We could call you Waffle and say you're from Belgium.
Family vacation: done and done! I don't really know how to describe amazing sights, other than to say that Sedona and The Grand Canyon are amazing sights! My articulation: let me show you it. I was openly ecstatic to have gotten yesterday off, though, because a week of intense bonding is exhausting, oh boy is it ever. But I was secretly ecstatic to return to work today because I am a not-so-secret nerd. Although, I don't know if my head was in the game today because I left my cardigan on the bus this morning, and I didn't even notice until some kindly person ran after me to hand it off. Props, my public transport brethren, and also to my bright fuchsia shirt which is easy to spot, i.e. blinding.
I have to admit that I had a hate-on for Arizona for years, ever since I spent the worst spring break playing in a tennis tournament in Phoenix my sophomore year in college. Mostly I was disappointed that we spent the whole time playing tennis -- like, what did I sign up for when I joined this team? Surely not actual court time! (I make no sense, it is known.) All I remember is being uncomfortably hot, uncomfortably taken aback by the children (on our one day off, we went to an amusement park and there were a dozen or so kids picking up used cigarettes off the ground and smoking them! I was clutching my pearls, I sincerely was), and in the end uncomfortably suspended.
I know! The worst part of being suspended is having it be over a lame hotel party rather than an awesome hotel party. Seriously though, I am normally a huge responsibility-be-thy-name kind of girl because I would never drink when I had matches the next day, and certainly not questionable wine cooler courtesy of random boys. But yeah, that aside, attendance was nine-tenths of the law, apparently. There were actually a lot of benefits to being suspended, however; when I got back to school, I had an entire week then to sleep in from practice, and an entire weekend free to goof off. Aaand you can tell how high a moral ground I tread from all the life lessons I misinterpret.
But this trip turned around my former conceptions. Beautiful scenery can do that to you. The only thing I wish I hadn't misjudged was the severity of the weather (by my wimpy standards), because there I was in my shorts living it up while all warmth and moisture was leeched out of me. Good times. I have never been happier to be greeted with stifling humidity than when I got off that jet plane. Especially since I'd spent the last six hours having my heart shrivel up in despair under the influence of my mom's Dan Brown book (I'd read my other two books like twice each, but it was a desperately close call). I just kept reading sentences over and over in disbelief. When I wasn't cringing, that is.
Anyway, hello hello hello internet! Don't ever leave me again, baby.
I have to admit that I had a hate-on for Arizona for years, ever since I spent the worst spring break playing in a tennis tournament in Phoenix my sophomore year in college. Mostly I was disappointed that we spent the whole time playing tennis -- like, what did I sign up for when I joined this team? Surely not actual court time! (I make no sense, it is known.) All I remember is being uncomfortably hot, uncomfortably taken aback by the children (on our one day off, we went to an amusement park and there were a dozen or so kids picking up used cigarettes off the ground and smoking them! I was clutching my pearls, I sincerely was), and in the end uncomfortably suspended.
I know! The worst part of being suspended is having it be over a lame hotel party rather than an awesome hotel party. Seriously though, I am normally a huge responsibility-be-thy-name kind of girl because I would never drink when I had matches the next day, and certainly not questionable wine cooler courtesy of random boys. But yeah, that aside, attendance was nine-tenths of the law, apparently. There were actually a lot of benefits to being suspended, however; when I got back to school, I had an entire week then to sleep in from practice, and an entire weekend free to goof off. Aaand you can tell how high a moral ground I tread from all the life lessons I misinterpret.
But this trip turned around my former conceptions. Beautiful scenery can do that to you. The only thing I wish I hadn't misjudged was the severity of the weather (by my wimpy standards), because there I was in my shorts living it up while all warmth and moisture was leeched out of me. Good times. I have never been happier to be greeted with stifling humidity than when I got off that jet plane. Especially since I'd spent the last six hours having my heart shrivel up in despair under the influence of my mom's Dan Brown book (I'd read my other two books like twice each, but it was a desperately close call). I just kept reading sentences over and over in disbelief. When I wasn't cringing, that is.
Anyway, hello hello hello internet! Don't ever leave me again, baby.