hey, i found my balloon!

I'm going to go babysit now...someone trusts me with their kid! Hah.

I'll write all about it later, maybe something funny will happen.

Busty Wilde + life

running backwards through the cornfields...

I've been in Visalia the past few days. It's my boyfriend's hometown, and we were overdue for a visit to his family and friends. The drive is about 3 hours from here to there - not too long, but long enough to make me want to fall asleep somewhere in the middle. Though I guess that could be from all the bowls we smoke on the way...

The trip wasn't incredibly eventful. Lots of sun (it was pretty hot, but I think I got a little tanner), eating, and partying. I got sick yesterday for some reason and was randomly puking, but then I mysteriously got better and was able to go out again last night. Sweet. I actually think I was sick from lack of smoking pot - when we're staying at his parents' house, we can't smoke until we leave; since I felt sick, I didn't want to leave. As soon as we left and smoked, though, I felt a lot better. Okay, maybe the weed just helped me feel better and I wasn't actually going through withdrawals, but I definitely felt better after smoking.

I also got birthday presents and a birthday cake, which was totally unexpected but very awesome. It's like I'm actually part of the family or something, which is a cool feeling. I also got to take some cool pictures - hopefully they came out okay.

Well, I work early, and I'm tired, so I'm going to bed now. I'm going to try and write every day now, starting today, even if it's just a very small amount. A minute amount even, just as long as I'm writing. Let's see how long this lasts. (1 day? 2 days? Anyone wanna place bets?)

Oh, in the meantime, go read and comment on the drugspot!

Busty Wilde + life + Visalia

is anyone else beginning to get the feeling that god hates boy scouts?

Lightning Strike Kills Boy Scout, Leader

Saturday July 30, 2005 11:46 AM
By JULIANA BARBASSA

FRESNO, Calif. (AP) - What was supposed to be a challenging, 70-mile hike culminating in a midnight climb up Mt. Whitney to watch the sunrise turned to horror with a simple summer storm. When a group of Boy Scouts from St. Helena Troop 7001 took shelter from the rain, lightning struck, killing the troop leader and a teenage scout.

Ryan Collins, 13, died Friday night at University Medical Center, hospital spokeswoman Mary Lisa Russell said. The boy's grandfather, Bill Collins, said Ryan was kept on a ventilator for a time so that his organs could be donated.

Collins said Ryan had been a scout for three or four years and loved the outdoors: "He was a fabulous boy,'' he said. "He was doing what he loved to do.''

"We lost our son,'' said Ryan's mother, Sue Collins.

The troop's assistant scoutmaster, Steven McCullagh, 29, was killed instantly when the bolt struck Thursday, the Tulare County coroner's office said.

One injured troop member was under observation at the hospital and six others were treated and released from Kaweah Delta Hospital in Visalia, authorities said.

Sequoia National Park ranger Alex Picavet declined to identify the other injured Scouts late Friday while families were still being notified.

The scout group, including five adults and seven teenage scouts, had been on a nine-day backcountry hike along the John Muir Trail when a lightning bolt made a direct strike on one of two tarps they had set up in a meadow.

Two scouts then grabbed maps and ran for help for 25 minutes to a ranger station, where five helicopters were summoned to evacuate the group.

Meanwhile, other troop members kept at least one of their fellow Scouts alive by administering cardiopulmonary resuscitation for an hour, Picavet said.

"It's very difficult,'' she said. It's probably because of their Boy Scout training.''

Scoutmaster Stuart Smith was among those treated in Visalia.

"I'm just not up to talking about it yet,'' Smith said from his hospital room, where he was meeting with scouts and parents. ``It's too raw and too emotional at the moment.''

The tragedy comes just days after four men were electrocuted while putting up a tent at the National Scout Jamboree in Virginia. Dozens of Scouts were sickened by the stifling heat two days later at the event.

Busty Wilde + boy scouts

here's a picture I took

I fucked with the hue and saturation, obviously...



Busty Wilde + photography

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This was a story on my google news page. What the fuck?

CNN Weather Map Arrested Trying to Score Acid In The East Village

NEW YORK CITY: The CNN Weather Map was arrested today for trying to buy LSD from an undercover police officer. This is the latest in a series of incidents concerning the flamboyant visual aids.

In an unusual move, the Map's former drug dealer came forward to give this reporter an interview. "I told him I was cutting him off." said the man known only as Izzy G. "I knew he was tripping at work. I mean, who wears tie-dyed tornadoes? Why is the water brown and the land blue?" Mr. G. went on to say that it was probably his refusal to sell to the Map that led to his fateful encounter with an undercover policeman. Mr. G said that he supported recreational drug use in moderation, but that the Map pushed it until there was psychedelia coming out of every inch of his screen. "I mean, even my other customers couldn't watch CNN."

A NYPD spokesman confirmed the basic facts of the arrest. He downplayed rumors of special treatment, saying, "We treat celebrities like anyone else." The CNN Weather Map was unavailable for comment.

Busty Wilde + CNN + drugs

the gossip circuit...

For those confused about whether or not to hate Mister Underhill and why, here's what's going around about him (I copied this from a comment I made on my previous post): posts by sandra, buck williams, another one by sandra, and this and this by this guy. Then there's Fisting Champ's declaration...

Hope that helps a little bit.

Busty Wilde

oh, what to do...

I briefly considered writing a post about my hatred of Mr. Underhill, which seems to be the trend these days, but after thinking about it only momentarily, the phrase "been there, done that" came to mind. Besides, why waste my precious time writing about such a lowly individual?

Doesn't it seem like the stupidest people always think of themselves too highly, almost as though to prove to others they really are worth something when really they're just too stupid to realize, well, just how stupid and worthless they are? Yeah, that's right, stupid people are worthless.

No, actually, without so many stupid people, the world would be pretty boring, wouldn't it?

So now I bring in the point of the title of this post. However, at the moment, I can't remember it. Goddamned drugs.

Oh, right.

Once again, it's after midnight, I have to be at work tomorrow morning, and I'm getting yet another burst of energy mixed with the compulsive feeling to start a cleaning task I don't possibly have the time or energy to complete right now. This happens every night. Sometimes I do actually start whatever task I'm obsessing over; sometimes I'm actually able to distract myself long enough until I fall asleep. What will I do tonight? I decided to blog and see how much time I could spend doing this, and then I'll see what I'm left with.

I could organize some of my billions of printed pictures or some of my billions of digital pictures. I could go through and reread all my past blog posts and delete the ones I don't like anymore, edit those where I talk shit about people that they might now possibly see. I could clean off my desk, paint my nails, hang up clothes, exercise...fuck. I'll just keep writing.

I saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory tonight. It was awesome, as is anything starring Johnny Depp. I'd definitely recommend seeing it, if my opinion matters at all.

Okay, I'm getting tired...I'd better take advantage of this.

Busty Wilde + life + Charlie and the Chocolate Factory + Johnny Depp

oh yeah well that's cool, check it out

So the Beck show last night was pretty awesome, much as I anticipated. I got the tickets for my birthday (which was last week...) from my wonderful friend Kayaboy. Thanks dude!

He played an extra long set - I think they were filming a dvd thing or something. The venue was pretty big (the Bill Graham Civic Auditorium in San Francisco, for those who are familiar with the area), but I was still able to get reasonably close to the stage - much closer, at least, then most of the people there. I'm not too tall, so getting close to the stage is important to me...otherwise I can't see anything! I mean, I guess I could have gone up into the balcony and sat down or something if I really wanted to see, but that wouldn't be any fun, now would it. It's much more fun drinking beer and smoking joints while being compressed by 12 different sweaty people at the same time, all of them taller than you, so you're just breathing in the carbon dioxide they're exhaling until you feel like you're about to pass out because you can't breathe and ohmygod you feel so claustrophobic all of a sudden but you aren't claustrophobic and there's no way to get out and if something catastrophic happened right now you'd definitely be trampled to death and you still can't breathe and where are your friends? and what if you just happened to at this moment have an epileptic seizure because of all the flashing lights and you're losing circulation because your knees have been locked and you forgot that's bad for you (which caused you to almost pass out at that Breeders concert...) and fucking shit did that bitch just spill her beer down your pants effectively soaking your thong beneath your jeans? Damn.

Yeah, I had fun. As always.

Fisting Champ and I agreed on something, though, which we thought was kind of weird. (Not the fact that we agreed on something, but what we agreed on). There were parts of the concert where it seemed like they were only pretending to be playing the instruments they were holding, like it was prerecorded or something. The singing was live, but the instruments...yeah. I don't know.

Busty Wilde + life + Beck + concerts

heyyyyyyyy

I'm back, once again, from yet another blogging hiatus. Isn't that exciting? Aren't you so excited?

I'm going to the market really quickly, I'll be back in a bit. I'm going to see Beck tonight! Yay!

Busty Wilde + life + Beck

in honor of the 4th of July...

I took a quiz to see how American I am. I actually surprised myself, I thought my score would be lower.

You Are 45% American

America: You don't love it or want to leave it. But you wouldn't mind giving it an extreme make over. On the 4th of July, you'll fly a freak flag instead... And give Uncle Sam a sucker punch!

How American Are You?

Busty Wilde + quiz + America

I found this in my parents' pantry...

and I thought it was so funny. Nutmeat, hah!