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summer ramblings r' us
2002-07-16 23:14:54
(really long self-affirmations, don't read unless you're really bored.)
Back from Florida....urgh. The only reason I went was to see my paternal grandparents, and that's pretty much all I did. Yep, a whole week with just Grandma, Grandpa, and Dad. Oh yes, and a mess of various hick relatives. We didn't go to Busch Gardens, or Disney World, or Epcot, didn't go to Miami or Daytona Beach, and we wouldn't have gone to Orlando if that wasn't where the airport terminal was. No, they just drove around a lot and tried to make me eat huge Southern breakfasts. I hate breakfast foods, and especially gut-bomb hick food served by drawling 40-year old waitresses and loaded with gravy. Oh God.
I hate planes. I hate planes. I hate planes. I hate planes. I hate planes. I hate planes. I hate planes. I hate planes. I hate planes.
We went on boat rides on their backyard lake, but it seems that the minute I reached Florida, all the alligators in the state disappeared. We didn't see a single one. Good thing I had some new manga. My dad asked if I wanted to go to the beach, and thinking he meant a cool beach in Miami, gave the affirmative. When we arrived at the gray-skied Vero Beach, I was less than pleased, but didn't show it. After we came home and I complained, he pinned it on me, saying "You were the one who wanted to see the ocean!" Well.
Planes suck. Planes suck. Planes suck. Planes suck. Planes suck. Planes suck. Planes suck. Planes suck. Planes suck.
Oh yes, and then there was a family reunion. Almost everyone there was a hick with few teeth and fewer brain cells. Regardless, I respected them and loved them as my family, as I could tell that they all really loved me. I knew I didn't belong there. Every time I think about it, I can never believe that they are my father's kin. He was definitely a black sheep in the family, but in this case I'm glad he was. He actually dreaded attending the reunion.
I won't board another plane 'til I'm 20. I won't board another plane 'til I'm 20. I won't board another plane 'til I'm 20. I won't board another plane 'til I'm 20. I won't board another plane 'til I'm 20. I won't board another plane 'til I'm 20. I won't board another plane 'til I'm 20. I won't board another plane 'til I'm 20. I won't board another plane 'til I'm 20.
While there, I came upon a boy, who looked at me with his big brown eyes and just started following me. And staring. I decided I really liked him, and asked his name. In a childish Southern accent, he told me it was Jared. He was four years old. The rest of the day I spent with him, trying to ignore all the tittering relatives pointing out how "smitten" he was with me. At lunchtime, he saved the seat next to him for me, not for his mom. I protested, but he insisted, and his mom complied. I guess I taught him some manners, too, like using his napkin well and saying "what is it" instead of "what it is". The fact that half my relatives were rednecks didn't bother me so much, but to see the new generation, this beautiful little boy, acquiring the same unhealthy habits as earlier generations hurt me. He wore his seatbelt's shoulder strap behind his back, ate the many greasy spoon meals his mother prepared, used way-off country grammar. In a bitter musing, I wondered that if he had grown up in some urban city, like New York or even Long Beach, what a different person he would've been. There was still hope! He could come back with us, grow up in a more modern environment, live the life that every young boy should be entitled to! I was being selfish, but I didn't care.
Planes make me sick. Planes make me sick. Planes make me sick. Planes make me sick. Planes make me sick. Planes make me sick. Planes make me sick. Planes make me sick. Planes make me sick.
Though it was hard to understand him at times (he being a four-year old Southern boy), we had fun. He wanted Sprite at lunch, but they didn't have any so I introduced him to Mountain Dew. He was hesitant, but I persuaded him to try it and lo! the sweet little thing beamed and said, "It DOES taste like pop!" Awwww. I fascinated him with my "Finger Man" skills. But seriously, my men are very talented in dancing and putting on skits. ^_^ He asked where I lived, and I told him far away, in California. He pondered that for a moment, and then he ASKED FOR MY PHONE NUMBER!! KAWAII!!! I tried very hard not to laugh out loud. I gave it to him and told him to put it in his pocket. He didn't have any, so he told his dad to hold on to it for safekeeping. Awwww!!! I took him into a bedroom to draw. He really enjoyed that. When he drew an odd spherical shape on his paper, I asked what it was. I didn't understand what he said, but he motioned to the ample skin at the top of my dress. I almost died laughing, though it wa pretty embarrassing... We exchanged pictures before I hugged him goodbye and left.
Planes should be banned. Planes should be banned. Planes should be banned. Planes should be banned. Planes should be banned. Planes should be banned. Planes should be banned. Planes should be banned. Planes should be banned.
I think being with that little boy was the best part of my trip. Call me crazy, but I really loved him. I hope he grows up healthy and happy. I'll miss him.
Damn you Orville Wright! Damn you Orville Wright! Damn you Orville Wright! Damn you Orville Wright! Damn you Orville Wright! Damn you Orville Wright! Damn you Orville Wright! Damn you Orville Wright! Damn you Orville Wright! - Take THAT, bastard!!! 2002-06-29 17:21:46 Ha! My dad's always getting pissed at me for being on the computer, and always blames me for its problems. Puts on a big show about "you can't download anything" and accuses me of playing the smartass when I think I know what's wrong with the computer. Well, today when he discovered the sound wasn't working, he got really mad and me and almost made me write a step-by-step list of everything I've ever done on the computer beginning Monday. When I rolled my eyes, he said, "You think you're so smart? Well, here's your chance to prove yourself! You can fix it! Your mother and I are going to Lowe's, and I want sound by the time we get back!" Well, I was a little intimidated at first, but then I went in and discovered that the speakers were unplugged. T_T I fixed it! Haha, he'll be so disappointed that I didn't fail and let him save the day like the hero he thinks he is!!
- Ah....sweetness 2002-06-24 20:33:21 I just rented Akira and Grave of the Fireflies from Hollywood Video. They're as I thought they would be....GOTF is really sad, and Akira's just psycho....but they're both masterpieces. And to put the icing on the cake, I discovered that anime rentals are cheaper than other videos!! Ha! Speaking of icing, I also have Krispy Kreme donuts. God, could this day get any better!! Well, if Jesse came over....but don't get me started. ^_^'
- Expo Comin' Up!!!! 2002-06-21 14:54:00 Man, I've been stoked for two months now. I can't believe the Anime Expo 2002 is gonna be held in my hometown! *sniff* I'm so proud...hooray for LB!!! Home to me, Sublime, the Queen Mary, and the Anime Expo!!! Woohoo! It's really too bad I don't have a video to enter. Well, that's okay. I'm still stoked!!!
- Oh God! 2002-06-19 22:21:25 *huff huff* Oh man, now Tracy wants ME to call Shane!! *huff* What would I say? It might be easier for him to *huff* talk with me, and I know I should help out Tracy, but *huff huff* I'm so nervous! And I don't even *huff* LIKE the dude! (well, maybe a little...) I wonder how he would respond...probably like he did with Tracy, speaking Ummanese. Don't make me, Tracy!!! T-T
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