here comes the rain again
finally. it's finally going to rain. bout fucking time. this is england, for fucks sake. it's supposed to rain every day. it's supposed to look like a goddamn portishead song out there, all mother-of-pearl sky and bare black tree branches. instead it's like a lousy version of florida. sigh.
speaking of florida, i figured out my mom's riddle. she's taking me on a cruise! well, that exclamation point was superfluous. i'm not that excited about it. search me why. i ought to be, right? i haven't been on a cruise since i was like 3. i think i liked it then. they're meant to be fun. i don't know. i'm just not too keen on actually cruising around. not a big fan of boats, and even less a fan of planned travel. and this is not just planned, it is regimented. cruise lines are the fascist, hump-busting nazi dictators of holiday fun. they tell you where you're going and what you can do when you get there. and if you want to cut out, good luck, because you'll have to fucking swim there. no, i don't think i'm going to like this. i'm only doing it to please my mom, this was all her idea. she loves cruises, she's been on 3 in the last 5 years. i think it's completely insane. maybe i'll change my mind. i hope so. i don't want to be drinking the haterade for the whole trip. i haven't seen my mom since i left for london in january. i'm not going to see her again until december. this cruise is my only chance to spend time with her away from the rest of the family.
(side note: according to my brother, grandma trudy has been behaving very badly as of late. they all went out to dinner at verdi's the other night whilst visiting with grandpa, and it happened to be verdi's entertainment night. during the meal, a woman was going around with a wireless mic and singing italian songs to customers. everyone seemed to be enjoying this. everyone but grandma. she was complaining. loudly. and banging on the table in protest of this poor woman's voice. and jeremy requested volare. oh, how i would have loved to have seen that. i think i might have paid money.)
so, i should make the best of the cruise, as we are sailing away from the insanity on dry land. i guess it's a better way to escape than a ten-hour stint in the most uncomfortable car in history. but i'd still rather take a road trip. i'll have to go after school's over, before the fall semester starts. maybe 2 weeks. still need a car...bahhhh!
speaking of florida, i figured out my mom's riddle. she's taking me on a cruise! well, that exclamation point was superfluous. i'm not that excited about it. search me why. i ought to be, right? i haven't been on a cruise since i was like 3. i think i liked it then. they're meant to be fun. i don't know. i'm just not too keen on actually cruising around. not a big fan of boats, and even less a fan of planned travel. and this is not just planned, it is regimented. cruise lines are the fascist, hump-busting nazi dictators of holiday fun. they tell you where you're going and what you can do when you get there. and if you want to cut out, good luck, because you'll have to fucking swim there. no, i don't think i'm going to like this. i'm only doing it to please my mom, this was all her idea. she loves cruises, she's been on 3 in the last 5 years. i think it's completely insane. maybe i'll change my mind. i hope so. i don't want to be drinking the haterade for the whole trip. i haven't seen my mom since i left for london in january. i'm not going to see her again until december. this cruise is my only chance to spend time with her away from the rest of the family.
(side note: according to my brother, grandma trudy has been behaving very badly as of late. they all went out to dinner at verdi's the other night whilst visiting with grandpa, and it happened to be verdi's entertainment night. during the meal, a woman was going around with a wireless mic and singing italian songs to customers. everyone seemed to be enjoying this. everyone but grandma. she was complaining. loudly. and banging on the table in protest of this poor woman's voice. and jeremy requested volare. oh, how i would have loved to have seen that. i think i might have paid money.)
so, i should make the best of the cruise, as we are sailing away from the insanity on dry land. i guess it's a better way to escape than a ten-hour stint in the most uncomfortable car in history. but i'd still rather take a road trip. i'll have to go after school's over, before the fall semester starts. maybe 2 weeks. still need a car...bahhhh!