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Been a while. But I've been everywhere lately trying to live a little before I die. Okay, that's dramatic, before I'm disabled by doctors and surgeries.
Took Larissa, RikiAnn, and Charman to the Guadalupe for a nice tubing trip. I will not type or relive those moments again, as I hope to forget them as soon as my mind will let me. But for anyone interested in a quick undetailed version : dropped in the bad part of the river by lazy company, told us 4 hr trip - turned to a 8 hr trip thru hell, lost shoes, keys, cut up legs, lost tubes, got bitched out by damn tube people about stealing tubes and purposely spending longer in the river, spent 4 hours in the dark waiting for keys. As to not be saddened, we tried our hardest to make the most of the chaos. NEVER EVER GO TO RIO RAFT if you float the river.
Spent all my money on the girls to see the Village, but that was fair because I promised them we'd go after the river, just turned out to be the next day. We had fun. I forget how "friendly" 13 year olds can be when any guy is around between 12 and 22. I don't remember trying to ever pick up anyone older than my age though. Perhaps that was a different time. I hope not too different though.
Went to Dallas to hang out with Patrick's family. Got to play old school MegaMan, which is totally cool. I like being up there because everything is so relaxing. Even when they make me do the dishes. jk..I volunteer for that. Chores are never chores when over at someone elses house. I think it's because routine is bad. As much as some people insist routine is good or safe, it's at least annoying. OH yeah, we played Canasta. That game is so fun, but I can never win. Went out for Chinese to celebrate Nicole's Gold Award for Girl Scouts, and then went ice skating at the Stars Center. I don't think I'll ever learn to ice skate. They say you learn better and faster when you're younger, but I think there is still a chance for my uncoordinated self. Well, when I'm not being run off the ice by 3 year olds doing tricks.
Went to the doctors. He went over all my pre op procedures and whatnot. They sounded a LOT better when the surgery was further away, but now its scary. "We can't stop the bleeding so just let it run", "brain fluid will come out and make your mouth salty", "needles around your wrists"...scary as shit. I don't want to be in the hospital. If I see a tray of jello wriggling towards me I don't know what I'm going to do. I would have never in a million years guessed there'd ever be a razor and a vacuum stuck up my nose for any kind of purpose. So I'm trying not to think of that for now.
Getting ready to go to New York to see my Gramma with my dad. 50 hours in a truck with my dad should be pretty interesting. I can't imagine what it's going to be like. Or at my aunts and uncles who I havent seen in years. I feel like I should be more of an adult by now, but when I think about visiting my gramma I feel like a little bored kid. Adults can do whatever they want (in a kids perspective) and I've never had that option other times I've been in New York. At least it will be an experience I can tack on to those infamous life lessons - those trademark memories or feelings that you don't mean to remember, but just happens that way.
I am bored and I want to get out and do something crazy. Too bad this is College Station. Me and Scott are listening to sound clips for Napoleon Dynamite and I think I'm going to pee my pants.
Took Larissa, RikiAnn, and Charman to the Guadalupe for a nice tubing trip. I will not type or relive those moments again, as I hope to forget them as soon as my mind will let me. But for anyone interested in a quick undetailed version : dropped in the bad part of the river by lazy company, told us 4 hr trip - turned to a 8 hr trip thru hell, lost shoes, keys, cut up legs, lost tubes, got bitched out by damn tube people about stealing tubes and purposely spending longer in the river, spent 4 hours in the dark waiting for keys. As to not be saddened, we tried our hardest to make the most of the chaos. NEVER EVER GO TO RIO RAFT if you float the river.
Spent all my money on the girls to see the Village, but that was fair because I promised them we'd go after the river, just turned out to be the next day. We had fun. I forget how "friendly" 13 year olds can be when any guy is around between 12 and 22. I don't remember trying to ever pick up anyone older than my age though. Perhaps that was a different time. I hope not too different though.
Went to Dallas to hang out with Patrick's family. Got to play old school MegaMan, which is totally cool. I like being up there because everything is so relaxing. Even when they make me do the dishes. jk..I volunteer for that. Chores are never chores when over at someone elses house. I think it's because routine is bad. As much as some people insist routine is good or safe, it's at least annoying. OH yeah, we played Canasta. That game is so fun, but I can never win. Went out for Chinese to celebrate Nicole's Gold Award for Girl Scouts, and then went ice skating at the Stars Center. I don't think I'll ever learn to ice skate. They say you learn better and faster when you're younger, but I think there is still a chance for my uncoordinated self. Well, when I'm not being run off the ice by 3 year olds doing tricks.
Went to the doctors. He went over all my pre op procedures and whatnot. They sounded a LOT better when the surgery was further away, but now its scary. "We can't stop the bleeding so just let it run", "brain fluid will come out and make your mouth salty", "needles around your wrists"...scary as shit. I don't want to be in the hospital. If I see a tray of jello wriggling towards me I don't know what I'm going to do. I would have never in a million years guessed there'd ever be a razor and a vacuum stuck up my nose for any kind of purpose. So I'm trying not to think of that for now.
Getting ready to go to New York to see my Gramma with my dad. 50 hours in a truck with my dad should be pretty interesting. I can't imagine what it's going to be like. Or at my aunts and uncles who I havent seen in years. I feel like I should be more of an adult by now, but when I think about visiting my gramma I feel like a little bored kid. Adults can do whatever they want (in a kids perspective) and I've never had that option other times I've been in New York. At least it will be an experience I can tack on to those infamous life lessons - those trademark memories or feelings that you don't mean to remember, but just happens that way.
I am bored and I want to get out and do something crazy. Too bad this is College Station. Me and Scott are listening to sound clips for Napoleon Dynamite and I think I'm going to pee my pants.