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I almost caught a seagull.
Catch your attention? Haha. I bet I did! Seriously, though. Almost caught a seagull. Down at the Cape. Saturday was wicked windy, so not too many people at the beach. A young (albeit not small) seagull landed near us and was seemingly looking for a handout. An older seagull came and chased it off, into the wind. As it slowly drifted over me I (sitting at the moment) jumped up. It turned into the wind, but I did hit its wing with the tips of my fingers. The people next to me were laughing. Heh. Well, the next day was better. Sunnier, less being sand-blasted by the wind. Biked to Chatham, picked up a new “Beware of attack squirrel” sign. Kayaked a bit. Went to the beach again in the afternoon. Swam around, got a sunburn, had my mom confuse the lesbian chick for a man. My bro and I got a good laugh out of that. The Cape was nice. Relaxing. So relaxing, in fact, that I don’t wanna go back to work tomorrow. Enh. 3 day week. Ah crap! Need to bring 2 weeks of checks to the bank. Soon to be 3 weeks. Oops.
Fireworks tonight. Bought a box full of em, lit up the place for a while. The stupid little Saturn rocket things were a little crushed, so a good portion of them detonated inside the box. Sent people diving for the trees. Well, not really, but it was a tad disappointing. Then we went down the street to a friend’s house. More booms. Had these huge single-shot dealies that made a huge noise, and an equally large flash. Well, it’s late, and I have to work tomorrow (damn). Later for now.
Catch your attention? Haha. I bet I did! Seriously, though. Almost caught a seagull. Down at the Cape. Saturday was wicked windy, so not too many people at the beach. A young (albeit not small) seagull landed near us and was seemingly looking for a handout. An older seagull came and chased it off, into the wind. As it slowly drifted over me I (sitting at the moment) jumped up. It turned into the wind, but I did hit its wing with the tips of my fingers. The people next to me were laughing. Heh. Well, the next day was better. Sunnier, less being sand-blasted by the wind. Biked to Chatham, picked up a new “Beware of attack squirrel” sign. Kayaked a bit. Went to the beach again in the afternoon. Swam around, got a sunburn, had my mom confuse the lesbian chick for a man. My bro and I got a good laugh out of that. The Cape was nice. Relaxing. So relaxing, in fact, that I don’t wanna go back to work tomorrow. Enh. 3 day week. Ah crap! Need to bring 2 weeks of checks to the bank. Soon to be 3 weeks. Oops.
Fireworks tonight. Bought a box full of em, lit up the place for a while. The stupid little Saturn rocket things were a little crushed, so a good portion of them detonated inside the box. Sent people diving for the trees. Well, not really, but it was a tad disappointing. Then we went down the street to a friend’s house. More booms. Had these huge single-shot dealies that made a huge noise, and an equally large flash. Well, it’s late, and I have to work tomorrow (damn). Later for now.