It's almost here! My vacation of the summer is just around the corner! My mom brother and I are flying over to Boston where my aunt works. We'll be spending a week there doing all kinds of tourist-y things. So that should be exciting. What I'm really looking forward to is the ocean.
But before we leave for Boston, there's the packing and the getting ready. Packing all your clothes for a week doesn't leave you much for you to wear before you leave. But you have to pack relatively early so we're not rushing at the last minute. But the packing is what's the most frustrating. I'm packing for a week, so I want to bring at least a weeks worth of clothes just in case. My aunt is letting us use her washing machine and dryer, but what happens if my clothes get wet or something and i just need another change of clothes? Yeah, that's what I thought. Bring extra clothes. But now I have hardly any space left over for anything that I might want to bring back.
And on top of that my mom bought my 12-year-old brother a new suitcase because he needs one. So instead of buying him something that is suitable for a boy, she buys him the biggest one that she can find. So I'm stuck with an average size suitcase, while my brother has a huge-ass suitcase and won't end up using half the space inside of it.
But enough venting for now. I just wanted to update you on my upcoming trip. I'll try to post all of my adventures as they happen.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
At Last
Finally, at long last, I have finished the long boring class also known as Driver's Ed. I can't believe that it was only three weeks. It seemed much longer than that, much longer. I mean really, how many movies can you show about drunk driving and watching the signs on the road? We get it. Don't drink and drive and make sure that you can read. It's not that hard people. I can't believe people actually fail that class. The questions on the test require absolutely no brain power whatsoever. I think they should just be a little bit more carefull about who they put on the road because believe me, my cat could pass the test with no problem.
But enough ranting for one day. Let me enlighten you on the things that did go right. I had my first ever driving lesson. Talk about being scared out of your mind. At first I was soo nervous, but my teacher is super nice and he doesnt get mad if you do something wrong. By the end he told me that I was one of his better students (which just made my day). Then I changed seats with the girl I was driving with and "observed". My teacher doesn't really care what we do in the backseat because we're watching an inexperienced driver. So that wouldn't be the best way to learn how to drive. She was okay. She stopped and started to fast, but it was her first time and I did the same thing.
Hopefully I'll get better at this stick shift thing. So far I can't drive that well. Just some time is all I need.
But enough ranting for one day. Let me enlighten you on the things that did go right. I had my first ever driving lesson. Talk about being scared out of your mind. At first I was soo nervous, but my teacher is super nice and he doesnt get mad if you do something wrong. By the end he told me that I was one of his better students (which just made my day). Then I changed seats with the girl I was driving with and "observed". My teacher doesn't really care what we do in the backseat because we're watching an inexperienced driver. So that wouldn't be the best way to learn how to drive. She was okay. She stopped and started to fast, but it was her first time and I did the same thing.
Hopefully I'll get better at this stick shift thing. So far I can't drive that well. Just some time is all I need.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Random Stuff
So this morning I did more thinking than I usually do. (which is weird because I don't really think at all in the morning, I'm usually half asleep.) Like always, my best thinking is done in the bathroom. I know that sounds like TMI, but I was just brushing my teeth. And so I thought up this poem. I haven't quite thought of a name for it yet, but it's done. Just a small little passage nothing mindblowing or anything. So here goes.
some people turn to rock and roll, 'cuz it's the only thing they know
and then they cry the tears they hide, that once just didnt flow.
some people turn to art, to feel the feelings in their heart.
so that they can feel, the things that were there right from the start.
some people write, just in spite of all the hatred that rules the world.
but it's all the same,
we play a game,
to try and hide the pain.
some people turn to rock and roll, 'cuz it's the only thing they know
and then they cry the tears they hide, that once just didnt flow.
some people turn to art, to feel the feelings in their heart.
so that they can feel, the things that were there right from the start.
some people write, just in spite of all the hatred that rules the world.
but it's all the same,
we play a game,
to try and hide the pain.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
4th of July
Happy 4th everyone!
It's yet another holiday to buy worthless crap. (Really, who needs a separate set of towels for one day?) I mean the fireworks and excuse to buy and consume numerous amounts of crappy food and beer isn't all that bad. But when you look at it, I mean really look at it, the real reason for celebration is lost. Instead of celebrating our Independence, Americans consume more alcohol than is necessary. We set off explosives, just because we can, and we cook massive amounts of food that goes uneaten and is wasted and clogs up landfills.
I don't disagree with this holiday whatsoever, I just disagree with the way we acknowledge it. Is it really that hard to remember and honor the men that risked and lost their lives just so that we could become a free nation? Or is that asking too much of the American people? I'm not comdemming the festivites, because I love to go to them too, I would just rather that there be some sort of sole connection to that holiday, rather than an excuse to get out of work.
So on that note, I leave all you Americans with a challenge. Tonight, when you are gazing at your town's fireworks, remember the men that lost their lives. Instead of being caught up in the moment, loose yourself in the moment, remembering that if it weren't for them, than we would be in an entirely different world. Have that beer, be proud to be an American, and above all, remember the brave of yesterday and today.
It's yet another holiday to buy worthless crap. (Really, who needs a separate set of towels for one day?) I mean the fireworks and excuse to buy and consume numerous amounts of crappy food and beer isn't all that bad. But when you look at it, I mean really look at it, the real reason for celebration is lost. Instead of celebrating our Independence, Americans consume more alcohol than is necessary. We set off explosives, just because we can, and we cook massive amounts of food that goes uneaten and is wasted and clogs up landfills.
I don't disagree with this holiday whatsoever, I just disagree with the way we acknowledge it. Is it really that hard to remember and honor the men that risked and lost their lives just so that we could become a free nation? Or is that asking too much of the American people? I'm not comdemming the festivites, because I love to go to them too, I would just rather that there be some sort of sole connection to that holiday, rather than an excuse to get out of work.
So on that note, I leave all you Americans with a challenge. Tonight, when you are gazing at your town's fireworks, remember the men that lost their lives. Instead of being caught up in the moment, loose yourself in the moment, remembering that if it weren't for them, than we would be in an entirely different world. Have that beer, be proud to be an American, and above all, remember the brave of yesterday and today.
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