There are worse things than boredom....
*sigh*
What better way to celebrate Independence Day than first being stuck in a car for twelve hours, and then being forced to act like I care?
That last statement may sound a bit teen-angsty and selfish, but I am sincerely bored out of my mind right now.
It's hot. When me and mom got here a few hours ago, the temperature was around 100 degress. Thankfully, it is now around the high-eighties and low-nineties. Thank you, God. Thank you for that ten degree difference that I really can't feel at all.
I do not like the heat. I don't. The only condolence here is that it is not humid and really sticky feeling, just warm enough to make me lethargic and like I should curl up in the shower to keep the sweat off of me.
There was stuff on TV when I first sat down. WoG bless BBC America and it's broadcast of two back-to-back Eddie Izzard specials. I got to watch most of the first one, but my mother and granmother felt that I needed to keep them company during the second one. Even though I wasn't a part of the conversation they were having, they felt it necessary that I sit in the kitchen with them.
Goddamnit, I missed the "Jeezy Creezy" joke. I was finally going to hear the joke that gave birth to one of Wemmick's most confusing, yet hilarious in how it sounded, screenames and I missed it.
And why? To be told that I could not wear fishnets up to Rich Baptist Ranch and that I could not wear my skirts if they are deemed too short.
Well goddamn. They both go up past my knees. And it's fucking HOT as hell here. If I don't wear those, I have to wear my jeans. Damnit. Fucking dress codes.
Then there was also asking if I wanted to hang out with a cousin (We say cousin even though she is the step-daughter of my great-uncle) who is about my age. She likes the shows and stuff. It was said very vaguely though, and the information came from her mother. The last time I dealt with one of that woman's young I needed to sanitize myself and think about whether I really wanted children or not. Ever.
Then I was also reminded that this girl was the one who was first told about me when she said a name on 'Laguna Beach' was a cool name and her mother told her she had a cousin with that name.
She watches 'Laguna Beach'. Mother said not to stereotype people based on the shows they watch, but seeing as that was the only shred of information I had for the girl, I was going off of that. And my entire being, with that tidbit in mind, was going "I will not get along with her."
I could have been wrong. It could have gone one of two ways.
A) We hit it off fantastically, and I now have an ally on the trip to Virginia City.
B) We do not click, which makes sitting in close proximity awkward and puts a damper on my trip. Then, later on when the adults who were not there speak to us, we will be expected to put small smiles on our face and mutter, at the very least, a half-hearted 'OK'.
She's not going with us. Mother and grandmother made the decision.
But that is not all I got to hear about. My grandmother was telling me about a lovely college I should check out. It has an excellent theatre program and it seems nice.
Seeing as how she was wearing a t-shirt for a college, I guessed the name. However, being a skeptic, I had to ask a question.
"Does this college have any affiliation with a specific denomination of Christianity?"
She told me yes, she was pretty sure they were affiliated with the Baptists.
"Not for me."
Now, I am all for giving religion a fair shot. And I have given Baptists in multiple regions of the country shots. I do not like them. I have met enough who acted alike to sterotype them based on my experiences.
I also, as I explained to mother and grandmother, do not wish to go to any school that has to do with a religion. Whether it be the first one she mentioned, or the second and third she mentioned as I was saying "NO."
"Most cults attack college students. I can't fend them and Christians off; it's too much. Besides, I do not want to go to any school where the idea of having to hold hands with perfect strangers and say a prayer over my cafeteria-bought food comes to mind almost instantly."
That idea irks me so much that, if I were ever in that sort of college-situation, I would seek out the nearest bowl of kool-aid and drink deep before everyone straps on their Nike shoes.
But it isn't all bad. I got to watch a few episodes of "Scrubs", I got to sit on the couch and not be bothered by the tiny-dog too much. When I didn't want pork or rice or sweet and sour chicken for dinner, just my goddamned macaroni and cheese, I was left alone. Even when I didn't eat too much.
What? I wasn't hungry. I was asleep from 5 am onward for the car-ride, and I only ate a donette, a sausage mcmuffin (when we were still in the home-state), and some kettle chips. However, I was in a state of deep hybernation. Food was an inconsequential thing which I did not need. I lived off of Estella and the shuffle command going on for hours at a time.
So now, as I sit at this ancient computer, with the worst dial-up I have ever encountered in the past however-many-years-since-there-was-an-upgrade-for-the-internet, listening to the strains of Johnny Cash as mother and grandmother watch TV, I cannot help but imagine how my counterparts are doing. How the parade went.
At least the computer had the decency to sign into the messenger on the fourth try. That thing is my link to the outside world; without it I am 100% stranded and alone as opposed to 98%.
I want to read, but my brain is dead. I do not do well in heat. I am Irish damnit! I need a cool climate and clouds over my head. I need a green scene and some sky-water drizzling lightly from above.
Maybe, if I'm lucky, my older cousins fireworks show will react with the dry climate to set a building on fire.
What better way to celebrate Independence Day than first being stuck in a car for twelve hours, and then being forced to act like I care?
That last statement may sound a bit teen-angsty and selfish, but I am sincerely bored out of my mind right now.
It's hot. When me and mom got here a few hours ago, the temperature was around 100 degress. Thankfully, it is now around the high-eighties and low-nineties. Thank you, God. Thank you for that ten degree difference that I really can't feel at all.
I do not like the heat. I don't. The only condolence here is that it is not humid and really sticky feeling, just warm enough to make me lethargic and like I should curl up in the shower to keep the sweat off of me.
There was stuff on TV when I first sat down. WoG bless BBC America and it's broadcast of two back-to-back Eddie Izzard specials. I got to watch most of the first one, but my mother and granmother felt that I needed to keep them company during the second one. Even though I wasn't a part of the conversation they were having, they felt it necessary that I sit in the kitchen with them.
Goddamnit, I missed the "Jeezy Creezy" joke. I was finally going to hear the joke that gave birth to one of Wemmick's most confusing, yet hilarious in how it sounded, screenames and I missed it.
And why? To be told that I could not wear fishnets up to Rich Baptist Ranch and that I could not wear my skirts if they are deemed too short.
Well goddamn. They both go up past my knees. And it's fucking HOT as hell here. If I don't wear those, I have to wear my jeans. Damnit. Fucking dress codes.
Then there was also asking if I wanted to hang out with a cousin (We say cousin even though she is the step-daughter of my great-uncle) who is about my age. She likes the shows and stuff. It was said very vaguely though, and the information came from her mother. The last time I dealt with one of that woman's young I needed to sanitize myself and think about whether I really wanted children or not. Ever.
Then I was also reminded that this girl was the one who was first told about me when she said a name on 'Laguna Beach' was a cool name and her mother told her she had a cousin with that name.
She watches 'Laguna Beach'. Mother said not to stereotype people based on the shows they watch, but seeing as that was the only shred of information I had for the girl, I was going off of that. And my entire being, with that tidbit in mind, was going "I will not get along with her."
I could have been wrong. It could have gone one of two ways.
A) We hit it off fantastically, and I now have an ally on the trip to Virginia City.
B) We do not click, which makes sitting in close proximity awkward and puts a damper on my trip. Then, later on when the adults who were not there speak to us, we will be expected to put small smiles on our face and mutter, at the very least, a half-hearted 'OK'.
She's not going with us. Mother and grandmother made the decision.
But that is not all I got to hear about. My grandmother was telling me about a lovely college I should check out. It has an excellent theatre program and it seems nice.
Seeing as how she was wearing a t-shirt for a college, I guessed the name. However, being a skeptic, I had to ask a question.
"Does this college have any affiliation with a specific denomination of Christianity?"
She told me yes, she was pretty sure they were affiliated with the Baptists.
"Not for me."
Now, I am all for giving religion a fair shot. And I have given Baptists in multiple regions of the country shots. I do not like them. I have met enough who acted alike to sterotype them based on my experiences.
I also, as I explained to mother and grandmother, do not wish to go to any school that has to do with a religion. Whether it be the first one she mentioned, or the second and third she mentioned as I was saying "NO."
"Most cults attack college students. I can't fend them and Christians off; it's too much. Besides, I do not want to go to any school where the idea of having to hold hands with perfect strangers and say a prayer over my cafeteria-bought food comes to mind almost instantly."
That idea irks me so much that, if I were ever in that sort of college-situation, I would seek out the nearest bowl of kool-aid and drink deep before everyone straps on their Nike shoes.
But it isn't all bad. I got to watch a few episodes of "Scrubs", I got to sit on the couch and not be bothered by the tiny-dog too much. When I didn't want pork or rice or sweet and sour chicken for dinner, just my goddamned macaroni and cheese, I was left alone. Even when I didn't eat too much.
What? I wasn't hungry. I was asleep from 5 am onward for the car-ride, and I only ate a donette, a sausage mcmuffin (when we were still in the home-state), and some kettle chips. However, I was in a state of deep hybernation. Food was an inconsequential thing which I did not need. I lived off of Estella and the shuffle command going on for hours at a time.
So now, as I sit at this ancient computer, with the worst dial-up I have ever encountered in the past however-many-years-since-there-was-an-upgrade-for-the-internet, listening to the strains of Johnny Cash as mother and grandmother watch TV, I cannot help but imagine how my counterparts are doing. How the parade went.
At least the computer had the decency to sign into the messenger on the fourth try. That thing is my link to the outside world; without it I am 100% stranded and alone as opposed to 98%.
I want to read, but my brain is dead. I do not do well in heat. I am Irish damnit! I need a cool climate and clouds over my head. I need a green scene and some sky-water drizzling lightly from above.
Maybe, if I'm lucky, my older cousins fireworks show will react with the dry climate to set a building on fire.