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Chronicles of 7th Grade: Acadia, part 3
Aug. 10th, 2009 05:55 amThe last part of our stay at Acadia National Park. I was really glad to go home on Tuesday, after not being able to play Super Mario RPG for more than a week. Driving upstate for more than a week so that I'm deprived of video games? Not my idea of a vacation.
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Back to the present.
I should've marked this when it was current, but Marie brought it up for the nth time yesterday morning. But anyway, some weeks ago, while we were all asleep, Mom's cell phone alarm went off that she forgot to turn off, and it was playing some repetitive jazz piano song. It was nothing more than a slight annoyance to me, but Marie was scared because she felt as if there was a skeleton playing the song in the basement. She called for Mom from on the futon, and after, like, five or six times, she told me to go get her. I knocked on Mom and Dad's door and asked what it was, and Mom told me to go into the kitchen to turn it off.
Shortly after me, Marie, Grandma, and Aunt Marie played some rounds of Ginasta, all of us went out for a sail (save Brian, who was out with Amy, and only came back briefly several times throughout the day). On the way there, me and Marie shared with Mom nightmares that we've had either in the past or recently. I don't remember what any of Marie's were (except for Mr. Bernacki beating up Dad), but several of mine were of fighting several demon bears with a shovel, seeing an airplane make several loops in the sky before nose-diving towards me, and being in some sci-fi place, entering a hallway, and having some flying robot shooting at me with a machine gun. I should also mention that I sometimes have dreams where I'm either naked... and thinking, whatever... (apparently, Tycho from Penny Arcade has such dreams,) or am suffocating, as if I've got some respiratory disease, only to wake up and find that my nostrils were resting on a pillow or blanket the whole time.
Anyway, to give myself something to do, I brought Japanese in Mangaland, volume 2 and a notebook with me. As it turns out, though, the catboat is one of the worst places to bring something to read or write with.(What a coincidence it is that I mentioned that in the same lj-entry where I marked a day when I brought a player's guide and some stuff to write with onto the beach in Acadia ten years ago.)
Last night, all of us (once again, save Brian, who only came home briefly with Amy) played some rounds of ginasta. We had some boxes of candy, which we emptied into some bowls to eat during the game, because we were originally planning to watch a movie instead. I shared a bowl each of Whoppers and Junior Mints with Aunt Marie (who was sitting next to me), and poured myself a glass of milk to go with it. I was dead tired after the game ended, and just went right to bed after making my way up into the apartment.
( Read more... )
Back to the present.
I should've marked this when it was current, but Marie brought it up for the nth time yesterday morning. But anyway, some weeks ago, while we were all asleep, Mom's cell phone alarm went off that she forgot to turn off, and it was playing some repetitive jazz piano song. It was nothing more than a slight annoyance to me, but Marie was scared because she felt as if there was a skeleton playing the song in the basement. She called for Mom from on the futon, and after, like, five or six times, she told me to go get her. I knocked on Mom and Dad's door and asked what it was, and Mom told me to go into the kitchen to turn it off.
Shortly after me, Marie, Grandma, and Aunt Marie played some rounds of Ginasta, all of us went out for a sail (save Brian, who was out with Amy, and only came back briefly several times throughout the day). On the way there, me and Marie shared with Mom nightmares that we've had either in the past or recently. I don't remember what any of Marie's were (except for Mr. Bernacki beating up Dad), but several of mine were of fighting several demon bears with a shovel, seeing an airplane make several loops in the sky before nose-diving towards me, and being in some sci-fi place, entering a hallway, and having some flying robot shooting at me with a machine gun. I should also mention that I sometimes have dreams where I'm either naked... and thinking, whatever... (apparently, Tycho from Penny Arcade has such dreams,) or am suffocating, as if I've got some respiratory disease, only to wake up and find that my nostrils were resting on a pillow or blanket the whole time.
Anyway, to give myself something to do, I brought Japanese in Mangaland, volume 2 and a notebook with me. As it turns out, though, the catboat is one of the worst places to bring something to read or write with.(What a coincidence it is that I mentioned that in the same lj-entry where I marked a day when I brought a player's guide and some stuff to write with onto the beach in Acadia ten years ago.)
Last night, all of us (once again, save Brian, who only came home briefly with Amy) played some rounds of ginasta. We had some boxes of candy, which we emptied into some bowls to eat during the game, because we were originally planning to watch a movie instead. I shared a bowl each of Whoppers and Junior Mints with Aunt Marie (who was sitting next to me), and poured myself a glass of milk to go with it. I was dead tired after the game ended, and just went right to bed after making my way up into the apartment.