still taste pretty good when reheated.
Other things though....their taste becomes different after its cooled down
and then reheated...hence...not good tasting...and me not eating it.
:) But I must say ^^ The Tuna Casserole was very good as leftovers. Yum.

Until you next read these words;
I"ll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!

-Sarnic Dirchi

The Dream

Kikay and I were heading back to our apartment to grab a few things we missed.
And on our way up to the stairs leading to our house like apartment
I ran into Jackie, my old roommate.
She was coming back to move her stuff out because she was getting married.
But she had a mother and son in tow with her.
She was telling them, that it should be fine for the boy (he was shy, didn't fit in with the other apartment building) to move into our apartment because she was sure it was empty for the summer and that she thought the office had said it would be a boy's apartment once she moved out.
I was like: No! That's wrong! Kikay and I are living there! We can't have a boy in our apartment!!
Yet they didn't seem to hear me.
And they went right into the bedroom that Kikay and I shared.
I told them that he couldn't stay in the same room as us. (there were three beds)
But that the room next to us was empty.
The boy embarrassed went into the other room.

And I decided to help Jackie move things out of her room.
But I got distracted for a moment because my dog Pepper had gotten out.
And I needed to get her back inside.
Once inside Kikay and I discovered Jackie's wedding dress.
And for fun...I decided to try it on.
I couldn't see why Jackie liked the thing.
It just looked big on me and since I'm rather small...it would look bigger on her.
Plus it was one of those sleeveless dresses where you had to breathe very carefully or risk it falling off of you.

And then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again.

-S.N.D

Shadowfriend

Have you ever had a shadow that stares back at you?
Well...I have one at the moment.
I call him Patches.
And he likes to cling like a shadow as well to me.
Which makes it rather hard to move around the house.
Whenever he shows up.
Still. :) I tolerate him. :)
He's a sweet shadow.

Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!

-Sarnic Dirchi

The Dream

I'm not sure how I came to get a giant bag of candy.
I think it was on sale for $7.99 at a store...
It was the only bag there...perhaps it was the first one...or the last one.
But this giant bag of candy...had a surprise in it. Possibly.
In one of the eggs. -Easter Eggs.
Some were egg shaped, others like fortune cookies, others like bouncy balls.
And I knew that in one of them...
was a million dollars.
i didn't want anybody else to find it.
So I hid the candy in a drawer.
So I could find the million dollars later.
Well...I had three young cousins come over.
And at some point... I was trying to keep something out of my room.
I don't know if it was an animal...or people...I think it was the young cousins.
And I moved my school desk (it was attached to the shelves on the wall, kinda like a bookshelf)
In front of the door...yah they tried to tip it over.
And...a couple of figurines fell to the ground.
One was of Christ dressed in red robes. His legs had broken. :(
I set him down on a reflective mirror...like those you put glass figurines on.
My thoughts were "so he can look like he's walking in water." or something like that.
Then i bent under the desk to look for the legs.
I kept finding other pieces. Mostly of dragon sculptures. bright and neon colored. yellow and the like.
I found the head to a dragon statue I had that was of a dragon looking at a computer screen. I was sad that that one broke.
Then I opened the drawer of the desk to make sure the candy was still there only to find
 most if it gone.
You could say I was devastated...and angry.
That they'd gone through most of the candy.
Because I didn't know if they'd found the million dollars or not.
I picked up the bag.
Looking at the wrappers all around and the scanty remaining candy. 
It was sad.
But then I noticed. A yellow ball shaped one had a piece of paper sticking out of it.
It looked like a lined bit of paper, but was narrow enough to look like a fortune paper as well.
I pulled it out.
And unfolded it.
And kept unfolding it.
To reveal an envelope.
And inside?
I first saw two ones and a five at first.
But then I flipped through and saw the money increase. 10s 20s 100s 200s increasing til I saw a Bill for $1,000,000
-It was old fashioned money from Benjamin Franklin's time.
The two hundred bill was rather cute. The picture on it was of a younger man. Curly hair. blonde. He reminded me of Jasper from Twilight. He was cute. ;)
Were it was grey white instead of green. But the money was still good. It could never expire.
Which meant! I was rich!!
But I didn't go out and spend it.
No I hid it back up again...somewhere in the vicinity of my bunk bed.
Telling my mom that I'd found the money.
But staying mum to everyone else.
And I was rather paranoid that someone else would find out about the money....

Then a jump  in time happened.
And it was many generations in the future.
Which was dirty, brown, red, not a happy future.
And I was running, because I knew where my greatgreatgreat ancestor had hidden the money.
And they wanted me to get it.
I was cowering down in a shady corner in the trees

When the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away
and I became myself again.

-S.N.D