The day when the word "school" turns into the word "alcohol"...
My brain is officially dead...
My vacation was spent in a car for an amount of time that would turn any person insane, I hardly got to play on my gameboy (Warning: Excessive car trip can result in headaches, vomiting, motion sickness, feverish delusive state, suicide plots, feelings of "dirtiness" while in gas station restrooms coupled with intense feelings of revulsion) and that sucked. We left late on Wednesday, I was ready around 8:20 am and we finally left around 12:30 pm; so I was bored out of my skull waiting for my parents (who said we had to get ready "early") to get their act together. I was crammed in the car (I wouldn't have minded going in our Buick, that has a nice comfortable back seat with plenty of space, but we "had" to rent an SUV). Thanksgiving day wasn't too bad I guess, we did our usual visit to Sundance resort for Thanksgiving brunch (they have more sugary deserts than can be eaten in a day; needless to say I saved room for that mostly). I had to endure "Sense and Sensibility" at the only "good" theater in Provo Utah... we had planned to go see Harry Potter, but that didn't happen for "lack of time". (if I don't finally see it this next Saturday, I will be killing someone, I don't care who! BLOOD SHALL BE SPILLED!!!) On Friday, they took me shopping for junk for my sisters; spending the entire day running around stores and being further bored stiff. Then Saturday (today), we started going home, taking the long way through Wyoming to avoid the ski traffic (I would have preferred that to the longer drive). I slept most of the way simply because it was incredibly dull. We finally got home a little before 7 o'clock pm and found out the moron who was taking care of our house locked the garage door (we keep that unlocked so we can get in the house using just the keypad on the garage door), we had even told her not to touch the lock at all since she was supposed to be coming through the front door anyway. We drove over to their house and discover that they are either asleep or not home (my mom only rings the doorbell once by the way; I was tempted to go out and start hammering the doorbell and banging on the door itself). My mom leaves a message on her answering machine, she just tells her to call back and my dad and I are yelling at her to say she locked the garage door and we can't get in!
I think it's stupid, don't waste time telling her to call back! Tell her she was an idiot and get her to bring over the stupid key! We come back to our house and dad's about ready to get the sledge hammer and start wailing on the door, I wanted to help him too... I wanted back inside our house; I had enough of the crappy car trip. But it turns out he had a set of keys to the front door in his laptop bag, so that went well.
Oh well, I'm home and but I'm not exactly tired since I slept so much in the car. I did think of a new story to write while on Vacation: "The Facade of Aaron Cale", I'm just on a sociopath kick recently so the main character is going to go around killing people's girlfriends leaving hanging, bloodstained roses.
My vacation was spent in a car for an amount of time that would turn any person insane, I hardly got to play on my gameboy (Warning: Excessive car trip can result in headaches, vomiting, motion sickness, feverish delusive state, suicide plots, feelings of "dirtiness" while in gas station restrooms coupled with intense feelings of revulsion) and that sucked. We left late on Wednesday, I was ready around 8:20 am and we finally left around 12:30 pm; so I was bored out of my skull waiting for my parents (who said we had to get ready "early") to get their act together. I was crammed in the car (I wouldn't have minded going in our Buick, that has a nice comfortable back seat with plenty of space, but we "had" to rent an SUV). Thanksgiving day wasn't too bad I guess, we did our usual visit to Sundance resort for Thanksgiving brunch (they have more sugary deserts than can be eaten in a day; needless to say I saved room for that mostly). I had to endure "Sense and Sensibility" at the only "good" theater in Provo Utah... we had planned to go see Harry Potter, but that didn't happen for "lack of time". (if I don't finally see it this next Saturday, I will be killing someone, I don't care who! BLOOD SHALL BE SPILLED!!!) On Friday, they took me shopping for junk for my sisters; spending the entire day running around stores and being further bored stiff. Then Saturday (today), we started going home, taking the long way through Wyoming to avoid the ski traffic (I would have preferred that to the longer drive). I slept most of the way simply because it was incredibly dull. We finally got home a little before 7 o'clock pm and found out the moron who was taking care of our house locked the garage door (we keep that unlocked so we can get in the house using just the keypad on the garage door), we had even told her not to touch the lock at all since she was supposed to be coming through the front door anyway. We drove over to their house and discover that they are either asleep or not home (my mom only rings the doorbell once by the way; I was tempted to go out and start hammering the doorbell and banging on the door itself). My mom leaves a message on her answering machine, she just tells her to call back and my dad and I are yelling at her to say she locked the garage door and we can't get in!
I think it's stupid, don't waste time telling her to call back! Tell her she was an idiot and get her to bring over the stupid key! We come back to our house and dad's about ready to get the sledge hammer and start wailing on the door, I wanted to help him too... I wanted back inside our house; I had enough of the crappy car trip. But it turns out he had a set of keys to the front door in his laptop bag, so that went well.
Oh well, I'm home and but I'm not exactly tired since I slept so much in the car. I did think of a new story to write while on Vacation: "The Facade of Aaron Cale", I'm just on a sociopath kick recently so the main character is going to go around killing people's girlfriends leaving hanging, bloodstained roses.