Where's San Fransisco?
I think I can give someone directions there now (take 1st or 85th highway thingie all the way up until you drive into the ocean, come back and park.
We're actually staying in Mountain View and haven't even been to San Fransisco yet... today, we went to Santa Cruz, which sucks miserably... I hard the worst fried shrimp ever there and my ice cream melted and dripped all over me even though it was only about 70-75 degrees...
Any way, weird day:
Andy drove us to the airport... I hope everyone understands that my brother is a worse driver then me at my bad times... he still doesn't know exactly what 215 and I15 are (for non-utahns, it's like dc's beltway, you really can't miss them...) Okay, so I still can't remember which one is Fort Union and which one is Highland, but I live at the intersection, no one in slc has an excuse not to be able to tell I-80 apart from 215 apart from I-15... anyway, andy sucks. I hope he didn't get lost getting home... when he gets lost, he can't allways find his way back... because he was driving my car and I want it back. Okay, then our flight gets canceled, we were using the autamtic electronic teckiting, so it didn't even tell us it changed our flight for the next morning and the guy who took our bags had to tell us, so we changed our flight to the next city over (barely 20 miles away from our original airport), then grandma found a digital camera in the women's bathroom... I feel really bad for it's owners, because we just gave it to the security people... they are probably gonna blow it up or sell it on ebay... then we got on the plane... it was the first time I have ever sat next to mom on a plane... would you believe that? for flying on an average of 8 planes a year (mostly because of connect flights), I have never sat next to mom, I've only been on the same plane as her maybe twice...
Okay, so then we get lost, because we came out of a different airport... went south instead of north, almost got to los angelos, and the car lights wouldn't turn on unless their was a door open... and we went to "in and out burger"... that place sucks, I do not understand why californians like it.
So yeah, eventually we got here... today, we went to Redwood National park on the way to that hell hole... the trees were gorgeouse... many of them grew in circles because they grew around an older tree that eventually decayed away, leaving a whole between trees... it's such a perfect place for a pagan ritual! you could fit a decent-sized coven into one of these circles... better yet were the trees with the holes in the them... trees with creveses as wide as my bathroom... one tree had a crevice the maybe 14 feet wide of so... it was huge... I was afraid to touch it, as if it wasn't real... some of the tress, the wholes had several openings... and they were still living fine, there was a picture taken 70 years ago of a guy who parked his car inside of a tree hanging next to the tree he parked it in... these trees were so big you couldn't see their tops, they just kept going... several were more then 300 feet tall... and I climbed a dead tree about 30 feet up in high heels (I rule) but yeah... awsome trees... made me feel really good... I've always been upset because I've never been amazed by nature, but this did it. I'm amazed... truly amazed...
the hell hole could have been better, if we didn't eat at the crappy restaurant, or even if the road hadn't been so sickeningly curvy... I got very very tired from it all... after such trees, I just wanted to rest, but mom kept bugging me... I love her and all, but she keeps pushing buttons that make me cry... I don't get it... does she do it on purpose, or does she really think I'm that sick? (she keeps thinking I'm sick all the time... ok, I've been kinda sick for the last month, but not that sick...) but yeah, first time I've ever seen the pacific, but it was just the bay though... it was foggy enough so you couldn't really see the other side... anyway, it sucked, I still despise sand, and I'm tired again... I'm glad not to have school tomorrow because I don't think the weekend has really started... I can't wait to actually see san fransisco!
I made a list of stuff that makes me happy: cute fuzzballs like cats, giant trees, having exactly the right food for my craving, birthday cards (my birthday is tomorrow ^_^ wait, today!), horse-playing in the middle of the night, having the energy to get things done, finishing a painting/drawing, finishing anything... a good dream, waking up at my own pace, sleep overs, looking really good, good music, being able to pay for random things (even for other people), the wind, floating in water, a truly clear night sky (no smog, grrr)... sleep, when people really care, forests, rivers, soft warm rain, talking for hours and hours and hours...
the trees look like they are dripping giant red candle wax...
We're actually staying in Mountain View and haven't even been to San Fransisco yet... today, we went to Santa Cruz, which sucks miserably... I hard the worst fried shrimp ever there and my ice cream melted and dripped all over me even though it was only about 70-75 degrees...
Any way, weird day:
Andy drove us to the airport... I hope everyone understands that my brother is a worse driver then me at my bad times... he still doesn't know exactly what 215 and I15 are (for non-utahns, it's like dc's beltway, you really can't miss them...) Okay, so I still can't remember which one is Fort Union and which one is Highland, but I live at the intersection, no one in slc has an excuse not to be able to tell I-80 apart from 215 apart from I-15... anyway, andy sucks. I hope he didn't get lost getting home... when he gets lost, he can't allways find his way back... because he was driving my car and I want it back. Okay, then our flight gets canceled, we were using the autamtic electronic teckiting, so it didn't even tell us it changed our flight for the next morning and the guy who took our bags had to tell us, so we changed our flight to the next city over (barely 20 miles away from our original airport), then grandma found a digital camera in the women's bathroom... I feel really bad for it's owners, because we just gave it to the security people... they are probably gonna blow it up or sell it on ebay... then we got on the plane... it was the first time I have ever sat next to mom on a plane... would you believe that? for flying on an average of 8 planes a year (mostly because of connect flights), I have never sat next to mom, I've only been on the same plane as her maybe twice...
Okay, so then we get lost, because we came out of a different airport... went south instead of north, almost got to los angelos, and the car lights wouldn't turn on unless their was a door open... and we went to "in and out burger"... that place sucks, I do not understand why californians like it.
So yeah, eventually we got here... today, we went to Redwood National park on the way to that hell hole... the trees were gorgeouse... many of them grew in circles because they grew around an older tree that eventually decayed away, leaving a whole between trees... it's such a perfect place for a pagan ritual! you could fit a decent-sized coven into one of these circles... better yet were the trees with the holes in the them... trees with creveses as wide as my bathroom... one tree had a crevice the maybe 14 feet wide of so... it was huge... I was afraid to touch it, as if it wasn't real... some of the tress, the wholes had several openings... and they were still living fine, there was a picture taken 70 years ago of a guy who parked his car inside of a tree hanging next to the tree he parked it in... these trees were so big you couldn't see their tops, they just kept going... several were more then 300 feet tall... and I climbed a dead tree about 30 feet up in high heels (I rule) but yeah... awsome trees... made me feel really good... I've always been upset because I've never been amazed by nature, but this did it. I'm amazed... truly amazed...
the hell hole could have been better, if we didn't eat at the crappy restaurant, or even if the road hadn't been so sickeningly curvy... I got very very tired from it all... after such trees, I just wanted to rest, but mom kept bugging me... I love her and all, but she keeps pushing buttons that make me cry... I don't get it... does she do it on purpose, or does she really think I'm that sick? (she keeps thinking I'm sick all the time... ok, I've been kinda sick for the last month, but not that sick...) but yeah, first time I've ever seen the pacific, but it was just the bay though... it was foggy enough so you couldn't really see the other side... anyway, it sucked, I still despise sand, and I'm tired again... I'm glad not to have school tomorrow because I don't think the weekend has really started... I can't wait to actually see san fransisco!
I made a list of stuff that makes me happy: cute fuzzballs like cats, giant trees, having exactly the right food for my craving, birthday cards (my birthday is tomorrow ^_^ wait, today!), horse-playing in the middle of the night, having the energy to get things done, finishing a painting/drawing, finishing anything... a good dream, waking up at my own pace, sleep overs, looking really good, good music, being able to pay for random things (even for other people), the wind, floating in water, a truly clear night sky (no smog, grrr)... sleep, when people really care, forests, rivers, soft warm rain, talking for hours and hours and hours...
the trees look like they are dripping giant red candle wax...