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I was on vacation! But I don't think anyone knows the difference since I have gotten to the point where I update at least one a week. If that. Ha.
Anyways. Vacation started something like this. Protestors? Activists? Protestors with a six foot long inflatable...ah, well, penis. Apparently, they were trying to get marijuana legalized, but there was a little gay pride in there too. This is not something you see walking up the road every day now. Asses were laughed for hours. The cameras (sadly?) were all packed away at the time we saw these folks, so no pictures.
It also rained almost the entire week and was cold too. Cold! In the middle of JULY. It was a travesty, really, so we spent most of the time in the cabin, Rocky (__silent_wishes) and I watching movies and anime (mostly Ouran Host Club) while I had shit fits because my Red vs. Blue disks were refusing to work (you know what? We got home and they worked just fine. Someone is going to pay). So, in the midst of our rainy weather-ness, there were two trips to North Conway. One for coffee for Taylor because we know how she loves a good brew and another just to waste some time (we wound up taking the two hour train ride to Bartlett because I love trains, well, riding old ones at least. I nearly screamed when the steam engine unhooked and they put the disel monster on 'cos that sucker is six different kinds of loud).
I am working on watching LOST, which we started due to the rain (this is getting pathetic...) and Black Lagoon. Plans were discussed for Anime Boston. Fan art was made. The rain was cursed. I came pretty closed to buying a WWII infantry helmet and a Boston record. Rocky got a sunburn (but not really, because she was looking at colleges, wink wink). We also managed to pass a great deal of nice-looking ski resorts that we haven't gone to yet. Most, apparently, on the virtue of their being too small. I think Rocky needs to come to Mount Snow with us, which is, oddly enough, the only place I've been to where I don't know where the bunny slope is. She could ski. Skiers don't seem to fall down nearly as much. Ha ha.
And, you know what? If my dad actually offers to take me to see Rascal Flatts, I think I should go. Though I haven't the faintest idea how he knows that Rascal Flatts are going to be in town or how a country concert works. I imagine it's a lot less violent, but...I still feel a little confused. I dunno. I'd just be nice to go to a concert. :)
Anyways. Vacation started something like this. Protestors? Activists? Protestors with a six foot long inflatable...ah, well, penis. Apparently, they were trying to get marijuana legalized, but there was a little gay pride in there too. This is not something you see walking up the road every day now. Asses were laughed for hours. The cameras (sadly?) were all packed away at the time we saw these folks, so no pictures.
It also rained almost the entire week and was cold too. Cold! In the middle of JULY. It was a travesty, really, so we spent most of the time in the cabin, Rocky (__silent_wishes) and I watching movies and anime (mostly Ouran Host Club) while I had shit fits because my Red vs. Blue disks were refusing to work (you know what? We got home and they worked just fine. Someone is going to pay). So, in the midst of our rainy weather-ness, there were two trips to North Conway. One for coffee for Taylor because we know how she loves a good brew and another just to waste some time (we wound up taking the two hour train ride to Bartlett because I love trains, well, riding old ones at least. I nearly screamed when the steam engine unhooked and they put the disel monster on 'cos that sucker is six different kinds of loud).
I am working on watching LOST, which we started due to the rain (this is getting pathetic...) and Black Lagoon. Plans were discussed for Anime Boston. Fan art was made. The rain was cursed. I came pretty closed to buying a WWII infantry helmet and a Boston record. Rocky got a sunburn (but not really, because she was looking at colleges, wink wink). We also managed to pass a great deal of nice-looking ski resorts that we haven't gone to yet. Most, apparently, on the virtue of their being too small. I think Rocky needs to come to Mount Snow with us, which is, oddly enough, the only place I've been to where I don't know where the bunny slope is. She could ski. Skiers don't seem to fall down nearly as much. Ha ha.
And, you know what? If my dad actually offers to take me to see Rascal Flatts, I think I should go. Though I haven't the faintest idea how he knows that Rascal Flatts are going to be in town or how a country concert works. I imagine it's a lot less violent, but...I still feel a little confused. I dunno. I'd just be nice to go to a concert. :)