AndieCrafts

Mujik, Andie (that’s me!), and Menchie at Kangaroo Coffee Club last December 15

This post has been pending for quite some time now, so here it is! December 15 was a good time for a date, despite the fact that everything has been so friggin’ hectic. This is pretty much a photo post, for the benefit of those who still have no idea just what friends could do on a lazy evening.

Shocked much, dear?

Menchie with alien hands (mine are the ones with black nail polish)

Told you it works with better lighting!

Cheese!

Emo biatches

Blurred Mujik and Andie with her signature nose thingy

Yeah. I’m ashamed.

Hydrocephalic me with deformed friends

If we were characters on Lilo and Stitch, this is what we would remotely look like

I’m a loony

Signature Mujik pout, Andie Chicken Little look, and Menchie booger digging.

Found something!

Chinita wannabees

I have no idea what this is.

So what we did basically was that we decided to get a few hours off from our own separate trivial lives and once again indulge in the beauty that is friendship. So Anton (Menchie’s boyfriend) sent us off to Kangaroo, where we spent fours hours talking, taking pictures on my MacBook, laughing like there’s no tomorrow, eating pasta, drinking coffee (well I did anyway. Mujik and Menchie hate coffee), and drinking tea. The pictures above show what happened during the picture taking session part of our four-hour hang out.

I think I should rename this entry as “What happens when crazy people who happen to become friends have Photo Booth at their disposal.”

I wish I had more non-blood relative friends such as these. So far, I can only name three (Anj is the other one).

According to the article on Hermits in Wikipedia…

An hermit (from the Greek ἔρημος erēmos, signifying “desert”, “uninhabited”, hence “desert-dweller”; adjective: “eremitic”) is a person who lives to some greater or lesser degree in seclusion and/or isolation from society.

Often – both in religious and secular literature – the term “hermit” is used loosely for anyone living a solitary life-style – including the misanthrope…

In modern parlance the term “hermit” tends to be applied to anyone living a life apart from the rest of society, regardless of their motivation.

Crying when reading about something is not a task for mentally sound people. That is unless whatever literature you’re reading hits a chord of some sort. This should be pretty common for depressing novels, or heart-warming non-fiction literature. In my case, my very peculiar case, I cried while reading that friggin’ article on Wikipedia. Oh, she must be out of her head, you’ll say. Tell me something I don’t know. Funnier, even, is the fact that the article actually hit an evasive chord. Crap.

I need to get a life. Seriously. If I don’t, I might end up becoming some living garden decoration in some wealthy European’s estate*. Good grief.

This will be the immediate future of Andie if she doesn’t clean up her act soon.

This is a tarot card of sorts, but since it has this big THE HERMIT label, I guess it would do…

I have told Andie that she has got to stop referring to herself in the third person. But seeing as she’s become so much of an hermit, without any second or third persons around, she just doesn’t get it. Blame her, not me.

FOOTNOTES:
* According to the same Wikipedia article…

During the Romantic period of the 19th century some wealthy estate owners would pay imitation “hermits” to inhabit their properties, as living garden decorations.