Sunday, August 10, 2003
I was reading the Politiblog and learned something new: Dubya's birthday was last month. So hats off to you, Mr. President.
Kura reminded me I needed to buy my books for college. I'm almost afraid to considering the cost.
I started a new blog for Julia in hopes that it will aid me in telling her story. Hopefully I'll actually write in it.
I promised to write you about my trip last week so here goes. We (i.e. my parents dragged me along) to the shore. Ok that's misleading as we have a beach a couple miles away; my parents took me far, far up the coast. We first stopped off at a tiny city. It really was a nice little city, deeply rooted in its history. It had something alot of cities lack: the communion, the deep feeling every native of the city has of each other. Just the kind of city I'd like to live in. We ate lunch in a local burger joint ("the best pie in the state!") and I swear I had the biggest salad I've ever had in my life for just three bucks. They even served real bacon and ham and two types of cheeses with it! Mmm makes me hungry just thinking about it. Unfortunately though we didn't have time for pie.
So we toured around a little bit - went to the historical musuem, etc., and ended up in a tiny shop that sold homemade jams and jellies. It was while my mom was talking to the shopkeeper that I noticed I had the biggest bee I've ever seen in my entire life attached to my shorts. It was all black and looked like it about to explode it was so plump. I gently dug my nails into my mom's arm before nearly fainting; one of the guys who worked at the shop managed to swipe it off and kill it. Good thing too because if that thing stung I swear I would've fainted. then we went to a quaint little bookshop where I bought a book about slavery in the U.S. and a pamplet about the civil war. Both of them were a disgrace to history.
Then we went out in search of the shore. There was one gas station, though, that I'll never forget. I was hungry so I went in to get a candy bar - nothing. All the boxes were empty. First time I've ever seen something like it.
So we finally went to the beach right? We had such a blast there - God I love it so much. Then we went souvenir shopping - I picked up my usual souvenir keychain, plus a cute little plush turtle, a nice-looking necklace and some flamingo lights. You know christmas lights? It's like those only with plastic flamingos attached to them. Then we went to a local - and expensive - diner and went home.
I tried to put up my flamingo lights yesterday using sticky tack. No such luck. Guess I'll have to put more holes in my wall with regular tacks (I have purple christmas lights around the computer desk, outlining my door, in the corner and up the side of my dresser). For now, though, the sticky tack will have to remain on my walls in big globs. Hopefully I won't wake up in the middle of the night and mistake them for roaches or something.
Kura reminded me I needed to buy my books for college. I'm almost afraid to considering the cost.
I started a new blog for Julia in hopes that it will aid me in telling her story. Hopefully I'll actually write in it.
I promised to write you about my trip last week so here goes. We (i.e. my parents dragged me along) to the shore. Ok that's misleading as we have a beach a couple miles away; my parents took me far, far up the coast. We first stopped off at a tiny city. It really was a nice little city, deeply rooted in its history. It had something alot of cities lack: the communion, the deep feeling every native of the city has of each other. Just the kind of city I'd like to live in. We ate lunch in a local burger joint ("the best pie in the state!") and I swear I had the biggest salad I've ever had in my life for just three bucks. They even served real bacon and ham and two types of cheeses with it! Mmm makes me hungry just thinking about it. Unfortunately though we didn't have time for pie.
So we toured around a little bit - went to the historical musuem, etc., and ended up in a tiny shop that sold homemade jams and jellies. It was while my mom was talking to the shopkeeper that I noticed I had the biggest bee I've ever seen in my entire life attached to my shorts. It was all black and looked like it about to explode it was so plump. I gently dug my nails into my mom's arm before nearly fainting; one of the guys who worked at the shop managed to swipe it off and kill it. Good thing too because if that thing stung I swear I would've fainted. then we went to a quaint little bookshop where I bought a book about slavery in the U.S. and a pamplet about the civil war. Both of them were a disgrace to history.
Then we went out in search of the shore. There was one gas station, though, that I'll never forget. I was hungry so I went in to get a candy bar - nothing. All the boxes were empty. First time I've ever seen something like it.
So we finally went to the beach right? We had such a blast there - God I love it so much. Then we went souvenir shopping - I picked up my usual souvenir keychain, plus a cute little plush turtle, a nice-looking necklace and some flamingo lights. You know christmas lights? It's like those only with plastic flamingos attached to them. Then we went to a local - and expensive - diner and went home.
I tried to put up my flamingo lights yesterday using sticky tack. No such luck. Guess I'll have to put more holes in my wall with regular tacks (I have purple christmas lights around the computer desk, outlining my door, in the corner and up the side of my dresser). For now, though, the sticky tack will have to remain on my walls in big globs. Hopefully I won't wake up in the middle of the night and mistake them for roaches or something.