Post by I'm Batman on Jul 8, 2009 19:11:49 GMT -5
Laura's Vacation Blog. Journal... Thing. Written in Notepad
Star Date; 2009, Fifth day of the seventh month.
Four hundred hours:
I have just finished a 51 comment entry dedicated to the Star Trek role play group on Tegaki E. It was Bad ass to say the least. I can't feel my hand. I have not packed, nor have I given any thought to what I am going to be bringing on this trip, aside from my trusty laptop, which I received on my birthday four days ago, and my tablet, which is my most prized possession. I don't have a case for either so I must wrapped them in towels like small flat electronic babies. If my cousins hurt them terrible TERRIBLE things will happen. Dad says there will be Wifi so I will not be going insane from lack of Tegaki E. HUZZAH!
Seven hundred hours:
I HATE BEING AWAKE IN THE MORNINGS. THEY ARE FOR SLEEPING. Packed in like 10 minutes and hunted around for some odd things like shoes and notebooks. Double checked laptop and cords. Good to go.
Ten Hundred hours:
Driving. Had a Double Cheese Burger for lunch. Was decent but the fries were garbage. Thanks A LOT IN-AND-OUT. Jon has provided entertainment. It is called NAME THAT THEME SONG. Crazy bugger has like over three hundred theme songs.
Fourteen hundred hours:
Mom won with a score of, like, sixty something. I came in last with forty something dad was somewhere in the middle. Apparently most of Jon's theme songs were from the stone age. Now we are at my Aunt and Uncle's house in California. THERE WILL BE BEACH TIME I AM TOLD. FUCK YES. There will also be cousins. OBOI.
Sixteen hundred hours:
Had pasta for dinner. Mom told my Aunt I don't eat pasta. And generally I do not. But I ate it to prove her crazy. not that it needs proving. The entire time I wanted to stand up and shout PASTAAAAAAAAA! But I refrained. SELF CONTROLL GET!
Sometime at night:
THERE IS NO WIFI HERE. LET ME DIE.
Star Date; 2009, Sixth day of the seventh month.
Sometime in the morning:
Don't look at me I never look at the clock in the morning. Still no Wifi, and yet God keeps me alive. Have questioned dad about this disturbing lack of Internet in my life. Apparently There shall be no Wifi until we reach our final destination in Oregon. on THURSDAY. It is MONDAY. NEED I SAY MORE?.
Four Days til Wifi.
Later on:
Alright so I NEVER look at clocks, I shall work on this. ANWAYS, Beach going time now. Have suit, will swim. Jon is going to try to hide in the motor home. BUM. The cousins are fascinated by electronics, not surprising as parents have kept them living like the Amish (I exaggerate but only a little).
BEACH TIME:
OH MY GOSH THIS WAS THE GREATEST DAY OF MY LIFE! I can BOOGIE BOARD GUYS, I mean I KNEW I could already but I did it again and re-proved my SKILL. I'm awesome. And burnt. So that brings my tally of types of burns up to three, Sun, Rope and Rug burns guys, I need to stick my face in bleach or the oven to complete my collection with chemical an heat burns. Any other suggestions? Micheal wins title of awesome cousin since he is talking to me about drawing and stuff. also he doesn't cry when I wrestle with him, COOLEST TWELVE YEAR OLD EVER. Burgers for lunch guys, Bringing my total of ground patty sandwiches with cheese to TWO. HOT DAMN.
AFTER BEACH:
ONE MORE CHEESE BURGER WITH MUSHROOMS PLEASE. YEAH. Also My cousins like Elite Beat Agents. HOO-CHA three more for the team.
Twenty hundred hours:
Guys I just lost at Monopoly. BAD. Ow. And my Cousins Marie laughs like some sort of DEVIL. Some sort of crazy over-reacting, annoying devil ON CRACK and some other drugs I do not know. and she will laugh at ANY THING.
It's like
"Oh, I rolled a five."
"EEYAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAAAAH-HEEEE-EEE-EE-EEE-EAH-" and so forth.
Very high pitched and well, ten year old girl you get the idea. AM I RIGHT?
Showered. Am clean. HOO-CHA!
Leaving for G-pa's tomorrow. Am officially counting this day as over. Three days 'til Wifi.
Star Date; 2009, Seventh day of the seventh month.
Zero Hours
OH MY GOD I HAVE BEEN PLAYING PRINCESS MAKER 2 FOR LIKE TWO FUCKING HOURS AND MY DAUGHTER IS SUCH A BUM. HOW DO YOU DO THIS WITHOUT CHEATING? SERIOUSLY, SHE CAN ONLY PAINT AND SHE CAN'T DANCE WELL ENOUGH TO BEAT PATRCIA, WHO I AM PRETTY SURE IS A WHORE AND SHE IS ALSO TOO FAT TO FIT IN THE SILK DRESS I BOUGHT FOR 2000 GOLD. ARG. THAT IS NOT CHEAP. ATM THE FORTUNE TELLER IS TELLING ME SHE'S GONNA BE AN ARTIST WELL FUCK THAT. SHE IS LEARNING MAGIC AND GOING ON AN ADVENTURE LIKE NOW.
Seven hundred hours:
AWAKE. AND EVERYTHING HURTS. OW. GOD DAMN.
Eight hundred hours:
AND MY DAUGHTER IS STILL A COW. I gave up on the sil dress and sold it. Apparently Whatever I do she will never lose wieght EVER so I gave up. OTL. Anyways we are on the road so I am trying to type on the bumpy highways of California. SERIOUSLY CALIFORNIA. WHAT THE FUCK? CONCRETE SUCKS. ARG. ALso My parents just agreed that my cousin Marie's theme song is She's Got the Devil in Her Heart, by the Beatles. Titles wise, very sccurate I must say. It's a pity there isn't a song called. She's a biter, a squeler and she has no problem with Kicking You in the Face and she has the Devil in Her Heart. Because that would be PERFECT.
Now we're listening to werewolves in London. DAMN why is that song SO AMAZINGLY COOL?
DAUGHTER UPDATE. THE GOOD NEWS IS MY DAUGHTER DOESN'T HATE ME. AND NOW SHE'S GOING TO BE AN ARTIST. WOW. WAY TO AIM HIGH GIRL. AND SHE EVEN GOT MARRIED TO SOME NAMELESS DORK. But she made the kingdom famous with her art. and the Goddess of whatever doesn't hate me either. SHe just told me Helia, Yes I named her after a STartrek OC is probably going to be a crappy mother. I got 601 poitns. DANG.
Thirteen thirty seven hours:
Low battery. Have to type fast. Long story short, had subway for lunch. IT WAS DELICIOUS. ALSO MY MOTHER IS CRAAAaaaaAAAzy. SO CRAZY. DAd and Jon are mocking my travel journal. BUT THEY WILL BE SORRY HEN IT IS ALL THAT IS LEFT OF OUR ABSURD ADVENTURE AND THE WORLD ONLY HAS IT TO REMEMBER US BY!!! Okay GTG. Jon is going to read Shelock Holmes aloud so I'm off!
Seventeen hundred hours:
at Grandparents house. already bored. Three days til Wifi.
Eighteen hundred hours:
Everything is still sore. and all my reletives seem insistant to feeding me thigns I don't like. Meatballs were the dinner tonight. THEY ARE TALKING ABOUT INK CARTRIDGES FOR PRINTERS. SOMEONE SAVE ME!
Star Date; 2009, Eighth day of the seventh month.
Seventeen hundred hours:
HOORAH GOT AN INTERNET CORD. Catching up on tegaki and stuff. Talked to a few of you froods last night. Anyways today was boring. Jon is playing Elite Beat Agents and basically catching on faster than all three of my dumb cousins combined did. OH MAN DO I HAVE SO MANY STORIES ABOUT THOSE BUGGERS FOR YOU ALL.
I AM SO HUNGRRRRRRY.
KRYS ROLEPLAY PLOOOTTTIIING I HAVE BEEN DOING SOME.A little. WE SHOULD TALK SOON!
Star Date; 2009, Fifth day of the seventh month.
Four hundred hours:
I have just finished a 51 comment entry dedicated to the Star Trek role play group on Tegaki E. It was Bad ass to say the least. I can't feel my hand. I have not packed, nor have I given any thought to what I am going to be bringing on this trip, aside from my trusty laptop, which I received on my birthday four days ago, and my tablet, which is my most prized possession. I don't have a case for either so I must wrapped them in towels like small flat electronic babies. If my cousins hurt them terrible TERRIBLE things will happen. Dad says there will be Wifi so I will not be going insane from lack of Tegaki E. HUZZAH!
Seven hundred hours:
I HATE BEING AWAKE IN THE MORNINGS. THEY ARE FOR SLEEPING. Packed in like 10 minutes and hunted around for some odd things like shoes and notebooks. Double checked laptop and cords. Good to go.
Ten Hundred hours:
Driving. Had a Double Cheese Burger for lunch. Was decent but the fries were garbage. Thanks A LOT IN-AND-OUT. Jon has provided entertainment. It is called NAME THAT THEME SONG. Crazy bugger has like over three hundred theme songs.
Fourteen hundred hours:
Mom won with a score of, like, sixty something. I came in last with forty something dad was somewhere in the middle. Apparently most of Jon's theme songs were from the stone age. Now we are at my Aunt and Uncle's house in California. THERE WILL BE BEACH TIME I AM TOLD. FUCK YES. There will also be cousins. OBOI.
Sixteen hundred hours:
Had pasta for dinner. Mom told my Aunt I don't eat pasta. And generally I do not. But I ate it to prove her crazy. not that it needs proving. The entire time I wanted to stand up and shout PASTAAAAAAAAA! But I refrained. SELF CONTROLL GET!
Sometime at night:
THERE IS NO WIFI HERE. LET ME DIE.
Star Date; 2009, Sixth day of the seventh month.
Sometime in the morning:
Don't look at me I never look at the clock in the morning. Still no Wifi, and yet God keeps me alive. Have questioned dad about this disturbing lack of Internet in my life. Apparently There shall be no Wifi until we reach our final destination in Oregon. on THURSDAY. It is MONDAY. NEED I SAY MORE?.
Four Days til Wifi.
Later on:
Alright so I NEVER look at clocks, I shall work on this. ANWAYS, Beach going time now. Have suit, will swim. Jon is going to try to hide in the motor home. BUM. The cousins are fascinated by electronics, not surprising as parents have kept them living like the Amish (I exaggerate but only a little).
BEACH TIME:
OH MY GOSH THIS WAS THE GREATEST DAY OF MY LIFE! I can BOOGIE BOARD GUYS, I mean I KNEW I could already but I did it again and re-proved my SKILL. I'm awesome. And burnt. So that brings my tally of types of burns up to three, Sun, Rope and Rug burns guys, I need to stick my face in bleach or the oven to complete my collection with chemical an heat burns. Any other suggestions? Micheal wins title of awesome cousin since he is talking to me about drawing and stuff. also he doesn't cry when I wrestle with him, COOLEST TWELVE YEAR OLD EVER. Burgers for lunch guys, Bringing my total of ground patty sandwiches with cheese to TWO. HOT DAMN.
AFTER BEACH:
ONE MORE CHEESE BURGER WITH MUSHROOMS PLEASE. YEAH. Also My cousins like Elite Beat Agents. HOO-CHA three more for the team.
Twenty hundred hours:
Guys I just lost at Monopoly. BAD. Ow. And my Cousins Marie laughs like some sort of DEVIL. Some sort of crazy over-reacting, annoying devil ON CRACK and some other drugs I do not know. and she will laugh at ANY THING.
It's like
"Oh, I rolled a five."
"EEYAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAAAAH-HEEEE-EEE-EE-EEE-EAH-" and so forth.
Very high pitched and well, ten year old girl you get the idea. AM I RIGHT?
Showered. Am clean. HOO-CHA!
Leaving for G-pa's tomorrow. Am officially counting this day as over. Three days 'til Wifi.
Star Date; 2009, Seventh day of the seventh month.
Zero Hours
OH MY GOD I HAVE BEEN PLAYING PRINCESS MAKER 2 FOR LIKE TWO FUCKING HOURS AND MY DAUGHTER IS SUCH A BUM. HOW DO YOU DO THIS WITHOUT CHEATING? SERIOUSLY, SHE CAN ONLY PAINT AND SHE CAN'T DANCE WELL ENOUGH TO BEAT PATRCIA, WHO I AM PRETTY SURE IS A WHORE AND SHE IS ALSO TOO FAT TO FIT IN THE SILK DRESS I BOUGHT FOR 2000 GOLD. ARG. THAT IS NOT CHEAP. ATM THE FORTUNE TELLER IS TELLING ME SHE'S GONNA BE AN ARTIST WELL FUCK THAT. SHE IS LEARNING MAGIC AND GOING ON AN ADVENTURE LIKE NOW.
Seven hundred hours:
AWAKE. AND EVERYTHING HURTS. OW. GOD DAMN.
Eight hundred hours:
AND MY DAUGHTER IS STILL A COW. I gave up on the sil dress and sold it. Apparently Whatever I do she will never lose wieght EVER so I gave up. OTL. Anyways we are on the road so I am trying to type on the bumpy highways of California. SERIOUSLY CALIFORNIA. WHAT THE FUCK? CONCRETE SUCKS. ARG. ALso My parents just agreed that my cousin Marie's theme song is She's Got the Devil in Her Heart, by the Beatles. Titles wise, very sccurate I must say. It's a pity there isn't a song called. She's a biter, a squeler and she has no problem with Kicking You in the Face and she has the Devil in Her Heart. Because that would be PERFECT.
Now we're listening to werewolves in London. DAMN why is that song SO AMAZINGLY COOL?
DAUGHTER UPDATE. THE GOOD NEWS IS MY DAUGHTER DOESN'T HATE ME. AND NOW SHE'S GOING TO BE AN ARTIST. WOW. WAY TO AIM HIGH GIRL. AND SHE EVEN GOT MARRIED TO SOME NAMELESS DORK. But she made the kingdom famous with her art. and the Goddess of whatever doesn't hate me either. SHe just told me Helia, Yes I named her after a STartrek OC is probably going to be a crappy mother. I got 601 poitns. DANG.
Thirteen thirty seven hours:
Low battery. Have to type fast. Long story short, had subway for lunch. IT WAS DELICIOUS. ALSO MY MOTHER IS CRAAAaaaaAAAzy. SO CRAZY. DAd and Jon are mocking my travel journal. BUT THEY WILL BE SORRY HEN IT IS ALL THAT IS LEFT OF OUR ABSURD ADVENTURE AND THE WORLD ONLY HAS IT TO REMEMBER US BY!!! Okay GTG. Jon is going to read Shelock Holmes aloud so I'm off!
Seventeen hundred hours:
at Grandparents house. already bored. Three days til Wifi.
Eighteen hundred hours:
Everything is still sore. and all my reletives seem insistant to feeding me thigns I don't like. Meatballs were the dinner tonight. THEY ARE TALKING ABOUT INK CARTRIDGES FOR PRINTERS. SOMEONE SAVE ME!
Star Date; 2009, Eighth day of the seventh month.
Seventeen hundred hours:
HOORAH GOT AN INTERNET CORD. Catching up on tegaki and stuff. Talked to a few of you froods last night. Anyways today was boring. Jon is playing Elite Beat Agents and basically catching on faster than all three of my dumb cousins combined did. OH MAN DO I HAVE SO MANY STORIES ABOUT THOSE BUGGERS FOR YOU ALL.
I AM SO HUNGRRRRRRY.
KRYS ROLEPLAY PLOOOTTTIIING I HAVE BEEN DOING SOME.A little. WE SHOULD TALK SOON!
