Ahh, what a nice filling day. But also, a lack of food. Why does this keep happening to me? I am starving.
All day has pretty much been devoted to my new pet fish. Niffirg and Nadroj. Why can't anybody remember their names? I don't think they're that hard. I woke up early to go to the petstore. I had some bare essentials; A small tank, a fish net, some food, and a bubble thinger. But then I looked over to my side, and woah! Large puppy on a leash next to me. So I move over to the next aisle and Ah! Two large dogs. Also, an extreme lack of items I needed. Why didn't they have those rocks you put at the bottom of the fish bowl? The heck?
But I feel the need to explain the dogs. There were a lot of them, just all of a sudden. It freaked me out really bad, since one of my (outlandish) fears is smallish groups of people/animals in small spaces not doing anything. Don't laugh, it affects my every day life. So with just the few items I had, I checked-out and got the Hell out of there. As it turns out, the store was having a training day for your dogs. How very unlucky for me.
So I dumped my fish into their minimalist tank and gave them a bit of food while I did more research on them. I decided Nadroj was diseased and quarantined him while I researched a cure. As it turns out, he's not sick with what I thought he had. When I came back he was freaking out in his quarantine bowl, so I put him back in the tank. I don't even know. My fish are spaz.
I cleared out a space in my bookcase to be their permanent home. Then I went out on the town, in search of the other pet store that I actually like better because it is more well lit. I bought everything I needed with no problems (other than trying to find a small filter), and set up their tank while they waited in the largest glass we own. It turned out pretty nice, a classic-looking cheapo fish tank. With a huge freaking filter on top. When I put the fish in, they seemed to be more happy than in shock. I think they were hoping they could eat the plants. I put the tank where it goes and plugged in the bubble wand. They seemed outright gleeful. I was worried they'd fear the bubbles, but instead they love the bubbles. The bubbles are more than just their friends, the bubbles are their lovers. Their caretakers. Their family.
Anyhow. Yeah. Fish really freaking love bubbles, it's amazing. After a bit of struggle to find an outlet, I also plugged in the filter. Now, the filter is actually a bit too large for this tank (like, it doesn't really fit), but I figured it doesn't matter since fish poop needs to go somewhere. But then I saw what looked like Niffirg having an upside-down seizure. I know he's a spaz, but I didn't think he was epileptic. It took me all of three seconds to realize it was the water coming out of the filter. Violently pushing my fish around every time they swam up to the tasteful ruins in the center. so I turned it off. And now there's this big plastic hunk of junk hanging off the back of my tank, and I plan to be rid of it tomorrow morning.
Oh God, I can't believe I can talk this much about fish.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Etims
Ahh, what a filling day. Let me start off by listing what I've eaten today.
- Lucky charms
- Toast with butter
- Kettle Corn
I can't believe I can run on so little food and have such full days. But then again, during Portcon I'd often only have a piece of bread for breakfast and a glass of water for dinner. Yum yum yummers.
The family went out today to look at kittens to adopt. We found two adorable little girls. One is gray, the other is a gray tabby.
The gray one is calm, and seemingly smarter than the rest of the kittens in her litter. She wasn't picking on her brothers and sisters, and didn't bounce around doing stupid things. Calm, collected, and calculating. But still playful. She'll bat at things that interest her, and she's very curious and brave. She also comes preprogrammed with a name; Twister. We may decide to get her reprogrammed, and change her name to something that'll work well with the other girly, but Twister sounds like a good name so far.
The gray tabby was put in a huge cage all alone. She's the last of her litter, and all of her brothers and sisters were sold from the garage of her mother's owner. She has the sweetest little face, and is so cute and adorable right now. She'll grow to be a really beautiful cat, since the pattern on her fur is so lovely. When we first saw her, she was cowering in a corner of her cage. She isn't socialized, and lived the two months of her life in a garage, so when little kids would stick their fingers through to pet her, she'd just flinch away a bit, but allow them to touch her. You'd get the feeling looking at her that's she's never really known happiness. How sad. when I held her, she cried really loud. We later decided she just doesn't like change. But once I sat down for a bit, and rubbed her head like I've seen mother cats do, she quieted down. But she shivered really badly. The last time I held a cat that was shaking with fear was when I decided to take Sparkle for a walk, and realized her adventurous personality stops at the property line. The reason we decided she doesn't like change is because every time she'd change arms, she'd oppose. I tried to hand her off to my dad, and she wrapped both of her little front paws around my arm and cried. When he later tried to hand her back, she hung onto his shirt, and cried. I hope she won't always be this noisy.
Gray Tabby doesn't have a name, but dad's thinking Tempest. Twister and Tempest. I'll call 'em Twist and Tampy for short, prolly. I'm a sucker for nicknames. We couldn't bring them home today, since they both need to get fixed. But they'll be in our house on Wednesday, and I am excited. We even bought some climbing furniture for them. Despite the many many cats we've had in the past, we've never bought furniture outside of scratching posts for the cats before. I'm really excited and hope they enjoy it.
Then I went to the Fair with RaeLynn. We were hoping to steal Amber away, since today is her birthday, and treat her to a fun day of cotton candy and spinning rides, but she's out of town. So we shrugged it off, and had fun our own way. We hung out with this kid of about 12 years old (along with girls about my age), who badly wanted to go on ride after ride. All the girlies were being all strict, and not letting him jump at every opportunity. I felt bad, since I wanted to go with him every time he pointed and said "Let's go on that one next!" The girlies would just groan and be all "that ride makes me sick" and then start a conversation about something like not being able to do rides like that since they started puberty and got their periods. Girls are so icky. But Little Kid and I jumped at every chance they gave us to ride a ride. We rode pretty much everything, making my all-day riding pass worth the $25. And I finally got to try out the Zipper.
Normally, everyone's too scared to try that one out with me, and I can't go it alone. I'll never understand how people can be afraid of roller coasters and carnival rides. Things like that just aren't so thrilling to me. *Says the girl who goes zip lining and makes it look like she does this every day.
I won two goldfish at the ball-toss game. Tomorrow I'll be going to the pet store to buy them food and tank supplies, as well as a fish tank. Dad told me that we still have the ten-gallon fish tank somewhere in the attic. But there is no way I'm taking care of that monstrosity for two tiny little feeder goldfish. So I'm just going to buy a nice, small, rectangular thing, and dump my fishies into it. Rae and I also named the two fishies. The one with the really white eyes is named Nadroj, while the really spastic one is named Niffirg. I hope they don't die within the week, or else I'm just going and buying new fish. There's no way I'm plopping down money for food and a tank if I'm not gonna gonna use at least half the food.
- Lucky charms
- Toast with butter
- Kettle Corn
I can't believe I can run on so little food and have such full days. But then again, during Portcon I'd often only have a piece of bread for breakfast and a glass of water for dinner. Yum yum yummers.
The family went out today to look at kittens to adopt. We found two adorable little girls. One is gray, the other is a gray tabby.
The gray one is calm, and seemingly smarter than the rest of the kittens in her litter. She wasn't picking on her brothers and sisters, and didn't bounce around doing stupid things. Calm, collected, and calculating. But still playful. She'll bat at things that interest her, and she's very curious and brave. She also comes preprogrammed with a name; Twister. We may decide to get her reprogrammed, and change her name to something that'll work well with the other girly, but Twister sounds like a good name so far.
The gray tabby was put in a huge cage all alone. She's the last of her litter, and all of her brothers and sisters were sold from the garage of her mother's owner. She has the sweetest little face, and is so cute and adorable right now. She'll grow to be a really beautiful cat, since the pattern on her fur is so lovely. When we first saw her, she was cowering in a corner of her cage. She isn't socialized, and lived the two months of her life in a garage, so when little kids would stick their fingers through to pet her, she'd just flinch away a bit, but allow them to touch her. You'd get the feeling looking at her that's she's never really known happiness. How sad. when I held her, she cried really loud. We later decided she just doesn't like change. But once I sat down for a bit, and rubbed her head like I've seen mother cats do, she quieted down. But she shivered really badly. The last time I held a cat that was shaking with fear was when I decided to take Sparkle for a walk, and realized her adventurous personality stops at the property line. The reason we decided she doesn't like change is because every time she'd change arms, she'd oppose. I tried to hand her off to my dad, and she wrapped both of her little front paws around my arm and cried. When he later tried to hand her back, she hung onto his shirt, and cried. I hope she won't always be this noisy.
Gray Tabby doesn't have a name, but dad's thinking Tempest. Twister and Tempest. I'll call 'em Twist and Tampy for short, prolly. I'm a sucker for nicknames. We couldn't bring them home today, since they both need to get fixed. But they'll be in our house on Wednesday, and I am excited. We even bought some climbing furniture for them. Despite the many many cats we've had in the past, we've never bought furniture outside of scratching posts for the cats before. I'm really excited and hope they enjoy it.
Then I went to the Fair with RaeLynn. We were hoping to steal Amber away, since today is her birthday, and treat her to a fun day of cotton candy and spinning rides, but she's out of town. So we shrugged it off, and had fun our own way. We hung out with this kid of about 12 years old (along with girls about my age), who badly wanted to go on ride after ride. All the girlies were being all strict, and not letting him jump at every opportunity. I felt bad, since I wanted to go with him every time he pointed and said "Let's go on that one next!" The girlies would just groan and be all "that ride makes me sick" and then start a conversation about something like not being able to do rides like that since they started puberty and got their periods. Girls are so icky. But Little Kid and I jumped at every chance they gave us to ride a ride. We rode pretty much everything, making my all-day riding pass worth the $25. And I finally got to try out the Zipper.
Normally, everyone's too scared to try that one out with me, and I can't go it alone. I'll never understand how people can be afraid of roller coasters and carnival rides. Things like that just aren't so thrilling to me. *Says the girl who goes zip lining and makes it look like she does this every day.
I won two goldfish at the ball-toss game. Tomorrow I'll be going to the pet store to buy them food and tank supplies, as well as a fish tank. Dad told me that we still have the ten-gallon fish tank somewhere in the attic. But there is no way I'm taking care of that monstrosity for two tiny little feeder goldfish. So I'm just going to buy a nice, small, rectangular thing, and dump my fishies into it. Rae and I also named the two fishies. The one with the really white eyes is named Nadroj, while the really spastic one is named Niffirg. I hope they don't die within the week, or else I'm just going and buying new fish. There's no way I'm plopping down money for food and a tank if I'm not gonna gonna use at least half the food.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Worshington
Oh thank God I am back home. I can't wait to sleep tonight, as well as shower.
Also: Warning. Long post ahead. Let me list out what I write about:
- I got to ride a train
- Grandma on my dad's side is old but awesome
- I go to Glacier National Park
- I hike a lot in Glacier
- I nearly die riding a horse in a storm
- I go whitewater rafting in said storm
- I ride the train yet again.
We took a train over to Montana. Like a clickety-clack clickety-clack wooo-wooooo train. we arrived in East Glacier. I love trains, so getting to ride one was a treat for me. We got two rooms on a sleeper car, since our ride was overnight, and my parents refuse to sleep in chairs if they can help it. I took a ton of pictures out my window of the view while we were still in Washington. I just barely managed not to take a picture of what looked to be a Nudists-Over-Ninety Beach Party that was going on. Who the Hell strolls around a Seattle beach naked? The water here is below freezing.
In the evening we got to eat in the dining car. The booths seat four, and I was in a party of three with my family, so they stuck a party of one in the spot next to me. This extra party turned out to be a nice man named John who was from Great Britain. He tried his best to explain Cricket to me, but I'm still pretty confused. It also turned out that he works in the train industry, and was traveling across America by train for a vacation. His room was right across from my parents', so when they got drunk and noisy in the evening, he helped them put their beds together to encourage them to sleep. Smart, smart man.
Sleeping on a train is the opposite of restful. Just so you know. Also, the next morning for breakfast, John was randomly seated with us again. How good for us, since we rather enjoyed his company.
We spent a couple days in Great Falls, Montana, visiting my grandmother (My father's mother) for her birthday. She is now 96. My grandmother also rocks at Bingo, can put away food like nobody's business and still be skinny like Kelly, can hold her own in a game of cards, and is rather pretty for a woman her age. Which is lucky for me, because we look a lot alike. After a couple days in the city, we went over to Glacier.
... If you're not a Montanan, or know anybody from Montana, then you should know I mean Glacier National Park. To be specific, West Glacier.
There, my grandparents (My mother's parents) are working at Many Glacier for the summer. Grandma behind the front desk, Grandpa behind the cashier's desk. They took us on a lot of fun hikes over the next couple days and seriously wore me out. The third day started out a lot of fun with a hike to this beautiful waterfall. It didn't look like much, but I felt adventurous, so I adhered myself to the rocks and climbed up. The farther I went, the more waterfalls I found. Looking back, I can't believe I let myself cross this narrow not so much a ledge as a point outcropping of rock. One side was a sheet 20ft drop onto a cube-shaped rock, the other side crashing water. Okay, maybe not crashing, but swiftly moving. After balancing, shimmying, and gripping my way to the top, there was this 80-year-old man and his wife. There was a nice, gently sloping trail up to the top of the stupid waterfall. But oh well, because you couldn't see the triple-waterfall thinger unless you climbed some rocks. So nyeh.
Later that day, Grandma took me on a two-hour horseback ride. I like horses, and have a lot of experience with riding them. Grandma and I both worried we would get too hot while hiding in the sun, so we brought plenty of water and dressed for the sun. About 10 minutes in, little droplets of water came down from the sky. (No problem for a Washingtonian like me!) about 30 minutes in, we listened to the thunder crash again the mountains. An hour in and it was raining sideways, horses were running off and trying to buck off their riders, I lost feeling to my hands, and we were completely in the open with no protection from the weather. I didn't really start to worry, though, until I realized the rain didn't feel like needles anymore. I was too cold to feel it hitting me anymore. My horse was a real sweetie-pie, requiring only gentle nudges to the side to make him move, and only a slight pop of the reins to make him stop eating. When the other horses were taking control, he stood there patiently, not even bothering to turn his rump towards the rain like horses do naturally. Something spooked him once, though, and he started to run off in a random direction. But turning him back around was really no problem, since he was such a nice horse I didn't even have to force his head to the side to get him to turn, just pull his reins to the side a bit.
Grandma and I got completely soaked. When it rains like that, you'd expect everything except the spot you were sitting to get wet. But the water penetrated my jeans so completely that even that spot I was sitting was nice and wet. We were both shaking violently, and hypothermia was a real threat. Grandma actually managed to warm up a little bit while in the car, while I noticed when I wrapped up in a towel that I wasn't giving off any heat. she drove me back to my room, where we found that the power had gone out. Despite the fact that you're not allowed to take a shower there while the power is out, I took a really long, really hot shower. I do think it saved my life.
The storm continued for the rest of our trip. But that didn't stop us from going whitewater rafting. We put on wet suits, fleece, and rain gear, and paddled out with our guide on this nice stretch of river. It was wicked fun, the the rain let up a bit for us. We took with us a friend my grandmother had made while working. Her name was Lindsey, and she was just a little older than me. She wanted to go rafting all summer, but couldn't get a ride over to East Glacier. She really helped to make the trip a lot of fun. Our guide for the trip was named Kelly. She said she couldn't understand why anyone would want to go rafting on a day like that. When we told her we were all from Washington, thusly live in weather like that, she got really excited. She reads the series Twilight, which is based in Forks, Washington. The entire time we were out, she couldn't help but think about how much the weather reminded her of that book. So we regaled her with stories about the real Forks, Washington, while we paddled for our lives. Afterwards, she made us buffalo burgers and we all had a lovely dinner by the river.
Also, the rain was a different temperature than the river. So in the calm parts of the river, the rainwater would bead up on the surface, and just float around like pearls. It was amazing.
Rain rain rain, we headed back out to the train. Travel travel travel, I spied a hot-air balloon over some lovely green fields with little cottages and a forest not so far off. It was a nice view from my window on the train, but it must have been just as cool being up in that balloon and watching a train go by. Travel some more, another sleepless night on the train, and I am back home.
Tomorrow, I take a friend out to the fair for her birthday. Unless I screwed up, and she is actually in Pennsylvania. Then, I go out with my mother to find some kittens to adopt.
Also: Warning. Long post ahead. Let me list out what I write about:
- I got to ride a train
- Grandma on my dad's side is old but awesome
- I go to Glacier National Park
- I hike a lot in Glacier
- I nearly die riding a horse in a storm
- I go whitewater rafting in said storm
- I ride the train yet again.
We took a train over to Montana. Like a clickety-clack clickety-clack wooo-wooooo train. we arrived in East Glacier. I love trains, so getting to ride one was a treat for me. We got two rooms on a sleeper car, since our ride was overnight, and my parents refuse to sleep in chairs if they can help it. I took a ton of pictures out my window of the view while we were still in Washington. I just barely managed not to take a picture of what looked to be a Nudists-Over-Ninety Beach Party that was going on. Who the Hell strolls around a Seattle beach naked? The water here is below freezing.
In the evening we got to eat in the dining car. The booths seat four, and I was in a party of three with my family, so they stuck a party of one in the spot next to me. This extra party turned out to be a nice man named John who was from Great Britain. He tried his best to explain Cricket to me, but I'm still pretty confused. It also turned out that he works in the train industry, and was traveling across America by train for a vacation. His room was right across from my parents', so when they got drunk and noisy in the evening, he helped them put their beds together to encourage them to sleep. Smart, smart man.
Sleeping on a train is the opposite of restful. Just so you know. Also, the next morning for breakfast, John was randomly seated with us again. How good for us, since we rather enjoyed his company.
We spent a couple days in Great Falls, Montana, visiting my grandmother (My father's mother) for her birthday. She is now 96. My grandmother also rocks at Bingo, can put away food like nobody's business and still be skinny like Kelly, can hold her own in a game of cards, and is rather pretty for a woman her age. Which is lucky for me, because we look a lot alike. After a couple days in the city, we went over to Glacier.
... If you're not a Montanan, or know anybody from Montana, then you should know I mean Glacier National Park. To be specific, West Glacier.
There, my grandparents (My mother's parents) are working at Many Glacier for the summer. Grandma behind the front desk, Grandpa behind the cashier's desk. They took us on a lot of fun hikes over the next couple days and seriously wore me out. The third day started out a lot of fun with a hike to this beautiful waterfall. It didn't look like much, but I felt adventurous, so I adhered myself to the rocks and climbed up. The farther I went, the more waterfalls I found. Looking back, I can't believe I let myself cross this narrow not so much a ledge as a point outcropping of rock. One side was a sheet 20ft drop onto a cube-shaped rock, the other side crashing water. Okay, maybe not crashing, but swiftly moving. After balancing, shimmying, and gripping my way to the top, there was this 80-year-old man and his wife. There was a nice, gently sloping trail up to the top of the stupid waterfall. But oh well, because you couldn't see the triple-waterfall thinger unless you climbed some rocks. So nyeh.
Later that day, Grandma took me on a two-hour horseback ride. I like horses, and have a lot of experience with riding them. Grandma and I both worried we would get too hot while hiding in the sun, so we brought plenty of water and dressed for the sun. About 10 minutes in, little droplets of water came down from the sky. (No problem for a Washingtonian like me!) about 30 minutes in, we listened to the thunder crash again the mountains. An hour in and it was raining sideways, horses were running off and trying to buck off their riders, I lost feeling to my hands, and we were completely in the open with no protection from the weather. I didn't really start to worry, though, until I realized the rain didn't feel like needles anymore. I was too cold to feel it hitting me anymore. My horse was a real sweetie-pie, requiring only gentle nudges to the side to make him move, and only a slight pop of the reins to make him stop eating. When the other horses were taking control, he stood there patiently, not even bothering to turn his rump towards the rain like horses do naturally. Something spooked him once, though, and he started to run off in a random direction. But turning him back around was really no problem, since he was such a nice horse I didn't even have to force his head to the side to get him to turn, just pull his reins to the side a bit.
Grandma and I got completely soaked. When it rains like that, you'd expect everything except the spot you were sitting to get wet. But the water penetrated my jeans so completely that even that spot I was sitting was nice and wet. We were both shaking violently, and hypothermia was a real threat. Grandma actually managed to warm up a little bit while in the car, while I noticed when I wrapped up in a towel that I wasn't giving off any heat. she drove me back to my room, where we found that the power had gone out. Despite the fact that you're not allowed to take a shower there while the power is out, I took a really long, really hot shower. I do think it saved my life.
The storm continued for the rest of our trip. But that didn't stop us from going whitewater rafting. We put on wet suits, fleece, and rain gear, and paddled out with our guide on this nice stretch of river. It was wicked fun, the the rain let up a bit for us. We took with us a friend my grandmother had made while working. Her name was Lindsey, and she was just a little older than me. She wanted to go rafting all summer, but couldn't get a ride over to East Glacier. She really helped to make the trip a lot of fun. Our guide for the trip was named Kelly. She said she couldn't understand why anyone would want to go rafting on a day like that. When we told her we were all from Washington, thusly live in weather like that, she got really excited. She reads the series Twilight, which is based in Forks, Washington. The entire time we were out, she couldn't help but think about how much the weather reminded her of that book. So we regaled her with stories about the real Forks, Washington, while we paddled for our lives. Afterwards, she made us buffalo burgers and we all had a lovely dinner by the river.
Also, the rain was a different temperature than the river. So in the calm parts of the river, the rainwater would bead up on the surface, and just float around like pearls. It was amazing.
Rain rain rain, we headed back out to the train. Travel travel travel, I spied a hot-air balloon over some lovely green fields with little cottages and a forest not so far off. It was a nice view from my window on the train, but it must have been just as cool being up in that balloon and watching a train go by. Travel some more, another sleepless night on the train, and I am back home.
Tomorrow, I take a friend out to the fair for her birthday. Unless I screwed up, and she is actually in Pennsylvania. Then, I go out with my mother to find some kittens to adopt.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Montana
I'm totaly in Montana right now. And boy do I have a lot to say about the train ride over. But I'm just too lazy to type it all out on my iPod. Hah!
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
#892121
Augh, oh my God. I don't want to go on this trip. I leave in about three hours. My mother has been running around singing and dancing, saying things like "Oh, this is going to be so much fun!" She's way too excited for a trip to Montana. I guess she just really likes vast expanses of trees. You know, since we are going to a foresty area. And we live in a foresty area.
Hopefully, this time around, every place we visit doesn't burn down after we leave. Have I ever mentioned that? Last time we went to Glacier National Park, about and hour after we left an area it would burst into flames. Fwoosh!
I don't know if any electronical services will be available to me, such as internet or phone reception. But you'll know right away if there is, since I will probably feel compelled to make a post that's something like "Oh my God I saw a deer. This place is just like home, but hotter!"
Oh, and sorry about yesterday's post. I swear, for the past five years, I have been fighting the urge to take a picture of my dinner and write a journal about it. Yesterday, I finally gave in.
Hopefully, this time around, every place we visit doesn't burn down after we leave. Have I ever mentioned that? Last time we went to Glacier National Park, about and hour after we left an area it would burst into flames. Fwoosh!
I don't know if any electronical services will be available to me, such as internet or phone reception. But you'll know right away if there is, since I will probably feel compelled to make a post that's something like "Oh my God I saw a deer. This place is just like home, but hotter!"
Oh, and sorry about yesterday's post. I swear, for the past five years, I have been fighting the urge to take a picture of my dinner and write a journal about it. Yesterday, I finally gave in.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Seriously
Oh man you guys I am so hungry right now it is not even funny
*Lack of proper punctuation makes me think this sentence is hilarious.
Hah, but no, seriously. I am the hungriest person. And this is my dinner for tonight:
I shouldn't complain, I served myself these portions. Because to me, this is a lot of food.
Oh, the woes of a tiny stomach.
*Lack of proper punctuation makes me think this sentence is hilarious.
Hah, but no, seriously. I am the hungriest person. And this is my dinner for tonight:
I shouldn't complain, I served myself these portions. Because to me, this is a lot of food.
Oh, the woes of a tiny stomach.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Unicron
Lately, I've been feeling under appreciated by my parents.
Though, I suppose we have been on tense terms for the past ten years.
On Wednesday, I leave for yet another vacation. I'd be excited about this one, except I'm not all too fond of the destination. But you see, we're going to be riding a train. On a railroad. I've never been on a train before (Outside of bullet trains and subways), and I'm excited for the experience. But we're going to Glacier National Park, which I found out through personal experience isn't all that great. And we're really only going so that we can visit our grandparents, who have a job there now.
While I love my grandparents, there's really nothing for me to do with them. I usually end up sitting politely for eight hours while they talk about wine with my parents. If I'm lucky we'll watch some television, or play a board game. But I won't be lucky this time, since my grandparents are living in a log cabin in the woods, or something. Sigh. Just thinking about it bores me.
Though, I suppose we have been on tense terms for the past ten years.
On Wednesday, I leave for yet another vacation. I'd be excited about this one, except I'm not all too fond of the destination. But you see, we're going to be riding a train. On a railroad. I've never been on a train before (Outside of bullet trains and subways), and I'm excited for the experience. But we're going to Glacier National Park, which I found out through personal experience isn't all that great. And we're really only going so that we can visit our grandparents, who have a job there now.
While I love my grandparents, there's really nothing for me to do with them. I usually end up sitting politely for eight hours while they talk about wine with my parents. If I'm lucky we'll watch some television, or play a board game. But I won't be lucky this time, since my grandparents are living in a log cabin in the woods, or something. Sigh. Just thinking about it bores me.
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