::tsk tsk tsk:: tourist are such a pain in my ass
A Short Story in the Third Person
This morning Lydia was walking/jogging (yes you read correctly, JOGGING! LYDIA WAS JOGGING OH MY GOD) around lovely beavertail when she came across a clearing where a deer was munching on the foliage of an unassuming shrub drenched in early-morning dew. A normal person (especially an 18-year-old, technically-adult person) would have continued to walk by and mind there own business.
Not Lydia.
No sir, she decided to play the "let's see how close I can get to this deer" game. She played it quite well, I might add.
Stepping gingerly across the clearing, Lydia began to close the gap between herself and the elegant mammal. Moving farther from the road and closer to the deer, she made sure to retain eye-contact with the doe (for a doe it was). Eye-contact is crucial to this game. The whole time she kept up a string of coaxing sounds and reassuring phrases such as "you're so CUTE!" and "I'm not going to hurt you!!!" in a gentle, pleasant voice. The deer kept an eye on her as she edged ever closer. Finally she was within 5 yards of the animal. Suddenly it took a step toward her!! She freaked out and took a few steps back herself.
Deer bite, you know, and also kick.
She had to be careful. The deer resumed its feeding and Lydia ventured to regain those few steps that she had previously retraced. She was now so close that thoughts of reaching out and patting it were passing through her mind. But she refrained, thinking that such actions might be reckless, resulting in an unpleasant bite or kick.
The deer was so trusting and subdued that Lydia really didn't have the heart to disturb it farther. Plus she was too chicken to get any closer. She left the clearing and continued on her way.
She looked for the deer on the way back but it was gone.
The End
In other news, Jamestown is SWAMPED with tourists. There are tour bus after tour bus FILLED with them being dropped off all over the place. My street's like a parking lot. It pisses me off.
WHAT THE HELL DO THEY THINK THEY'RE GOING TO SEE?!?
The tall ships are all in Newport mostly, except for the occasional one that docks here for a few minutes. The fog is SO thick you can't even begin to see across the bay. Everything's sticky and wet and, for all its charm, this adorable island doesn't really have all that much to do. On a NICE day it would be gorgeous just to walk around and look at all the awesome views and scenery, but today is just SUCKY.
GO HOME.
And that is all I have to say right about now. I'm going to go practice the Mendelssohn! YUSS!
LYDIA!
This morning Lydia was walking/jogging (yes you read correctly, JOGGING! LYDIA WAS JOGGING OH MY GOD) around lovely beavertail when she came across a clearing where a deer was munching on the foliage of an unassuming shrub drenched in early-morning dew. A normal person (especially an 18-year-old, technically-adult person) would have continued to walk by and mind there own business.
Not Lydia.
No sir, she decided to play the "let's see how close I can get to this deer" game. She played it quite well, I might add.
Stepping gingerly across the clearing, Lydia began to close the gap between herself and the elegant mammal. Moving farther from the road and closer to the deer, she made sure to retain eye-contact with the doe (for a doe it was). Eye-contact is crucial to this game. The whole time she kept up a string of coaxing sounds and reassuring phrases such as "you're so CUTE!" and "I'm not going to hurt you!!!" in a gentle, pleasant voice. The deer kept an eye on her as she edged ever closer. Finally she was within 5 yards of the animal. Suddenly it took a step toward her!! She freaked out and took a few steps back herself.
Deer bite, you know, and also kick.
She had to be careful. The deer resumed its feeding and Lydia ventured to regain those few steps that she had previously retraced. She was now so close that thoughts of reaching out and patting it were passing through her mind. But she refrained, thinking that such actions might be reckless, resulting in an unpleasant bite or kick.
The deer was so trusting and subdued that Lydia really didn't have the heart to disturb it farther. Plus she was too chicken to get any closer. She left the clearing and continued on her way.
She looked for the deer on the way back but it was gone.
The End
In other news, Jamestown is SWAMPED with tourists. There are tour bus after tour bus FILLED with them being dropped off all over the place. My street's like a parking lot. It pisses me off.
WHAT THE HELL DO THEY THINK THEY'RE GOING TO SEE?!?
The tall ships are all in Newport mostly, except for the occasional one that docks here for a few minutes. The fog is SO thick you can't even begin to see across the bay. Everything's sticky and wet and, for all its charm, this adorable island doesn't really have all that much to do. On a NICE day it would be gorgeous just to walk around and look at all the awesome views and scenery, but today is just SUCKY.
GO HOME.
And that is all I have to say right about now. I'm going to go practice the Mendelssohn! YUSS!
LYDIA!