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The mouse feels like a brick in my hand. Likewise, the keyboard is almost totally foreign to my touch, and I keep mistyping things and going back to fix them.
Kauai was pretty awesome, though I don't think that comes as any surprise. The week went by like a shot, probably because my dad packed in a million things to do. Our place didn't have a TV, and I don't know if anybody has figured this out yet, but TV fucking sucks. I read through three books by the time I got back, started a fourth (Frank Herbert's Dune, though inevitably I gave up on it temporarily as dense sci-fi isn't really suited to places like Hawaii), though didn't do any homework the whole time. Gonna have to do that tonight. I feel really behind now but... I also don't care. I feel like some sort of curtain has lifted for me, and I don't feel like wasting any time. To me it seems justifiable to just let everything else just sit until I'm ready for it.
Went hiking, kayaking (which I should do more often), snorkeling, swimming, and primarily just sat on the beach outside our place reading or writing something. The place we stayed was nice, though I quickly learned that the guests staying in the room near to us in the building were going to be a problem, their toddler-aged daughter knowing only one word and shrieking for the rest. They left before we did, and to replace them came some twenty-somethings from the East Coast, New Jersey I think, who spent the first night blindingly drunk and the others in a kind of hangover-induced, perpetual silence. Seems like the people on the island were pretty sick of tourists by the time we got there, too, since a lot of places had their spring break a week before ours. There was this really cool coffee shop though, called Java Kai in the little town of Hanalei near where I was staying - I ended up buying at least ten ice coffees just because they had music like Thievery Corporation in their CD player and really nice places to sit and look at the mountains. We were supposed to go on a boat trip to the Na Pali Coast on Monday, which is supposed to be one of the most beautiful places in the world... I saw the tip of it doing a little bit of the eleven-mile hike that leads there, and it looked fantastic. This swell came through and the company had to cancel the trip.
Hate airplanes... on my flight home, the only thing to do was watch "Miss Potter" and I wanted to walk out it was so terrible. Night flights really blow when you're tired and you can't sleep, I just caught up on that before coming online for the first time in more than a week. I hate the internet too, I think. I might become a Luddite, only I'm really lazy and can't be bothered to write stuff down longhand.
Gonna do some homework. I'll be back at school tomorrow.
Kauai was pretty awesome, though I don't think that comes as any surprise. The week went by like a shot, probably because my dad packed in a million things to do. Our place didn't have a TV, and I don't know if anybody has figured this out yet, but TV fucking sucks. I read through three books by the time I got back, started a fourth (Frank Herbert's Dune, though inevitably I gave up on it temporarily as dense sci-fi isn't really suited to places like Hawaii), though didn't do any homework the whole time. Gonna have to do that tonight. I feel really behind now but... I also don't care. I feel like some sort of curtain has lifted for me, and I don't feel like wasting any time. To me it seems justifiable to just let everything else just sit until I'm ready for it.
Went hiking, kayaking (which I should do more often), snorkeling, swimming, and primarily just sat on the beach outside our place reading or writing something. The place we stayed was nice, though I quickly learned that the guests staying in the room near to us in the building were going to be a problem, their toddler-aged daughter knowing only one word and shrieking for the rest. They left before we did, and to replace them came some twenty-somethings from the East Coast, New Jersey I think, who spent the first night blindingly drunk and the others in a kind of hangover-induced, perpetual silence. Seems like the people on the island were pretty sick of tourists by the time we got there, too, since a lot of places had their spring break a week before ours. There was this really cool coffee shop though, called Java Kai in the little town of Hanalei near where I was staying - I ended up buying at least ten ice coffees just because they had music like Thievery Corporation in their CD player and really nice places to sit and look at the mountains. We were supposed to go on a boat trip to the Na Pali Coast on Monday, which is supposed to be one of the most beautiful places in the world... I saw the tip of it doing a little bit of the eleven-mile hike that leads there, and it looked fantastic. This swell came through and the company had to cancel the trip.
Hate airplanes... on my flight home, the only thing to do was watch "Miss Potter" and I wanted to walk out it was so terrible. Night flights really blow when you're tired and you can't sleep, I just caught up on that before coming online for the first time in more than a week. I hate the internet too, I think. I might become a Luddite, only I'm really lazy and can't be bothered to write stuff down longhand.
Gonna do some homework. I'll be back at school tomorrow.