Post by Asuka Was Here on Aug 25, 2006 21:30:42 GMT -5
Okay, actually, I hated it. But I'm back now, and since I hated it so much, naturally the first thing to do is rant linke a loon about how much I hated it it 
Let the torment begin ^^
So we drove. For hours. And hours. And ate at a cheap Chinese buffet. And drove some more. We finally ended up meeting with my grandparents at a cheap motel in Delaware by the Chesapeake Bridge... and froze to death in between fighting over the two blankets. The bathroom was far too small, so much so that when I chucked a towel into it for my dad to use in the shower, it landed in the toilet o.0'
After said miserable night, we progressed to a part in the middle of nowhere near the dirt we own through some bizarre investment plan of my lunatic parents. I ate decent fried chicken and pulled pork that tasted like tuna. Actually, it may have been tuna; it was really hard to tell. They claimed is was pork. Then we went and looked at our dirt. Boring. I proceeded to hiss, spit, kick, and make rude gestures at our neigbor's dirt, though, for they are being jerks and building their house deliberately to block our nice view of the sound. Not that I care, I hate North Carolina.
We then stayed for several days in Albemarle Plantation. My grandparents had to spend a night in a bed & breakfast that rented out little old historic houses that they had imported from all over the neighboring states. It even had a historic cockroach, which we brutally murdered. ^^ We, on the other hand, were in a country club, where I was constantly chastised for failing to dress up to country club standards. What. It was too hot for anything but a t-shirt and shorts. -.-'
The end result of all that is that we now own more North Carolina dirt. Lucky us. But this one comes with a country club and pool and golf course (it's a planned community thing...), so it's a little less thoroughly useless.
Oh, and did I mention I hate NC? Yeah. Bugs everywhere. Farms everywhere. Golf courses all over the place. Ugh. Actually, the farms weren't awful, it was just the vast expanses of flat emptiness that bugged me. We drove over the highest point in the entire county. In Connecticut, we have a word for that thing: molehill. I do so very much heart CT landscape.
Somewhere along the way, the Arbol became ill and miserable. Joy.
Even worse, my brother developed this weird spasm-blink thing, almost like a facial tick, but not quite. Parentals spazzed and took him to Albemarle Hospital, where they spent six hours ignoring him, only to catscan his brain, decide it looked funny, and ship him over to The Children's Hospital of the King's Daughters in Virginia. What was so special about the King's Daughters is beyond me, but apparently they get their own hospital. Mom say with the critter in the ER for another six hours while el padre drove us to a hotel, only to get pulled over by a cop, who, before he even got to see a liscense or registration, let us go because el padre informed him that we had just had a very long sit in the emergency room and really had better things to be doing than getting chewed out over being five mph over the speed limit (which is about what he was doing, too - limit was 65, he was going like 70... they're picky in the south. o.0' They don't even touch you here until you hit 80...). Then I started bawling for no particular reason. It certainly was interesting, though... although my brilliantly obnoxious sister Mimi asked me to about face so she could see me crying - apparently she hadn't seen such a thing before, and it was all very fascinating. Brat. Did I mention I hate her? With a passion?
End result of hospital adventure was that there was nothing wrong with the critter's brain, I felt significantly better after crying hysterically (I'd been working at crying for several hours previous because it's supposed to relieve stress, which I was under much of at the time. Problem is, I don't cry easily. At all. As in, people I know die and I just sit there boredly, for I'm just heartless like that. Why I cried over a cop pulling us over was beyond me, but it did make me feel better)
We then progressed to our Virginia Beach portion of the vacation. Nothing terribly exciting about that, though. I slept most of the time. Went to a seafood buffet with really good cornbread. Also went to the Virginia Aquarium, which was actually really neat and nice-lloking, except they only kept local varieties of scalies. Ended up in an arguement with mine parental overwhich killifish species we were looking at. He ended up tired, though, and wandered off to sit with my mother while I tried to inform him that it was clearly a mummichog. Moron.
Mind you, I never actually set foot on the beach. Our "beachfront" hotel had construction right in front of it on the beach, i.e. it was more like a "construction equipment-front" hotel. WIth one very slow elevator.
Earlier this morning, I rode on a bike to a breakfast spot. This is only fascinating because it's the first time I'd been on a bike since 5th grade. Mind you, it wasn't so much riding as it was wobbling around while attempting not to kill anyone. -.- Shut up.
Went to a Borders yesterday and bought a few books, including Stephenie Meyer's New Moon, the sequel to Twilight. Great book. Really great book, actually. Read it if you like romance, vampires, or action, or just good reading.
Drove home, obviously, after riding said bike. Stopped once for food, which was more fried chicken. Bad fried chicken, actually, but the breading was tasty. It was just overcooked and dry.
Came home, made sure fish were still alive, and sat down here.
Will now proceed to post all over every square inch of these forums, and then go to bed. I'm happy to see nothing has exploded since I left, or it doesn't seem that way at least. I also will probably post some doodles tomorrow; I did some scribbling along the way.
Let the torment begin ^^So we drove. For hours. And hours. And ate at a cheap Chinese buffet. And drove some more. We finally ended up meeting with my grandparents at a cheap motel in Delaware by the Chesapeake Bridge... and froze to death in between fighting over the two blankets. The bathroom was far too small, so much so that when I chucked a towel into it for my dad to use in the shower, it landed in the toilet o.0'
After said miserable night, we progressed to a part in the middle of nowhere near the dirt we own through some bizarre investment plan of my lunatic parents. I ate decent fried chicken and pulled pork that tasted like tuna. Actually, it may have been tuna; it was really hard to tell. They claimed is was pork. Then we went and looked at our dirt. Boring. I proceeded to hiss, spit, kick, and make rude gestures at our neigbor's dirt, though, for they are being jerks and building their house deliberately to block our nice view of the sound. Not that I care, I hate North Carolina.
We then stayed for several days in Albemarle Plantation. My grandparents had to spend a night in a bed & breakfast that rented out little old historic houses that they had imported from all over the neighboring states. It even had a historic cockroach, which we brutally murdered. ^^ We, on the other hand, were in a country club, where I was constantly chastised for failing to dress up to country club standards. What. It was too hot for anything but a t-shirt and shorts. -.-'
The end result of all that is that we now own more North Carolina dirt. Lucky us. But this one comes with a country club and pool and golf course (it's a planned community thing...), so it's a little less thoroughly useless.
Oh, and did I mention I hate NC? Yeah. Bugs everywhere. Farms everywhere. Golf courses all over the place. Ugh. Actually, the farms weren't awful, it was just the vast expanses of flat emptiness that bugged me. We drove over the highest point in the entire county. In Connecticut, we have a word for that thing: molehill. I do so very much heart CT landscape.
Somewhere along the way, the Arbol became ill and miserable. Joy.
Even worse, my brother developed this weird spasm-blink thing, almost like a facial tick, but not quite. Parentals spazzed and took him to Albemarle Hospital, where they spent six hours ignoring him, only to catscan his brain, decide it looked funny, and ship him over to The Children's Hospital of the King's Daughters in Virginia. What was so special about the King's Daughters is beyond me, but apparently they get their own hospital. Mom say with the critter in the ER for another six hours while el padre drove us to a hotel, only to get pulled over by a cop, who, before he even got to see a liscense or registration, let us go because el padre informed him that we had just had a very long sit in the emergency room and really had better things to be doing than getting chewed out over being five mph over the speed limit (which is about what he was doing, too - limit was 65, he was going like 70... they're picky in the south. o.0' They don't even touch you here until you hit 80...). Then I started bawling for no particular reason. It certainly was interesting, though... although my brilliantly obnoxious sister Mimi asked me to about face so she could see me crying - apparently she hadn't seen such a thing before, and it was all very fascinating. Brat. Did I mention I hate her? With a passion?
End result of hospital adventure was that there was nothing wrong with the critter's brain, I felt significantly better after crying hysterically (I'd been working at crying for several hours previous because it's supposed to relieve stress, which I was under much of at the time. Problem is, I don't cry easily. At all. As in, people I know die and I just sit there boredly, for I'm just heartless like that. Why I cried over a cop pulling us over was beyond me, but it did make me feel better)
We then progressed to our Virginia Beach portion of the vacation. Nothing terribly exciting about that, though. I slept most of the time. Went to a seafood buffet with really good cornbread. Also went to the Virginia Aquarium, which was actually really neat and nice-lloking, except they only kept local varieties of scalies. Ended up in an arguement with mine parental overwhich killifish species we were looking at. He ended up tired, though, and wandered off to sit with my mother while I tried to inform him that it was clearly a mummichog. Moron.
Mind you, I never actually set foot on the beach. Our "beachfront" hotel had construction right in front of it on the beach, i.e. it was more like a "construction equipment-front" hotel. WIth one very slow elevator.
Earlier this morning, I rode on a bike to a breakfast spot. This is only fascinating because it's the first time I'd been on a bike since 5th grade. Mind you, it wasn't so much riding as it was wobbling around while attempting not to kill anyone. -.- Shut up.
Went to a Borders yesterday and bought a few books, including Stephenie Meyer's New Moon, the sequel to Twilight. Great book. Really great book, actually. Read it if you like romance, vampires, or action, or just good reading.
Drove home, obviously, after riding said bike. Stopped once for food, which was more fried chicken. Bad fried chicken, actually, but the breading was tasty. It was just overcooked and dry.
Came home, made sure fish were still alive, and sat down here.
Will now proceed to post all over every square inch of these forums, and then go to bed. I'm happy to see nothing has exploded since I left, or it doesn't seem that way at least. I also will probably post some doodles tomorrow; I did some scribbling along the way.
