livejournal as a procrastination tool: take two
yeah. right now i should be cleaning out my very messy room.. you see, for the next month it won't BE my room anymore, it'll be ben's room. ben keyser is one of my beloved pennsylvanian cousins. he's coming to california on tuesday. he'll be travelling all by his sixteen year old self. now, this wouldn't necessarily be too remarkable if it weren't for the fact that he has never flown on a plane before. craaazy.
so anyway, my mom's flying him out here for about three weeks. mom-mom is coming too! but not until next weekend (after we come back from camping, but more on that later). and mom-mom is quite possibly my favorite person. ever.
yeah.
but back to benny.. we're gonna show him everything ol' cali has to offer.. which means we will NOT be staying in sacramento much. ha. so lots of trips: santa cruz, monterey, san fran, camping, etc etc etc.
so it should be pretty fun. ben is hilarious and cool and fun to be around. i love cool cousins. the only problem is that he's going to take over my room. right at this moment, he probably wouldn't want to. it'd be a bad idea, because it's pretty much a disaster. but i guess it WILL motivate me to clean it, because now someone other than me is going to have to deal with it. i don't mind it so much, but ben will.
okay okay, camping. camping camping camping. it's such a bittersweet thing in so many ways..
sweet:
+ it's my favorite place in the world. i love morningstar. it's beautiful there. plus, we always get the beachfront area..
+ hiking, swimming, playing on the log.. (and all the rest of the neato activities)
+ smores. yep.
+ the people that'll be there. good friends, family. the works.
+ enhancing my lovely tan
+ relaaaaaaaaxing
+ eating actual homecooked meals! what!?
+ continuing a tradition that started for me when i was only three
bitter:
- lack of flush toilets. it's not unbearable, but it's smelly.
- set up/take down.. it takes a lot of work to camp.
- feeling dirty. even swimming in the lake or showering doesn't cut it. i like being clean. i mean, i can hack it in the dirty ol' wild.. i'm not a complainer about stuff like that. i like roughing it. but i definitely prefer being clean.
- it means that school is coming soon. this is the worst. it's fairly easy to keep your mind preoccupied, but sometimes thoughts of papers and classes will weasel their way into your head and then it's just a big "ohhhhhhhh maaaaaaaaannnnn"
- as an addition to the first one, having to pee in the middle of the night. it's cold, it's dark, there are bears. enough said.
but despite the bittersweet nature of our annual trip, i always look forward to it. there's something so special about a tradition like this.
i've been on a bit of a working out binge lately. what's interesting is that the more i work out, the more i want to work out. haha and my mom just bought a "slim in six [weeks]" workout plan from an infomercial. yes, it sounds tacky, but i think it'll be really good for her. AND for me :) anyway, i've discovered that i really enjoy kickboxing. it's empowering. i can kickbox your ass. off. what? i dont know.. hiiiii-ya! yesterday i was having a less than stellar day. i was PMS-ing: tired, bloated, achey, cranky, the whole shabang. what didn't help was that my mom was out to dinner and a movie with dore, AKA my wicked (but soon to be ex) stepfather..
finally, at 930 at night, i decided to do something about it. i worked out. kickboxing with tommy d. but about 15 minutes into it, i heard a knock at the door. when i opened it, no one was there. "hmm, strange," i thought. but then i looked down, and on my doorstep i found a long stemmed red rose, creme brulee ice cream, and the amelie dvd. doug thompson is amazing and sweet and thoughtful. and great. and hot. yep.
so my day did a complete 180. i finished my workout, took a shower, and snuggled up with my favorite little french pixie.
so basically, my life is wonderful. other than a little splash of stupidity thrown in by a certain someone that i don't care to talk about, it's great. and hey, i can't do anything about the fact that he's an insensitive jerk. i just can't. so i'm letting it go. in the past? maybe i wouldn't have. maybe i'd press the issue and ask why he insists on being such an ass. but now? nahh. it's not my problem.
but what IS my problem is my father being.. stupid. and not doing things he should have done. i won't go into it, because i'm sure it will work out, but i'm just sick of my dad acting like a pouty child.
but enough with the yucky things. eww.
so. taylor and i have decided to do something rather spontaneous.. but it will be so much more meaningful than college and all that stuff. we've decided to open a gourmet ice cream/ chocolate shop. not just any old average shop, i mean absolutely fantastic. probably with a french theme. everything will be delicious.. and as a result, we'll be marvelously plump. how could we go wrong with that? who needs college anyway, psh.
uuummmm.. so.... the weather has been nice lately..
okay sarah, that's enough. GO CLEAN YOUR ROOM.
so anyway, my mom's flying him out here for about three weeks. mom-mom is coming too! but not until next weekend (after we come back from camping, but more on that later). and mom-mom is quite possibly my favorite person. ever.
yeah.
but back to benny.. we're gonna show him everything ol' cali has to offer.. which means we will NOT be staying in sacramento much. ha. so lots of trips: santa cruz, monterey, san fran, camping, etc etc etc.
so it should be pretty fun. ben is hilarious and cool and fun to be around. i love cool cousins. the only problem is that he's going to take over my room. right at this moment, he probably wouldn't want to. it'd be a bad idea, because it's pretty much a disaster. but i guess it WILL motivate me to clean it, because now someone other than me is going to have to deal with it. i don't mind it so much, but ben will.
okay okay, camping. camping camping camping. it's such a bittersweet thing in so many ways..
sweet:
+ it's my favorite place in the world. i love morningstar. it's beautiful there. plus, we always get the beachfront area..
+ hiking, swimming, playing on the log.. (and all the rest of the neato activities)
+ smores. yep.
+ the people that'll be there. good friends, family. the works.
+ enhancing my lovely tan
+ relaaaaaaaaxing
+ eating actual homecooked meals! what!?
+ continuing a tradition that started for me when i was only three
bitter:
- lack of flush toilets. it's not unbearable, but it's smelly.
- set up/take down.. it takes a lot of work to camp.
- feeling dirty. even swimming in the lake or showering doesn't cut it. i like being clean. i mean, i can hack it in the dirty ol' wild.. i'm not a complainer about stuff like that. i like roughing it. but i definitely prefer being clean.
- it means that school is coming soon. this is the worst. it's fairly easy to keep your mind preoccupied, but sometimes thoughts of papers and classes will weasel their way into your head and then it's just a big "ohhhhhhhh maaaaaaaaannnnn"
- as an addition to the first one, having to pee in the middle of the night. it's cold, it's dark, there are bears. enough said.
but despite the bittersweet nature of our annual trip, i always look forward to it. there's something so special about a tradition like this.
i've been on a bit of a working out binge lately. what's interesting is that the more i work out, the more i want to work out. haha and my mom just bought a "slim in six [weeks]" workout plan from an infomercial. yes, it sounds tacky, but i think it'll be really good for her. AND for me :) anyway, i've discovered that i really enjoy kickboxing. it's empowering. i can kickbox your ass. off. what? i dont know.. hiiiii-ya! yesterday i was having a less than stellar day. i was PMS-ing: tired, bloated, achey, cranky, the whole shabang. what didn't help was that my mom was out to dinner and a movie with dore, AKA my wicked (but soon to be ex) stepfather..
finally, at 930 at night, i decided to do something about it. i worked out. kickboxing with tommy d. but about 15 minutes into it, i heard a knock at the door. when i opened it, no one was there. "hmm, strange," i thought. but then i looked down, and on my doorstep i found a long stemmed red rose, creme brulee ice cream, and the amelie dvd. doug thompson is amazing and sweet and thoughtful. and great. and hot. yep.
so my day did a complete 180. i finished my workout, took a shower, and snuggled up with my favorite little french pixie.
so basically, my life is wonderful. other than a little splash of stupidity thrown in by a certain someone that i don't care to talk about, it's great. and hey, i can't do anything about the fact that he's an insensitive jerk. i just can't. so i'm letting it go. in the past? maybe i wouldn't have. maybe i'd press the issue and ask why he insists on being such an ass. but now? nahh. it's not my problem.
but what IS my problem is my father being.. stupid. and not doing things he should have done. i won't go into it, because i'm sure it will work out, but i'm just sick of my dad acting like a pouty child.
but enough with the yucky things. eww.
so. taylor and i have decided to do something rather spontaneous.. but it will be so much more meaningful than college and all that stuff. we've decided to open a gourmet ice cream/ chocolate shop. not just any old average shop, i mean absolutely fantastic. probably with a french theme. everything will be delicious.. and as a result, we'll be marvelously plump. how could we go wrong with that? who needs college anyway, psh.
uuummmm.. so.... the weather has been nice lately..
okay sarah, that's enough. GO CLEAN YOUR ROOM.