Another long day. It's currently 11:28 pm, so it's a good thing I can type fast.
This morning I was worried we wouldn't go anywhere before the house we were invited to for dessert and supper, as it was thundering and there was lightning and it was raining pretty hard. However, the weather eased up and we woke up my sister, finally heading back downtown at 11am.
My mom really wanted to go to the National Museum of Poland. It's free on Fridays, and thank goodness it was. There really wasn't much to see, since they are working on exhibits that won't be open until at least partway through September. We did get to see the famous painting (a tri-something) of the road to heaven, purgatory, and hell that used to hang in St. Katherine's church that we visited yesterday. I believe it was actually still there when I first came here five years ago, because I remember seeing it and trying not to pay attention to it, because I had just turned nine and was still innocent.
We stopped by a few other churches, two of which didn't let you inside the church and you just had to look through a gate (St. Barbara and one other). The third was St. Peter and Paul's, which was beautiful, just like every other church here.
Originally, we thought we were going to be picked up at 4:30pm to go to dessert/supper (a time that was changed to 6pm), so we were under a bit of a time crunch. We walked down Mariacka Street, which is where all the amber jewelry shops are. The reputable ones, anyway. My sister wants to buy amber earrings, so we looked for a bit. I really like the ones with a sun that has an amber center, with silver sunbeams off of it. Fail description, but it's late.
When we got back, we had dinner. It was around 3:30 when we sat down to eat, because the potatoes needed to cook and the fish cakes needed to be heated up. Around four, we got a call saying we'd be picked up at six instead. We went to the little shop next door to the house to buy Calypso ice cream, which my mom grew up on. Then my sister and I grabbed our netbooks and headed with my mom to the pier to see if we could access the internet via the free wifi hotspot.
AND IT WORKED. :D
Unfortunately, it also began pouring rain like a boss, and we ended up speed-walking home and having roughly five minutes to get ready before my mom's cousin came to take us to his place in Gdynia.
Their condiminium-house deal is a sweet number. They have a brown-and-cream/white theme going on in the living and dining room floor. The furniture is wood-modern, and the floors are made up of different fancy tiles. Very nice. The rest of the house is just lovely as well, with a luxury bathroom and some awesome bedrooms. The view is also fantastic. The style of the neighborhood is kind of like northern California. I'd live there.
It's 11:43pm, and tomorrow morning at 9am a family member is picking us up to take us to the farm to spend the whole day. We send my old clothes there, but I'm not totally sure how we're all related. Either way, it was odd the last time to see the younger girls in clothes I remember from my childhood.
Quick story time! I have this unfairly attractive cousin who is my age, the daughter of the aunt and uncle we visited this evening. She attends a performing arts high school and wears awesome clothes and has a bedroom out of a catalog. Apparently when we had all those family members over on Sunday, it was like an outrage amongst my grandmother and her sisters because she wore make-up. It was nice to be liked on the grounds that I don't wear make-up. The fact that I couldn't talk to them probably helped. My grandmother gets ridiculously pleased when I say "dobranoc" or "nie wiem."
I want to talk Pokemon for a moment. I beat Ghestis this morning, once I bought some Revives and a few more Lemonades. I can't believe I was paying 700 for Super Potions when I could've been paying 200 for Fresh Waters that do the same thing. At first I was worried that all the trainers would have level 20-ish Pokemon, like on the route right after Nimbasa City on the right. It was lovely to encounter really experience trainers, as well as the story about the Seven Sages. All the old Pokemon (and some new ones), get me all excited and I just want to catch them all. regthreuhiurh
My only complaint is I swear the internet said that the White Forest had Pokemon in it. And like. Buh. If I bought White because of that, and it turns out to be untrue, then I'll be just a bit pissed. I really like Reshiram, and I love fire types to bits. Buhbuhbuh. But either way, White has been a really fantastic game. The difference between it and SoulSilver is phenomenal, and I've just really enjoyed playing it. I enjoyed SoulSilver, too, but it just...wasn't boring. it was fresh and innovative and just wicked cool. Thirty-five-plus-tax well spent.
I wore my watch necklace today, and people really like it. I really like it. :D
11:52. Going to record my Pokemon stats and hit the sack hard.
I though the wild Pokemon would be weak due to that first route, so I switched Sawsbuck for Drilbur because I think Excadrill is boss. I might keep it, just because it's so awesome. I'll compare them on serebii.net when I next get internet. Which will hopefully be when it isn't raining and blowing droplets onto my screen.
11:56. I borrowed Hour Game by David Baldacci from my godmother because I ran out of books to read. I was worried it would suck, but it's really quite good. It's a murder mystery, but not a terrifying one, which is good. I'm easily terrified. But what was with the random teenages having sex in the car? Couldn't making out of been fine?
PoKEMON StATS
Hours played: 36 hours and 59 minutes
Current team:
- Emboar, 62
- Zebstrika, 60
- Vanilluxe, 53
- Zekrom, 52
- Swanna, 46
- Excadrill, 44
Badges: 8
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Sunday, August 21, 2011
The Awkward Monster is on the Prowl - 8.14.2011
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
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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