When I woke up this morning, it was foggy. After some lying around being tired, I forced myself out of bed and rifled through my suitcase for one of the dresses I brought with me. Then we headed over to church for the eight am mass. Walking there was like walking through a ghost town. It was foggy, and the usually busy city streets were almost totally free of cars. There were maybe five that weren't driving to the local church.
I'm not totally lost here, but I don't understand enough Polish to decipher what the priest was saying. There's something to be said for not understanding, though. You're free to observe, not distracted by speech and the want to say the right things at the right time in the right places. I think we often miss things because our thoughts are almost entirely consumed with speaking and interacting. When you have an excuse such as mine, it's nice to be left to what you can see without the distraction of what you can hear.
I've always thought of church as a nice place for thinking. Not understanding the readings and the gospel and the homily only strengthened that. When I wasn't marveling at the beauty of the artwork and general being of the church, I truthfully mainly thought of what I would write here. I often think about my blog when I go places, but here I was free to dream up ideas without interruption. I also did some serious thinking about converting to Hufflepuff, which I'm not totally set on doing, and am basically having a mid-school-life crisis over.
Something I also do often is think of little scenes and ideas in my head for stories, so I did some of that.
Walking back from church, my mom told me some of what the priest had been saying. At one point he said that people almost never do things for nothing. They have intent, something to gain, even if they don't notice it themselves.
I like that.
Walking back, we were hoping the weather would remain foggy, but it turned out to be perfect beach weather.
And we have company. Speaking of said company, more people just arrived. Buhbuhbuh. Now that two other girls around my age are here, I'm obligated to stay downstairs. And I was just getting to the good part. >.<
Roughly four hours later, I need to go on a quick tangent. We ended up having twelve guests. I've always acknowledged that I have a fairly attractive family, but no one in America can compare to the family members I have in Europe. WHY AM I RELATED TO SO MANY ATTRACTIVE PEOPLE? I'm jealous. ._. Some of them are just unfairly attractive. I want a perfect little nose and thin eyebrows and clear skin.
So, anyway, the first four people to arrive were my grandmother's two sisters and who I think was my mom's cousin and his wife. This was in addition to me, my mom, my grandmother, and a guy who I think is also my mom's cousin, who lives with my grandmother. It was fairly awkward. They all spoke about as much English as I spoke Polish, or maybe they were just hiding mad English skills. Either way, I kind of stood to the side, wishing I could run upstairs and hide. Then my grandmother and her sisters had a brief conversation which I believe concerned how nice my legs are.
Then the Awkward Monster exploded out of happiness, leaving us all coated in a thick layer of awkward that would doom us all.
Speaking of the Awkward Monster wreaking its awkward-tastic havoc, this conversation I just had with an uncle-that-I-apparently-have is a wonderful example of that:
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
"No, my mom would kill me."
"What?"
"...She would not be happy."
-snort- I'm so great at talking to people IRL. Stumbling over my words, talking so fast the foreigners don't understand, and using euphamisms that would imply some serious business to a different culture.
I'm using the moment when they asked to see my netbook to write. Like a boss. We're hoping that the--
As soon as I said that, my mom told me that I have company and have to put the netbook away.
--weather will be as gorgeous tomorrow as it was today, as we could only squeeze in a little under two hours of walking. However, one of my mom's cousins said it was going to rain. Boooo.
And revisiting the awkward, another uncle-that-I-apparently had wanted to stay in touch, so I had to tell him that on Facebook my last name is Ketchum, from Pokemon, and give him the embarrassing email I made in 4th grade. Yaaaay.
Everyone is finally gone. The only good thing that came out of this was a load of cakes and small gifts from people (A multi-colored rosary? That was first on my Christmas list. Already blessed? Bonus, whooo). I would enjoy these gatherings much more if everyone could just, like, speak in a language I understand. I wish my ears magically heard the Polish as English, and that their ears magically turned my English into Polish. That would be so freaking helpful. Instead I stood around awkwardly with the other four girls while they spoke Polish, and one of them translated in okay-English every now and then.
"Why are you so quiet?"
Dude, I'm socially awkward in my first language, let alone one I hardly know.
Okay, I'm wicked tired. If anyone cares, I switched Simisage out of my Pokemon party because I realized after you evolve your Pan- Pokemon, you can't learn anymore moves. Into told me Sawsbuck is really helpful when fighting the E4, and my Sawsbuck was the only other decent grass-type Pokemon I had. And now my party isn't exclusively male. XD
PoKEMON StATS
Hours played: 28 hours and 6 minutes
Current team:
- Emboar, 58
- Zebstrika, 53
- Vanillish, 39
- Garbodor, 38
- Swanna, 38
- Sawsbuck, 34
Badges: 8
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