my arms are fucking sore. too much golfing. wait what?
schools out for the summer. fuck yes. have willed myself to finally update. not like i was going at a regular interval before.
So I went on my immediate trip to the lovely sunny Florida. Waking up at a quarter to five really fucking sucks, esp. when you don't get in bed til one. But actually I was in one of those 'i'm running off adrenaline' type existences. So I sleep on the plane. Wonderful. On this trip we visit my grandma several times. I don't think we should have told her we were going to Orlando for fun instead of visiting her on our last day in Florida. She became sad and said the three days we saw her were better than nothing. One day we even had lunch in the nursing home. The dessert was actually yum yum tasty. But I couldn't cut the porkchop it was so hard. My grandma pushes around a wheelchair like a walker and then sits in it when she gets tired. It's so cute. It was a shock to see her because she used to keep her hair an orangish red and now it's a white. She herself even said it's shocking to see herself in pictures.
Burnt slightly at Disney's Blizzard Beach. It's all faded by now. BUT I WENT OFF THE WORLD'S TALLEST FREE FALL SLIDE. Except it's done so fast you have no time to be scared. Really it's not scary (well you know it's safe if it's at Disney), it more just hurts your butt. They say you reach speeds of 60 mph, so water just pounding against your body. The wedgie factor was less than I had expected.
For some reason (unknown?) I have a big smile on my face right now. I love, love, love every last fucking one of you.
Yesterday I decided to take a walk around my neighborhood, you know to appreciate nature and the simplicities of life, all that jazz. I took my dog, yogurt, and a spoon. Sometime along the journey I finished the yogurt and no longer wished to carry it around. So, because I am strongly against littering, I made the decision to throw it away at the next trashcan I see. I walk up the driveway of some house, see an old man in the window, throw my yogurt cup away, yet he doesn't notice me. As I walk away he looks up I wave and point to the trash can. I don't know if he understood but he didn't run out of the house chasing me. But that must have seemed like a dream or hallucination: a girl with a spoon and a dog on a leash in a flowy wind blown skirt suddenly appear outside.
So I went on my immediate trip to the lovely sunny Florida. Waking up at a quarter to five really fucking sucks, esp. when you don't get in bed til one. But actually I was in one of those 'i'm running off adrenaline' type existences. So I sleep on the plane. Wonderful. On this trip we visit my grandma several times. I don't think we should have told her we were going to Orlando for fun instead of visiting her on our last day in Florida. She became sad and said the three days we saw her were better than nothing. One day we even had lunch in the nursing home. The dessert was actually yum yum tasty. But I couldn't cut the porkchop it was so hard. My grandma pushes around a wheelchair like a walker and then sits in it when she gets tired. It's so cute. It was a shock to see her because she used to keep her hair an orangish red and now it's a white. She herself even said it's shocking to see herself in pictures.
Burnt slightly at Disney's Blizzard Beach. It's all faded by now. BUT I WENT OFF THE WORLD'S TALLEST FREE FALL SLIDE. Except it's done so fast you have no time to be scared. Really it's not scary (well you know it's safe if it's at Disney), it more just hurts your butt. They say you reach speeds of 60 mph, so water just pounding against your body. The wedgie factor was less than I had expected.
For some reason (unknown?) I have a big smile on my face right now. I love, love, love every last fucking one of you.
Yesterday I decided to take a walk around my neighborhood, you know to appreciate nature and the simplicities of life, all that jazz. I took my dog, yogurt, and a spoon. Sometime along the journey I finished the yogurt and no longer wished to carry it around. So, because I am strongly against littering, I made the decision to throw it away at the next trashcan I see. I walk up the driveway of some house, see an old man in the window, throw my yogurt cup away, yet he doesn't notice me. As I walk away he looks up I wave and point to the trash can. I don't know if he understood but he didn't run out of the house chasing me. But that must have seemed like a dream or hallucination: a girl with a spoon and a dog on a leash in a flowy wind blown skirt suddenly appear outside.