Apparently, last night my cousins' cat came in and tried to sleep on my stomach. Unfortunately, my mom kicked her out and closed the door. DX
So, today, I woke up.
And then I ate breakfast.
WHOOO. INTERNET. WHOOO. Unfortunately, my cousins' router likes to turn itself off at random times, which makes doing stuff difficult. But still. It's, like, internet.
At one point while the router was off, I did some French-studying. Made a short rap about possessive adjectives, and another about feminine buildings and locations. I'm so cool. XD Apparently, one of the other kids who was studying over the summer took the test today, while no one responded to my email about it. Boooo. I also missed orientation today. Buhbuhbuh.
We went out for lunch, where I ate a massive pork chop covered in sauce and a side of french fries with a glass of Fanta.
Then we came home...
MORE INTERNET, WHOOO.
Then we (that is, me, my mom, my aunt, my uncle) went into town and I spent all my Euros, plus some of my uncle's Euros, on a new bag and wallet. They're just so cute. I couldn't resist. ._.
We ate ice cream~ :D
Then we came home again.
MORE INTERNET, WHOOOOOO. XD
Me, my cousin, my other cousin, and one of my cousin's friends went bowling. I'm awful at bowling, as it so happens. And I drank an awful Virgin Colada. The one I had at Arizona Pizza was much better. Anyway, I may be awful at bowling, but I happen to be quite good at air hockey. we played two-on-two air hockey, which was fantastic. Then we got take out pizza at this place where my cousin used to work, so everyone was super nice and they all knew him.
Though they messed up one of our orders, and we ended up with a tunafish pizza. XP
Then we played Super Smash Brothers Brawl, which was especially fun because my brother sold our copy of it. -.-
And then more internet. I recently realized (meaning a few minutes ago) how much I truly love Tumblr. I don't know how I lived without it for so many dies. However, a Tumblr post just scared me pretty bad, and now I'm afraid to go shower. But I have to go shower, because I'm a neat freak. So I guess I should go shower.
PoKEMON StATS
"We're talking about how we miss being young and playing Pokemon all day."
"...I still do that."
Being a kid is awesome. Unfortunately, my French comes first. BON NUIT~ (I think that's good night...don't hold me to that...XD)
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Sunday, August 21, 2011
THE FOOD. LET ME DEVOUR IT. - 8.20.2011
11:34 pm. But I was worried it would be midnight by the time we got home, so this is good.
Today I awoke after six hours of sleep at six in the morning. For two hours I lay around, trying yet failing to get back to sleep, but not being able to keep my eyes open if I wanted to. At eight, I admitted to myself that it was time to get up and get ready. We were supposed to be getting picked up at nine to head over to the farm where we have family members.
After getting dressed, I ate a crossaint and some grapes. We weren't sure if we were having breakfast over there as well, so we ate a little just in case.
The guy picking us up--my uncle--ended up being forty-five minutes late due to his work, so I did some reading while we were waiting for him. Then me, my mom, my sister, and my grandmother all piled into his car and we began the hour-long drive to the farm.
We took a detour on the way there to look at another cathedrale--Pelplin. We paid our way in and I assure you, it was totally worth it. The place is massive and positively gorgeous. It's true beauty couldn't be captured no matter how many pictures I took, but I tried my best. There was a crew setting up flowers and candles and things for a wedding there. I wonder how much it costs to get married there...
Food was served almost the moment we walked in the door. We were greeted by my mother's aunt. I wish I could talk to this woman. She just seems to upbeat and awesome. Like a gameshow host or a younger, foreign Betty White. Plus, ohmigosh, her cooking. That food tasted like falling in love. Everything was homemade, from the cakes to the sauces, straight down to the noodles in the chicken soup. They live on a farm, like I've said, so they grow a lot of what they eat. Anyway, the food was just fantastic. Like, MasterChef fantastic. Though I don't think she would qualify for MasterChef because in the winter, when the farm is inactive, she cooks for weddings. She cooked all the food for my parents' wedding. I want her to cook for my wedding. Did I mention that the food was phenomenal?
Also, they gave me wine. I know the legal drinking age here is 18, so I thought it was odd. The following conversation occured between my sister and I once she took a sip of her own drink:
"So, is it wine?"
"Yup. Guess they think you're old enough."
"I'm kind of scared to try it."
"Don't get wasted."
Eventually, I took a sip. I almost chickened out when the smell reached my nose, but I managed to take a little sip. Tasted about as good as it smelled: that is, like piss. Seriously, why do people drink wine? Excuse me while I go wash out my mouth.
So lately I've been meeting a lot of family members, and I'm starting to lose track. Below is a quick list of the family members I know of.
In America:
-mom
-dad
-sister
-sister
-brother
-godmother
-godfather
-uncle
-aunt
-three cousins
In Germany:
-uncle
-aunt
-two cousins
In Poland:
-mom's mother
-dad's parents
-mom's mother's two sisters--my great aunts
-uncle that lives with grandmother
- my uncle, Woytek, and his brothers--three sets of aunts and uncles
-four cousins from those three sets
-great aunt and uncle at farm
-three sets of aunts and uncles met at farm
-six cousins met at farm
And that isn't even including the parents of my aunt in America and my aunt and Germany, and everyone that they are related to. I was so used to having a neat little family that I could keep easy tabs on. Now my mind has been blown.
11:52pm.
We eventually left the farm, laden with gifts despite the fact that we were the ones visiting them and they had cooked us the fantastic meal and like, they didn't have to. A few minutes after we got back, we called a taxi and drove over to the Oliwa cathedrale for a concert my mother and sister really wanted to go to--the finale of the Mozart festival thigns, Mozartiana. There was a bit of a misconception, so we waited in the cold for a while before getting in and buying tickets. We met some guy with a son who lived in London and had a British accent. :D
Then we had a half hour to kill, so we went to the Oliwa cemetary where some family members are buried. My mom wanted to see the grave of her father. I don't really want to get into the family grave parts, because anything interesting related to it is really more my mom's story to tell, and I'm low on time to get into all the details of my day. There was one grave that was buried in bouquets of flowers, so we assume the funeral was today.
The concert was nice, though I spent the whole time focusing on not falling asleep. The place was packed and probably sold out. The music wasn't exactly my favorite--more the kind you play in the background at Christmas parties--but it sounded very good and was altogether an enoyable thing, I suppose.
We walked for a bit before finally finding a big post that said TAXI, and a taxi eventually came and took us home. Two minutes to midnight, so I'm signing off for tonight. I've probably missed something, but.
PoKEMON StATS
Same as yesterday, no time to copy and paste.
Today I awoke after six hours of sleep at six in the morning. For two hours I lay around, trying yet failing to get back to sleep, but not being able to keep my eyes open if I wanted to. At eight, I admitted to myself that it was time to get up and get ready. We were supposed to be getting picked up at nine to head over to the farm where we have family members.
After getting dressed, I ate a crossaint and some grapes. We weren't sure if we were having breakfast over there as well, so we ate a little just in case.
The guy picking us up--my uncle--ended up being forty-five minutes late due to his work, so I did some reading while we were waiting for him. Then me, my mom, my sister, and my grandmother all piled into his car and we began the hour-long drive to the farm.
We took a detour on the way there to look at another cathedrale--Pelplin. We paid our way in and I assure you, it was totally worth it. The place is massive and positively gorgeous. It's true beauty couldn't be captured no matter how many pictures I took, but I tried my best. There was a crew setting up flowers and candles and things for a wedding there. I wonder how much it costs to get married there...
Food was served almost the moment we walked in the door. We were greeted by my mother's aunt. I wish I could talk to this woman. She just seems to upbeat and awesome. Like a gameshow host or a younger, foreign Betty White. Plus, ohmigosh, her cooking. That food tasted like falling in love. Everything was homemade, from the cakes to the sauces, straight down to the noodles in the chicken soup. They live on a farm, like I've said, so they grow a lot of what they eat. Anyway, the food was just fantastic. Like, MasterChef fantastic. Though I don't think she would qualify for MasterChef because in the winter, when the farm is inactive, she cooks for weddings. She cooked all the food for my parents' wedding. I want her to cook for my wedding. Did I mention that the food was phenomenal?
Also, they gave me wine. I know the legal drinking age here is 18, so I thought it was odd. The following conversation occured between my sister and I once she took a sip of her own drink:
"So, is it wine?"
"Yup. Guess they think you're old enough."
"I'm kind of scared to try it."
"Don't get wasted."
Eventually, I took a sip. I almost chickened out when the smell reached my nose, but I managed to take a little sip. Tasted about as good as it smelled: that is, like piss. Seriously, why do people drink wine? Excuse me while I go wash out my mouth.
So lately I've been meeting a lot of family members, and I'm starting to lose track. Below is a quick list of the family members I know of.
In America:
-mom
-dad
-sister
-sister
-brother
-godmother
-godfather
-uncle
-aunt
-three cousins
In Germany:
-uncle
-aunt
-two cousins
In Poland:
-mom's mother
-dad's parents
-mom's mother's two sisters--my great aunts
-uncle that lives with grandmother
- my uncle, Woytek, and his brothers--three sets of aunts and uncles
-four cousins from those three sets
-great aunt and uncle at farm
-three sets of aunts and uncles met at farm
-six cousins met at farm
And that isn't even including the parents of my aunt in America and my aunt and Germany, and everyone that they are related to. I was so used to having a neat little family that I could keep easy tabs on. Now my mind has been blown.
11:52pm.
We eventually left the farm, laden with gifts despite the fact that we were the ones visiting them and they had cooked us the fantastic meal and like, they didn't have to. A few minutes after we got back, we called a taxi and drove over to the Oliwa cathedrale for a concert my mother and sister really wanted to go to--the finale of the Mozart festival thigns, Mozartiana. There was a bit of a misconception, so we waited in the cold for a while before getting in and buying tickets. We met some guy with a son who lived in London and had a British accent. :D
Then we had a half hour to kill, so we went to the Oliwa cemetary where some family members are buried. My mom wanted to see the grave of her father. I don't really want to get into the family grave parts, because anything interesting related to it is really more my mom's story to tell, and I'm low on time to get into all the details of my day. There was one grave that was buried in bouquets of flowers, so we assume the funeral was today.
The concert was nice, though I spent the whole time focusing on not falling asleep. The place was packed and probably sold out. The music wasn't exactly my favorite--more the kind you play in the background at Christmas parties--but it sounded very good and was altogether an enoyable thing, I suppose.
We walked for a bit before finally finding a big post that said TAXI, and a taxi eventually came and took us home. Two minutes to midnight, so I'm signing off for tonight. I've probably missed something, but.
PoKEMON StATS
Same as yesterday, no time to copy and paste.
GOTTA CATCH 'EM ALL - 8.19.2011
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
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
Today We Did Things and It Was Fun :D - 8.18.2011
Today was, in short, a good day.
We woke up and ate breakfast, and then quickly took off towards the trumway to go into downtown Gdansk. The trumway ride was cool, I guess. It wasn't that striking, really, other than the fact that it is the most hardcore roller coaster my mom will ever ride. More hardcore than the autoban and the ski lift to one of the castles we visited in Germany.
After a quick bit of walking (in which my mom gave money to a guy that reminded me of Mike Lombardo playing guitar because my dad used to do that. She likes giving money to musicians) , we went into a small chuch which I believe was St. Catherines church. It was pretty. A lot of things we saw today had things in Polish, English, and German, but the English translations weren't always that great. I could understand them, and it was nice that they did it at all, but you'd think they could've found someone to proofread their signs. "Book also available in English and Germany." And that doesn't have anything of the "Blef stek" at the restaurant we ate at.
(I'm such a hypocrite, because without internet I'm not spell-checking these, and foreign countries spell check in their own language on blogger.)
The St. Dominic's festival is currently going on. It's kind of like a flea market, or at least that's what people keep calling it. It's basically just tons of vendors selling stuff. I like it a lot, regardless of whether or not I can descibe it well. Anyway, we walked through some streets, taking a detour to visit the World's Holiest Store.
This place was just packed, and I mean up to the ceiling packed, with church-related things. Crucifixes, batisimal outfits, church wine, holiday trinkets, pope-related things, paintings having to do with church-y things, and even the goblets churches use to administer the church wine. I wasn't really sure why my mom wanted to go there--I guess it was there when she was growing up--but it smelled funny and I wasn't sad to see the exit.
After some more walking, we came to the amber museum. I don't know what it's actually called, which is why there are no capital letters. Just amber museum. XD Either way, at first it seemed to be mystical and kind of...mystical. There were showcases of amber and some fantasy-esque music playing from little videos relating to amber. Then it got to be kind of creepy, when you got in range on the museum it was a part of, which had to do with the war and weapons and torture. You could hear the screams from the actors-pretending-to-be-tortured on the screen they had, so that was. Yeah. The stairs were also extremely steep, which was a massive workout going up and a danger going down.
Side note: the top two floors of the amber museum were wicked cool. The place went from medival castle to modern loft, with marble floors and a central spiral staircase, also marble, with a shiny silver banister that led up to a circular balcony deal. I want to live in a place like that. ._.
More walking, and we decided to eat, as it was around one. We finally picked a restaurant that was apparently one of Poland's top 100. We figured it would be good, but forty-five minutes of waiting for our dishes later, we were beginning to have our doubts. We ended up asking another waiter what was going on, and the wait turned out to be like, insane. The other waiter probably took our orders and went on break. Pah. The food was pretty good, though. I ordered off the Kids Menu, since my strategy for ordering in Europe has basically been to find the dishes with french fries and order one of those with a Cola. My mom thinks I'm crazy, but hey, vacation. No one lets me eat like this at home.
While we were eating, two young guys sat outside the fancy outdoor area of the place and began to play guitar and sing. I thought one was kind of attractive, but like, I'm shy and awkward and with my mom and there's the language barrier. Besides, I couldn't understand a word they were singing, and he kind of looked like a prick. But then they sang PokerFace, and it was like, "ATTRACTIVE GUY WITH ATTRACTIVE ACCENT, WANT."
Then we left.
We walked more through the festival-flea market, making our way towards the St. Mary's church, which is the biggest brick church in Poland, if not the world. Our facts aren't totally straight, so don't hold me to that. I'd been there twice before, but it was still beautiful and, well, big. Despite having gone twice, I'd never climbed the tower to the top. The three of us paid to climb up, but near the top my mom was really feeling the air pressure and went back down. The woman behind her went with her, saying how they should warn people about that kind of thing. So that was nice.
Just over 400 (they were numbered) stairs later, my sister and I were at the top. The view was just gorgeous, though I was hanging on to my camera for dear life so I wouldn't drop it. I noticed that people dropped money onto a little ledge between two peaks in the roof. I had found one grosy (grozy? I don't know, Polish cents) on the way to the trumway, so I dug it out and followed suit. I wasn't sure if you were supposed to make a wish or not, but I did just in case. I figured since it was a big cathedrale that it should be an important wish, but it was kind of a silly thing to think was important. I don't want to say what it was, partly because I don't want to jinx it and partly out of embarrassment, but it wasn't like, to be successful or to get home safely to America or to live to retirement or anything. But important in it's own way, maybe.
Another 405-ish stairs later, we were at the bottom. After we had passed the part with the domes of the church ceiling and all, it was a tight spiral staircase to the bottom, just like when we had been going up. My legs were unhappy with this, and it was kind of uncomfortable going down. The stairs were pretty steep, too.
I'm tired, but I need to finish this post.
Once we left the church, we began to meander our way home. There was one stand a young girl, probably a college student, was running, the jewelry she sold was very cool, centered around watches and mechanisms and things. If she isn't an art student, she should be, because it was all very cool. I ended up spending 59 zloty ($20.70) on a bronzey-brass necklace with a pendant shaped like a teapot, that has a working watch on it. I can't describe it well, but I adore it.
Then we bought some things at a congregation of fruit and veggie stands, which was heaven for me. It just smelled divine and I wish we had something like that at home. We never go to the Farmer's Market anymore. D:
After dinner, we took a walk on the beach. It was postively gorgeous, with a pinky-orange-blue sky where there weren't clouds. The waves were a pretty color under the sky, crashing quickly and cold and very much unlike yesterday morning when the sea was hardly moving. My mom and sister were kind of complaining back and forth to each other, so it was nice to be next to the loud waves, not being able to hear them well. I want them both to be happy here. I'm happy and having fun. I want everyone to be happy and having fun.
Quick side notes before I skip off to bed.
1. The sand makes my legs really dry, and I didn't want to use my mom's lotion since it's with macadamia nut oil, and I'm allergic to macadamia nuts. We took the strawberry body lotion from the room that basically belongs to my cousin in Germany (the one with the wasps). This stuff appears dangerously edible. It looks like strawberry yogurt and smells like all your hopes and dreams just came true. I may have to take it home with me.
2. Is it me, or was the Elite 4 way harder this Generation? I didn't lose to any of them, and maybe I just wasn't used to difficult battles, but it felt way harder (lololol, that's what she said. I'm tired). Then I beat N just fine, and lost to Ghestis because I was low on supplies. Zekrom is cool. I like Reshiram better, to be honest, but I wanted the White Forest, so I got White. EDIT FROM THE 21ST: WHERE ARE THE POKEMON IN THE FOREST THAT I WAS PROMISED? DX
PoKEMON StATS
Hours played: 34 hours and 46 minutes
Current team:
- Emboar, 60
- Zebstrika, 58
- Vanilluxe, 51
- Zekrom, 50
- Swanna, 46
- Sawsbuck, 45
Badges: 8
We woke up and ate breakfast, and then quickly took off towards the trumway to go into downtown Gdansk. The trumway ride was cool, I guess. It wasn't that striking, really, other than the fact that it is the most hardcore roller coaster my mom will ever ride. More hardcore than the autoban and the ski lift to one of the castles we visited in Germany.
After a quick bit of walking (in which my mom gave money to a guy that reminded me of Mike Lombardo playing guitar because my dad used to do that. She likes giving money to musicians) , we went into a small chuch which I believe was St. Catherines church. It was pretty. A lot of things we saw today had things in Polish, English, and German, but the English translations weren't always that great. I could understand them, and it was nice that they did it at all, but you'd think they could've found someone to proofread their signs. "Book also available in English and Germany." And that doesn't have anything of the "Blef stek" at the restaurant we ate at.
(I'm such a hypocrite, because without internet I'm not spell-checking these, and foreign countries spell check in their own language on blogger.)
The St. Dominic's festival is currently going on. It's kind of like a flea market, or at least that's what people keep calling it. It's basically just tons of vendors selling stuff. I like it a lot, regardless of whether or not I can descibe it well. Anyway, we walked through some streets, taking a detour to visit the World's Holiest Store.
This place was just packed, and I mean up to the ceiling packed, with church-related things. Crucifixes, batisimal outfits, church wine, holiday trinkets, pope-related things, paintings having to do with church-y things, and even the goblets churches use to administer the church wine. I wasn't really sure why my mom wanted to go there--I guess it was there when she was growing up--but it smelled funny and I wasn't sad to see the exit.
After some more walking, we came to the amber museum. I don't know what it's actually called, which is why there are no capital letters. Just amber museum. XD Either way, at first it seemed to be mystical and kind of...mystical. There were showcases of amber and some fantasy-esque music playing from little videos relating to amber. Then it got to be kind of creepy, when you got in range on the museum it was a part of, which had to do with the war and weapons and torture. You could hear the screams from the actors-pretending-to-be-tortured on the screen they had, so that was. Yeah. The stairs were also extremely steep, which was a massive workout going up and a danger going down.
Side note: the top two floors of the amber museum were wicked cool. The place went from medival castle to modern loft, with marble floors and a central spiral staircase, also marble, with a shiny silver banister that led up to a circular balcony deal. I want to live in a place like that. ._.
More walking, and we decided to eat, as it was around one. We finally picked a restaurant that was apparently one of Poland's top 100. We figured it would be good, but forty-five minutes of waiting for our dishes later, we were beginning to have our doubts. We ended up asking another waiter what was going on, and the wait turned out to be like, insane. The other waiter probably took our orders and went on break. Pah. The food was pretty good, though. I ordered off the Kids Menu, since my strategy for ordering in Europe has basically been to find the dishes with french fries and order one of those with a Cola. My mom thinks I'm crazy, but hey, vacation. No one lets me eat like this at home.
While we were eating, two young guys sat outside the fancy outdoor area of the place and began to play guitar and sing. I thought one was kind of attractive, but like, I'm shy and awkward and with my mom and there's the language barrier. Besides, I couldn't understand a word they were singing, and he kind of looked like a prick. But then they sang PokerFace, and it was like, "ATTRACTIVE GUY WITH ATTRACTIVE ACCENT, WANT."
Then we left.
We walked more through the festival-flea market, making our way towards the St. Mary's church, which is the biggest brick church in Poland, if not the world. Our facts aren't totally straight, so don't hold me to that. I'd been there twice before, but it was still beautiful and, well, big. Despite having gone twice, I'd never climbed the tower to the top. The three of us paid to climb up, but near the top my mom was really feeling the air pressure and went back down. The woman behind her went with her, saying how they should warn people about that kind of thing. So that was nice.
Just over 400 (they were numbered) stairs later, my sister and I were at the top. The view was just gorgeous, though I was hanging on to my camera for dear life so I wouldn't drop it. I noticed that people dropped money onto a little ledge between two peaks in the roof. I had found one grosy (grozy? I don't know, Polish cents) on the way to the trumway, so I dug it out and followed suit. I wasn't sure if you were supposed to make a wish or not, but I did just in case. I figured since it was a big cathedrale that it should be an important wish, but it was kind of a silly thing to think was important. I don't want to say what it was, partly because I don't want to jinx it and partly out of embarrassment, but it wasn't like, to be successful or to get home safely to America or to live to retirement or anything. But important in it's own way, maybe.
Another 405-ish stairs later, we were at the bottom. After we had passed the part with the domes of the church ceiling and all, it was a tight spiral staircase to the bottom, just like when we had been going up. My legs were unhappy with this, and it was kind of uncomfortable going down. The stairs were pretty steep, too.
I'm tired, but I need to finish this post.
Once we left the church, we began to meander our way home. There was one stand a young girl, probably a college student, was running, the jewelry she sold was very cool, centered around watches and mechanisms and things. If she isn't an art student, she should be, because it was all very cool. I ended up spending 59 zloty ($20.70) on a bronzey-brass necklace with a pendant shaped like a teapot, that has a working watch on it. I can't describe it well, but I adore it.
Then we bought some things at a congregation of fruit and veggie stands, which was heaven for me. It just smelled divine and I wish we had something like that at home. We never go to the Farmer's Market anymore. D:
After dinner, we took a walk on the beach. It was postively gorgeous, with a pinky-orange-blue sky where there weren't clouds. The waves were a pretty color under the sky, crashing quickly and cold and very much unlike yesterday morning when the sea was hardly moving. My mom and sister were kind of complaining back and forth to each other, so it was nice to be next to the loud waves, not being able to hear them well. I want them both to be happy here. I'm happy and having fun. I want everyone to be happy and having fun.
Quick side notes before I skip off to bed.
1. The sand makes my legs really dry, and I didn't want to use my mom's lotion since it's with macadamia nut oil, and I'm allergic to macadamia nuts. We took the strawberry body lotion from the room that basically belongs to my cousin in Germany (the one with the wasps). This stuff appears dangerously edible. It looks like strawberry yogurt and smells like all your hopes and dreams just came true. I may have to take it home with me.
2. Is it me, or was the Elite 4 way harder this Generation? I didn't lose to any of them, and maybe I just wasn't used to difficult battles, but it felt way harder (lololol, that's what she said. I'm tired). Then I beat N just fine, and lost to Ghestis because I was low on supplies. Zekrom is cool. I like Reshiram better, to be honest, but I wanted the White Forest, so I got White. EDIT FROM THE 21ST: WHERE ARE THE POKEMON IN THE FOREST THAT I WAS PROMISED? DX
PoKEMON StATS
Hours played: 34 hours and 46 minutes
Current team:
- Emboar, 60
- Zebstrika, 58
- Vanilluxe, 51
- Zekrom, 50
- Swanna, 46
- Sawsbuck, 45
Badges: 8
Sniffing Out Oscars - 8.17.2011
Today...today.
Today was...yeah.
It started off just fine. We woke up to clear blue skies, which meant--according to my mother's memories from growing up--that the day would end up at least partly cloudly. Still, we were on the beach at eight in the morning, and we stuck around until a bit after noon (thanks to my complaining that I was cold and bored, I'll admit. I love the beach, but there's only so much you can take when you're just with your mom who is reading a Polish magazine).
On the way back from the beach, we bought fish cakes and a load of pastries. We stuck around for a bit at home after we ate lunch, and then set off to my other grandparents' house. My mom left with my godmother to pick up my sister from the internet while I hung out there, using the internet.
We ended up eating over there, which was fine and dandy. My dad called while we were leaving, and I ended up having an extremely awkward (I had to say it) conversation with my older brother. Two guys stuck at home with a load of indoor and outdoor plants, as well as a dog, while the gals of the place are on vacation. Do I smell and Oscar?
It was what happened after we left that has been on my mind. When my mom and sister got to the internet palace, I found out that the room my sister was supposed to stay in happens to be infested with wasps. This is the place I was chilling out on the windowsill of, mind you, and it apparently housed an army of wasps. I could've been pulverized. Anyway, my mom vaccumed up a load of them and then my uncle who lives with my grandmother was supposedly taking care of it. My sister let out that it's a bit nicer over there, and she's worried about the wasps because she's never been stung by one and doesn't know if she's allergic (I might be, too, as I stepped on something stingy when I was four but I don't know what it was for sure).
She resolved to stay here a night and then see, and she'll probably call tomorrow to set up quarters at my dad's parents' place.
To say that I'm jealous would be...well, maybe I am jealous. But I feel bad saying it. I am in Europe. The quality of the place I'm staying shouldn't bother me so much. And, you know, it doesn't. Not really. The room in the basement with the shower is kind of filthy, and the entire place isn't exactly gleaming, but my mom's done a lot of cleaning and it really is much nicer. It's not like we just sit around in here all day. We see things. Go places. It's tolerable.
I shouldn't wish that I could stay over there, too. It makes sense for my sister to stay there, since we're leaving before her, and the bee business ties into that somewhere. I guess I just was hoping for someone to talk to other than my mom. It isn't like she'll be totally out of reach. Just nights and stuff, but for some reason it's hovering in my mind, taking up my thoughts.
Buh.
Just...yeah. I don't really have anything left to say. I'm kind of tired, so I think I'll just go over my French clothing vocabulary and hit the sack. Oh, look, I just yawned. XD
PoKEMON StATS
Hours played: 32 hours and 59 minutes
Current team:
- Emboar, 58
- Zebstrika, 56
- Vanilluxe, 50
- Garbodor, 45
- Swanna, 45
- Sawsbuck, 41
Badges: 8
Today was...yeah.
It started off just fine. We woke up to clear blue skies, which meant--according to my mother's memories from growing up--that the day would end up at least partly cloudly. Still, we were on the beach at eight in the morning, and we stuck around until a bit after noon (thanks to my complaining that I was cold and bored, I'll admit. I love the beach, but there's only so much you can take when you're just with your mom who is reading a Polish magazine).
On the way back from the beach, we bought fish cakes and a load of pastries. We stuck around for a bit at home after we ate lunch, and then set off to my other grandparents' house. My mom left with my godmother to pick up my sister from the internet while I hung out there, using the internet.
We ended up eating over there, which was fine and dandy. My dad called while we were leaving, and I ended up having an extremely awkward (I had to say it) conversation with my older brother. Two guys stuck at home with a load of indoor and outdoor plants, as well as a dog, while the gals of the place are on vacation. Do I smell and Oscar?
It was what happened after we left that has been on my mind. When my mom and sister got to the internet palace, I found out that the room my sister was supposed to stay in happens to be infested with wasps. This is the place I was chilling out on the windowsill of, mind you, and it apparently housed an army of wasps. I could've been pulverized. Anyway, my mom vaccumed up a load of them and then my uncle who lives with my grandmother was supposedly taking care of it. My sister let out that it's a bit nicer over there, and she's worried about the wasps because she's never been stung by one and doesn't know if she's allergic (I might be, too, as I stepped on something stingy when I was four but I don't know what it was for sure).
She resolved to stay here a night and then see, and she'll probably call tomorrow to set up quarters at my dad's parents' place.
To say that I'm jealous would be...well, maybe I am jealous. But I feel bad saying it. I am in Europe. The quality of the place I'm staying shouldn't bother me so much. And, you know, it doesn't. Not really. The room in the basement with the shower is kind of filthy, and the entire place isn't exactly gleaming, but my mom's done a lot of cleaning and it really is much nicer. It's not like we just sit around in here all day. We see things. Go places. It's tolerable.
I shouldn't wish that I could stay over there, too. It makes sense for my sister to stay there, since we're leaving before her, and the bee business ties into that somewhere. I guess I just was hoping for someone to talk to other than my mom. It isn't like she'll be totally out of reach. Just nights and stuff, but for some reason it's hovering in my mind, taking up my thoughts.
Buh.
Just...yeah. I don't really have anything left to say. I'm kind of tired, so I think I'll just go over my French clothing vocabulary and hit the sack. Oh, look, I just yawned. XD
PoKEMON StATS
Hours played: 32 hours and 59 minutes
Current team:
- Emboar, 58
- Zebstrika, 56
- Vanilluxe, 50
- Garbodor, 45
- Swanna, 45
- Sawsbuck, 41
Badges: 8
The Catcher in the Rye - 8.16.2011
Today, I woke up bright and early to a gorgeous blue sky.
"It's so nice out."
"Well, remember Sunday, when we woke up to fog and it turned out to be fantastic?"
"...Shush."
We were on the beach before it was even nine in the morning. There was just over an hour of full sunlight before the pesky clouds on the horizon began to stray in the way of our vitamin D. I built a rather pitifully exectued sandcastle and tanned some. As the clouds became thicker and darker, we gave up and began to walk back. We bought soft serve ice cream along the way, as well as the plum bread I loved so much the first time I came here.
It's funny. Yesterday I was all, "Boo, it's raining, I don't have internet, my life is crap," while today is, "Plum bread and the beach, my life is sunshine and butterflies~!"
I read for a while after lunch. Then my mom and I walked roughly twenty minutes to a nearby shopping center. My mom bought a book for my dad and we bought some chocolates (mango-grapefruit chocolate 8D) and a teapot. I really liked this faux-leather (polyester) jacket at Orsay, but they didn't have my size. The woman listed off a few other locations of the store, so if we see it, I'll hopefully get to add it to my exploding wardrobe.
On the walk home, the following conversation occured:
"What are you writing? I hope it has something to do with our vacation."
"It does."
Then I followed with a long explanation of BEDA, which my mom began to confuse with NaNoWriMo, asking if I would get a copy of my blog in a book. She thinks I should print it all out to keep. If I had my own printer, I probably would. But the only printer in the house belongs to my dad. I'm worried he'll read it and be like, "WHO ARE THESE STRANGE FFN FRIENDS YOU SPEAK OFF? THIS HAMMER IS FOR BANNING, AND I USE IT TO STRIKE THEE FROM THE SURFACE OF THE INTERNET."
I could edit out the parts about my internet buds, but I really don't want to. This is a memento of myself. I want to have this memento unedited. What's the point, otherwise? How cool would it be to look at this in ten years, when I've maybe left FFN, and remember Into and Vivid and Hunter and Rowan and Evan and Clara and everyone. Maybe try to find them again and chat for a bit. In ten years, I could even meet them IRL if I wanted to. How cool would that be? Uhm, mad cool.
I want to remember them.
When we got back, my legs and my feet hurt so bad. The walk back was ten minutes longer, because both of us had pains in our feet and we were walking more slowly. I finished off the last few pages of The Catcher in the Rye. Now I have read all three books we brought with us. I wish I'd brought The Great Gatsby, if we even have it at home. I meant to read it when John Green gave the Nerdfighters homework, but I never got around to asking if we have it. Either way, maybe now I'll do some writing of Oblivion, my fanfiction baby. Or maybe not, because my sister will be arriving tomorrow and we're going to start doing some serious tourist business.
Let me bring all you invisible readers back into English class. I want to record my thoughts on The Catcher in the Rye. Before I do any critisizing, I want to say that the voice in the book was very good. Holden really felt like a real person to me. I could just so see this guy who'd flunked out of multiple schools and was just wandering around, being a guy. It was believable to me. Very well written.
However, the entire time I was reading it, I kept thinking, "Well, what's the point?" I read on and on, hoping to discover what the whole point of the thing was. I still don't know. I finished the book and I've got no idea what Salinger was trying to say. Isn't there supposed to be a point? Why do they teach the book at school if it doesn't have a point? I swear I've heard John Green talk about it in a vlogbrothers video, but I'd never find it without watching straight from the beginning of their channel again.
Silly as it is, I can't wait until we read it in school so that someone can tell me the point of the whole thing. To be honest, I'd rather of read the story of the stuff from the beginning and end that he said he didn't feel like getting into. That's what I would've liked to hear. Not 214 pages describing two-ish days of this guy wandering around, with no point that I can see. Is this some epic tale of teenage angst or something? I won't pretend to know. I don't like when English teachers tear books to pieces, I admit. "Are the rabbits just rabbits?" YES, THEY ARE JUST FREAKING RABBITS, SHUT UP. But seriously, what was the point of this book? Why is it so well known? Is it because it doesn't have a point?
This is why I like reading books on my own without an English teacher looking over my shoulder. It really makes you think, without someone just telling you the answers. I really want someone to just tell me the answer, but hey, I've got nothing better to do, and maybe I can figure it out on my own.
Lolno.
My mom just yelled at me for eating all the chocolates on of my aunts gave me without giving her one. I thought she had taken some, because I was saving the only other lemon one in the box for the end, because the first one was the best of the three flavors, and it was gone. And now she wants me to pick up red currants. I didn't have anything else to say, anyway. I was just going to play more Pokemon.
As soon as I put my laptop away, I started thinking. One could argue, in response to my The Catcher in the Rye questions, "What is the point to writing at all?" I can't explain it. I mean, I could tell you that Harry Potter is about finding yourself and overcoming barriers and courage and all, and I could do that for all books, but in the end, I could do it for The Catcher in the Rye, too. I could say it's about teenage angst or something. I guess what I meant is that when I read a book, whether I like it or not, I put it down after the last sentence feeling satisfied. Not satisfied in the "that was good" sense, but satisfied in that I had read the story from cover to cover and followed the plotline that the characters were faced with. I could identify the rising action and the climax and the resolution and everything. I couldn't do that with this book. None of it makes sense to me, really. I've finished it, but I don't feel satisfied. I'm still searching for more, wondering if there was something I missed.
PoKEMON StATS
Hours played: 31 hours and 42 minutes
Current team:
- Emboar, 58
- Zebstrika, 55
- Vanilluxe, 50
- Garbodor, 44
- Swanna, 39
- Sawsbuck, 38
Badges: 8
"It's so nice out."
"Well, remember Sunday, when we woke up to fog and it turned out to be fantastic?"
"...Shush."
We were on the beach before it was even nine in the morning. There was just over an hour of full sunlight before the pesky clouds on the horizon began to stray in the way of our vitamin D. I built a rather pitifully exectued sandcastle and tanned some. As the clouds became thicker and darker, we gave up and began to walk back. We bought soft serve ice cream along the way, as well as the plum bread I loved so much the first time I came here.
It's funny. Yesterday I was all, "Boo, it's raining, I don't have internet, my life is crap," while today is, "Plum bread and the beach, my life is sunshine and butterflies~!"
I read for a while after lunch. Then my mom and I walked roughly twenty minutes to a nearby shopping center. My mom bought a book for my dad and we bought some chocolates (mango-grapefruit chocolate 8D) and a teapot. I really liked this faux-leather (polyester) jacket at Orsay, but they didn't have my size. The woman listed off a few other locations of the store, so if we see it, I'll hopefully get to add it to my exploding wardrobe.
On the walk home, the following conversation occured:
"What are you writing? I hope it has something to do with our vacation."
"It does."
Then I followed with a long explanation of BEDA, which my mom began to confuse with NaNoWriMo, asking if I would get a copy of my blog in a book. She thinks I should print it all out to keep. If I had my own printer, I probably would. But the only printer in the house belongs to my dad. I'm worried he'll read it and be like, "WHO ARE THESE STRANGE FFN FRIENDS YOU SPEAK OFF? THIS HAMMER IS FOR BANNING, AND I USE IT TO STRIKE THEE FROM THE SURFACE OF THE INTERNET."
I could edit out the parts about my internet buds, but I really don't want to. This is a memento of myself. I want to have this memento unedited. What's the point, otherwise? How cool would it be to look at this in ten years, when I've maybe left FFN, and remember Into and Vivid and Hunter and Rowan and Evan and Clara and everyone. Maybe try to find them again and chat for a bit. In ten years, I could even meet them IRL if I wanted to. How cool would that be? Uhm, mad cool.
I want to remember them.
When we got back, my legs and my feet hurt so bad. The walk back was ten minutes longer, because both of us had pains in our feet and we were walking more slowly. I finished off the last few pages of The Catcher in the Rye. Now I have read all three books we brought with us. I wish I'd brought The Great Gatsby, if we even have it at home. I meant to read it when John Green gave the Nerdfighters homework, but I never got around to asking if we have it. Either way, maybe now I'll do some writing of Oblivion, my fanfiction baby. Or maybe not, because my sister will be arriving tomorrow and we're going to start doing some serious tourist business.
Let me bring all you invisible readers back into English class. I want to record my thoughts on The Catcher in the Rye. Before I do any critisizing, I want to say that the voice in the book was very good. Holden really felt like a real person to me. I could just so see this guy who'd flunked out of multiple schools and was just wandering around, being a guy. It was believable to me. Very well written.
However, the entire time I was reading it, I kept thinking, "Well, what's the point?" I read on and on, hoping to discover what the whole point of the thing was. I still don't know. I finished the book and I've got no idea what Salinger was trying to say. Isn't there supposed to be a point? Why do they teach the book at school if it doesn't have a point? I swear I've heard John Green talk about it in a vlogbrothers video, but I'd never find it without watching straight from the beginning of their channel again.
Silly as it is, I can't wait until we read it in school so that someone can tell me the point of the whole thing. To be honest, I'd rather of read the story of the stuff from the beginning and end that he said he didn't feel like getting into. That's what I would've liked to hear. Not 214 pages describing two-ish days of this guy wandering around, with no point that I can see. Is this some epic tale of teenage angst or something? I won't pretend to know. I don't like when English teachers tear books to pieces, I admit. "Are the rabbits just rabbits?" YES, THEY ARE JUST FREAKING RABBITS, SHUT UP. But seriously, what was the point of this book? Why is it so well known? Is it because it doesn't have a point?
This is why I like reading books on my own without an English teacher looking over my shoulder. It really makes you think, without someone just telling you the answers. I really want someone to just tell me the answer, but hey, I've got nothing better to do, and maybe I can figure it out on my own.
Lolno.
My mom just yelled at me for eating all the chocolates on of my aunts gave me without giving her one. I thought she had taken some, because I was saving the only other lemon one in the box for the end, because the first one was the best of the three flavors, and it was gone. And now she wants me to pick up red currants. I didn't have anything else to say, anyway. I was just going to play more Pokemon.
As soon as I put my laptop away, I started thinking. One could argue, in response to my The Catcher in the Rye questions, "What is the point to writing at all?" I can't explain it. I mean, I could tell you that Harry Potter is about finding yourself and overcoming barriers and courage and all, and I could do that for all books, but in the end, I could do it for The Catcher in the Rye, too. I could say it's about teenage angst or something. I guess what I meant is that when I read a book, whether I like it or not, I put it down after the last sentence feeling satisfied. Not satisfied in the "that was good" sense, but satisfied in that I had read the story from cover to cover and followed the plotline that the characters were faced with. I could identify the rising action and the climax and the resolution and everything. I couldn't do that with this book. None of it makes sense to me, really. I've finished it, but I don't feel satisfied. I'm still searching for more, wondering if there was something I missed.
PoKEMON StATS
Hours played: 31 hours and 42 minutes
Current team:
- Emboar, 58
- Zebstrika, 55
- Vanilluxe, 50
- Garbodor, 44
- Swanna, 39
- Sawsbuck, 38
Badges: 8
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
The Perpetual Business of a Quality Fish Store
That would be an excellent title for a novel, I might have to write that for NaNoWriMo.
Anyway, seriously. Here, by the sea, quality fish stores have their hands full. Yesterday, my mom and I dropped by what is supposedly the best fish store in the city and found it utterly packed. Too lazy to stand in line, we left, saying we'd come back as soon as they opened tomorrow (which was today). A little after they opened, we dropped by to find it again, packed (the store wasn't very big, but there were two lines that bent, and probably thirty people waiting to be helped). We found out that there were only three types of fish at that moment and that there would be more in an hour.
It was still stuffed--possibly more so than the other two times--but we sucked it up and stood in line. We left the store with six whole flounders, four fish cakes, one kilo of one salad-thing, and one kilo of another salad-thing, all for twenty-six zloty.
Todays endeavours also included exchanging currancies, eating, ambling around and glancing at the merchandise of different stores, eating, buying shoes, eating, a long and lovely walk on the beach, and eating, We've done lots of eating in the two and a half days we've been here, and I don't regret a morsel of it. We bought 12 assorted pastries after our second trip to the fish store, as well as a kilo of sour cherries and some cheese.
The way I talk about how fantastic the food is, you'd probably expect me to be dining on massive roast animals and banquets the size of your bedroom and such, but the food is really quite simple. Cereal or rolls for breakfast, rolls for supper, and assorted big dinners for lunch, which is dinner here. But everything is just so fresh. It's not like the American crap I'm used to. This is real food. I'm so happy to just eat to my heart's content, especially with all the walking and my boss metabolism.
As I said above, I bought shoes. They're Converse, though not really. Knock-offs from some company called Super Gear, but I like them. They're like high-tops, made of a jean-like material with zippers and things and I like them. I'm no good at describing clothing that already exists, so you'll have to trust me on this one that they are cool.
My dad's mother gave me a box of alcoholic chocolates. As I understand it, the entire contents of the box together would be 1.5% alcohol. I'm going to get so wasted tonight.
(Not really. I'm going to finish this blog post, glance at some French notes, and hit the sack. I'm so cool.)
Speaking of being cool, I've taken to hooking my thumbs into either the back or front pockets of my jeans, which gives me the feeling of walking with some serious swagger. I'm not really sure how I feel about this new habit. XD
Buh, now I have to get up to tell you my Pokemon stats. The thing is charging, and I'm lazy. ._.
PoKEMON StATS
Hours played: 25 hours and 27 minutes
Current team:
- Emboar, 57
- Zebstrika, 51
- Simisage, 38
- Vanillish, 38
- Ducklett, 30
- Trubbish, 29
Badges: 8
Anyway, seriously. Here, by the sea, quality fish stores have their hands full. Yesterday, my mom and I dropped by what is supposedly the best fish store in the city and found it utterly packed. Too lazy to stand in line, we left, saying we'd come back as soon as they opened tomorrow (which was today). A little after they opened, we dropped by to find it again, packed (the store wasn't very big, but there were two lines that bent, and probably thirty people waiting to be helped). We found out that there were only three types of fish at that moment and that there would be more in an hour.
It was still stuffed--possibly more so than the other two times--but we sucked it up and stood in line. We left the store with six whole flounders, four fish cakes, one kilo of one salad-thing, and one kilo of another salad-thing, all for twenty-six zloty.
Todays endeavours also included exchanging currancies, eating, ambling around and glancing at the merchandise of different stores, eating, buying shoes, eating, a long and lovely walk on the beach, and eating, We've done lots of eating in the two and a half days we've been here, and I don't regret a morsel of it. We bought 12 assorted pastries after our second trip to the fish store, as well as a kilo of sour cherries and some cheese.
The way I talk about how fantastic the food is, you'd probably expect me to be dining on massive roast animals and banquets the size of your bedroom and such, but the food is really quite simple. Cereal or rolls for breakfast, rolls for supper, and assorted big dinners for lunch, which is dinner here. But everything is just so fresh. It's not like the American crap I'm used to. This is real food. I'm so happy to just eat to my heart's content, especially with all the walking and my boss metabolism.
As I said above, I bought shoes. They're Converse, though not really. Knock-offs from some company called Super Gear, but I like them. They're like high-tops, made of a jean-like material with zippers and things and I like them. I'm no good at describing clothing that already exists, so you'll have to trust me on this one that they are cool.
My dad's mother gave me a box of alcoholic chocolates. As I understand it, the entire contents of the box together would be 1.5% alcohol. I'm going to get so wasted tonight.
(Not really. I'm going to finish this blog post, glance at some French notes, and hit the sack. I'm so cool.)
Speaking of being cool, I've taken to hooking my thumbs into either the back or front pockets of my jeans, which gives me the feeling of walking with some serious swagger. I'm not really sure how I feel about this new habit. XD
Buh, now I have to get up to tell you my Pokemon stats. The thing is charging, and I'm lazy. ._.
PoKEMON StATS
Hours played: 25 hours and 27 minutes
Current team:
- Emboar, 57
- Zebstrika, 51
- Simisage, 38
- Vanillish, 38
- Ducklett, 30
- Trubbish, 29
Badges: 8
Walking on the Beach Doodle-loot-doo-doo - 8.11.2011
(Today's blog post contains some strong language. Don't do drugs, kids.)
Today, I ate three-fifths of a candy bar that was 2.1% alcohol. I'm such a bad ass.
Speaking of being drunk, the amount of drunkards here is beginning to scare me just a little. I mean, when they walk by on the street while I'm safe inside, it's okay. But when I pass them with my mom on the street and the turn their blank eyes on me and stare drunkenly into my soul and stumble in what could vaguely be called my direction, it's all, "FUCKFUCKFUCK GET AWAY FROM ME YOU DRUNKEN BASTARD."
This is some serious business.
Being here is a little nicer than Germany in the sense that when I go places, it's just my mom and I, so we speak English. In Germany we went places with my uncle and my aunt and my cousin(s) and so on, so they all spoke Polish to each other. Nicholas would talk to me in English, but everyone else ignored me for the most part when around their Polish-speaking family members. To be fair, my uncle and aunt don't speak English, but.
I can't wait for my sister to get here so I'll have more people to, like, talk to. Granted, she's been practicing her Polish from the second she heard there would be a chance of her coming here. I would've gladly done that, but it's not so easy for me. She was at least born here, and while my family moved to America when she was very little--I think too young to talk, but I don't know much about babies aside from what John Green has told me--they spoke Polish around the house for a bit. I think. So anyway, my mom started to teach me Polish on multiple occasions when I was younger, but then she got busy with work and basically never taught me anything.
That isn't to say I'm totally lost here. The first time I came here, five years ago, I picked up most of what I know. Nothing majorly helpful, but I know like, numbers and colors, some foods, and useful phrases like "I'm hungry" and "But I like the cookie." I had an Over The Hedge obsession during my first trip. Then, when I came here, with my brother, I learned how to ask for a sip of beer and "Gdzie jest ____" (where is ____). I'm pretty good at figuring out what people are saying by picking out a word I know, and sticking it into the likely context. Plus European people dig using helpful hand gestures in stores and things, and all that packaged together means that I often know what's going on without my mom translating.
Trust me, if I'd had the time, I would've taken up the Polish-learning book in the house and studied the hell out of it, but that wasn't an option. You see--
Now I need to tell a story. XD
So, in 7th grade, I signed up for German. I took the class for a year and got straight A+'s and was the favorite of the teacher, like the Mary-Sue Hufflepuff I am, but then budget cuts swooped in and ruined all my fun. German and Russian got lopped off the Program of Studies and I was left to chose a new language to study, because Mary-Sue Hufflepuffs don't take a study hall if there is an academic alternate. I chose French. However, it put me behind my entire grade language-wise, aside from the ten-ish other 8th graders in that class, Mary-Sue Hufflepuffs don't fly well with being academically behind. My options for languages in 9th grade were to 1. Start a new language, which would be stupid as I am fluent in English and know bits and pieces of three other languages already; plus I'd still be behind and am not interested in Spanish or Latin anyway. 2. See if enough people want to take French 1B and then take that course, which would leave me behind. 3. Take French 1/hon, which would mean spending a trimester re-learning everything I learned the past year and still being behind, or 4. Studying the 1B material over the summer. I chose option 4, so...
Back to the main story line.
--I'm studying French over the summer. I also don't have a tutor, because I'm a Mary-Sue Hufflepuff. Luckily, an FFN friend of mine has three years of French under her belt, another possibly more (I forgot), and a third is starting to self-learn the language. So I'm in good hands if I need help, and Google translate can give me a fairly good idea of pronunciations I'm not sure of. See? No room to study Polish.
Okay, so on to what I did today.
After getting up and eating breakfast, I read for a little while before my mom and I set out on an adventure. At first, while we were walking around and ambling into various supermarkets to look for things we would need to buy on our way back, it was windy and cold. When we got on the road that led straight to the beach, it was sprinkle-y and cold. On the beach itself, where I may have committed jellyfish murder*, it was just cold. Then we got off the sand and it became sprinkle-y and cold again. Then we went into a restaurant, where we ordered fantastic food that was only about nine USD per person (25 zloty per person if you divide the bill directly in half, though it wasn't that evem), and it became rainy and cold. It was rainy and cold while we were walking back, it was rainy and cold while we were in the supermarket, and in the post office, and in the other supermarket, and still when we got back. And I'm from New England.
Not to complain, as like, I'm in Europe, but it would be nice if the weather could lighten up. Apparently it was like this for all of July. Buhbuhbuh.
When we got home, I basically hunkered down to play Pokemon. I got up to buy magazines at the little strip of little shops next door, then ate a lovely crossaint that had come out of the oven a few hours before when we were at the Lidl that's a block away, and got back to Pokemon. I also checked the connection with the only non-password-protected network every few minutes, to no avail. I can't figure out why it runs into trouble trying to connect. Currently, my only means of getting internet is the house of my other grandparents, two blocks away, but I can't just go there to use the internet, and I have other people and sites to see as well.
I had a second crossaint for dinner, along with a tomato and a mug of green tea and some blueberries and strawberries and that alcoholic chocolate bar, aw yeah. To be fair, I'm a fourteen-year-old girl who weighs 96 pounds--probably less due to all the walking I've been doing and my boss metabolism--and a handful of those candy bars would probably be enough to get my mind fuzzy. I'm so cool.
That's about it for now. My mom is still stressing over her mother and how...messily she lives. My mom wants to replace some of her things and clean the hell out of this place, but she isn't sure about the money with the outrageous prices here. If you think in dollars, the prices aren't that bad, but if you don't think in dollars (or you think that zloty and dollars are worth the same), it's not pretty.
PoKEMON StATS
Hours played: 20 hours and 18 minutes
Current team:
- Emboar, 53
- Zebstrika, 42
- Ducklett, 30
- Trubbish, 28
- Simisage, 26
- Vanillite, 26
Badges: 7
*I thought the thing was a piece of fancy glass someone had dropped--clear with a design in the center. I asked my mom, "What's that?" and poked it with my toe. It just squished in and dented. We stared at it for a moment before my mom said, "That's a jellyfish!" Those things are supposed to be around in September. THAT'S HOW NICE -cough- THE WEATHER IS. Also, my Hufflepuff skills shone through when I found some sea glass. "Hufflepuffs are particularly good finders!" :D
Today, I ate three-fifths of a candy bar that was 2.1% alcohol. I'm such a bad ass.
Speaking of being drunk, the amount of drunkards here is beginning to scare me just a little. I mean, when they walk by on the street while I'm safe inside, it's okay. But when I pass them with my mom on the street and the turn their blank eyes on me and stare drunkenly into my soul and stumble in what could vaguely be called my direction, it's all, "FUCKFUCKFUCK GET AWAY FROM ME YOU DRUNKEN BASTARD."
This is some serious business.
Being here is a little nicer than Germany in the sense that when I go places, it's just my mom and I, so we speak English. In Germany we went places with my uncle and my aunt and my cousin(s) and so on, so they all spoke Polish to each other. Nicholas would talk to me in English, but everyone else ignored me for the most part when around their Polish-speaking family members. To be fair, my uncle and aunt don't speak English, but.
I can't wait for my sister to get here so I'll have more people to, like, talk to. Granted, she's been practicing her Polish from the second she heard there would be a chance of her coming here. I would've gladly done that, but it's not so easy for me. She was at least born here, and while my family moved to America when she was very little--I think too young to talk, but I don't know much about babies aside from what John Green has told me--they spoke Polish around the house for a bit. I think. So anyway, my mom started to teach me Polish on multiple occasions when I was younger, but then she got busy with work and basically never taught me anything.
That isn't to say I'm totally lost here. The first time I came here, five years ago, I picked up most of what I know. Nothing majorly helpful, but I know like, numbers and colors, some foods, and useful phrases like "I'm hungry" and "But I like the cookie." I had an Over The Hedge obsession during my first trip. Then, when I came here, with my brother, I learned how to ask for a sip of beer and "Gdzie jest ____" (where is ____). I'm pretty good at figuring out what people are saying by picking out a word I know, and sticking it into the likely context. Plus European people dig using helpful hand gestures in stores and things, and all that packaged together means that I often know what's going on without my mom translating.
Trust me, if I'd had the time, I would've taken up the Polish-learning book in the house and studied the hell out of it, but that wasn't an option. You see--
Now I need to tell a story. XD
So, in 7th grade, I signed up for German. I took the class for a year and got straight A+'s and was the favorite of the teacher, like the Mary-Sue Hufflepuff I am, but then budget cuts swooped in and ruined all my fun. German and Russian got lopped off the Program of Studies and I was left to chose a new language to study, because Mary-Sue Hufflepuffs don't take a study hall if there is an academic alternate. I chose French. However, it put me behind my entire grade language-wise, aside from the ten-ish other 8th graders in that class, Mary-Sue Hufflepuffs don't fly well with being academically behind. My options for languages in 9th grade were to 1. Start a new language, which would be stupid as I am fluent in English and know bits and pieces of three other languages already; plus I'd still be behind and am not interested in Spanish or Latin anyway. 2. See if enough people want to take French 1B and then take that course, which would leave me behind. 3. Take French 1/hon, which would mean spending a trimester re-learning everything I learned the past year and still being behind, or 4. Studying the 1B material over the summer. I chose option 4, so...
Back to the main story line.
--I'm studying French over the summer. I also don't have a tutor, because I'm a Mary-Sue Hufflepuff. Luckily, an FFN friend of mine has three years of French under her belt, another possibly more (I forgot), and a third is starting to self-learn the language. So I'm in good hands if I need help, and Google translate can give me a fairly good idea of pronunciations I'm not sure of. See? No room to study Polish.
Okay, so on to what I did today.
After getting up and eating breakfast, I read for a little while before my mom and I set out on an adventure. At first, while we were walking around and ambling into various supermarkets to look for things we would need to buy on our way back, it was windy and cold. When we got on the road that led straight to the beach, it was sprinkle-y and cold. On the beach itself, where I may have committed jellyfish murder*, it was just cold. Then we got off the sand and it became sprinkle-y and cold again. Then we went into a restaurant, where we ordered fantastic food that was only about nine USD per person (25 zloty per person if you divide the bill directly in half, though it wasn't that evem), and it became rainy and cold. It was rainy and cold while we were walking back, it was rainy and cold while we were in the supermarket, and in the post office, and in the other supermarket, and still when we got back. And I'm from New England.
Not to complain, as like, I'm in Europe, but it would be nice if the weather could lighten up. Apparently it was like this for all of July. Buhbuhbuh.
When we got home, I basically hunkered down to play Pokemon. I got up to buy magazines at the little strip of little shops next door, then ate a lovely crossaint that had come out of the oven a few hours before when we were at the Lidl that's a block away, and got back to Pokemon. I also checked the connection with the only non-password-protected network every few minutes, to no avail. I can't figure out why it runs into trouble trying to connect. Currently, my only means of getting internet is the house of my other grandparents, two blocks away, but I can't just go there to use the internet, and I have other people and sites to see as well.
I had a second crossaint for dinner, along with a tomato and a mug of green tea and some blueberries and strawberries and that alcoholic chocolate bar, aw yeah. To be fair, I'm a fourteen-year-old girl who weighs 96 pounds--probably less due to all the walking I've been doing and my boss metabolism--and a handful of those candy bars would probably be enough to get my mind fuzzy. I'm so cool.
That's about it for now. My mom is still stressing over her mother and how...messily she lives. My mom wants to replace some of her things and clean the hell out of this place, but she isn't sure about the money with the outrageous prices here. If you think in dollars, the prices aren't that bad, but if you don't think in dollars (or you think that zloty and dollars are worth the same), it's not pretty.
PoKEMON StATS
Hours played: 20 hours and 18 minutes
Current team:
- Emboar, 53
- Zebstrika, 42
- Ducklett, 30
- Trubbish, 28
- Simisage, 26
- Vanillite, 26
Badges: 7
*I thought the thing was a piece of fancy glass someone had dropped--clear with a design in the center. I asked my mom, "What's that?" and poked it with my toe. It just squished in and dented. We stared at it for a moment before my mom said, "That's a jellyfish!" Those things are supposed to be around in September. THAT'S HOW NICE -cough- THE WEATHER IS. Also, my Hufflepuff skills shone through when I found some sea glass. "Hufflepuffs are particularly good finders!" :D
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Internet, I Have to Tell You Something - 8.9.2011
I'm a Hufflepuff.
Oh, and I'm pregnant.
Not really. Well, the first one is true. I decided two nights ago that I am, indeed, a true Hufflepuff rather than a Ravenclaw. The latter statement, however, is false. I just look pregnant.
That being said, I'm not overweight. I'm actually severly opposite so, with a BMI of 16.0. But tonight we went to a Chinese restaurant and got the all-you-can-eat buffet. And you'd better believe I ate as much as I could. So much so, in fact, that I looked to be about two months pregnant when I walked out of the restaurant. I don't know what I ate, I just know that it was good and everything we ate only cost us twelve euros. So I win.
Other than that, didn't do much today again. I'm meant to be neatening up my suitcase, but I wanted to blog about my pregnancy food. We're leaving for the airport around ten in the morning to fly out to Poland, where it will be meeting family and long walks on the beach. I don't think I'll have internet access, so I'll probably just be blogging to myself until I get back here.
Which begs the question, when I get internet, do you want a massive info dump, or should I day-by-day post? Or do you not care? Or do you not exist? XD
Well, have fun with whatever you were doing. Thanks for listening, darlings~
PoKEMON StATS
Hours played: 14 hours and 47 minutes
Current team:
- Emboar, 42
- Zebstrika, 32
- Vanillite, 24
- Simisage, 24
- Ducklett, 23
- Trubbish, 21
Badges: 5
Oh, and I'm pregnant.
Not really. Well, the first one is true. I decided two nights ago that I am, indeed, a true Hufflepuff rather than a Ravenclaw. The latter statement, however, is false. I just look pregnant.
That being said, I'm not overweight. I'm actually severly opposite so, with a BMI of 16.0. But tonight we went to a Chinese restaurant and got the all-you-can-eat buffet. And you'd better believe I ate as much as I could. So much so, in fact, that I looked to be about two months pregnant when I walked out of the restaurant. I don't know what I ate, I just know that it was good and everything we ate only cost us twelve euros. So I win.
Other than that, didn't do much today again. I'm meant to be neatening up my suitcase, but I wanted to blog about my pregnancy food. We're leaving for the airport around ten in the morning to fly out to Poland, where it will be meeting family and long walks on the beach. I don't think I'll have internet access, so I'll probably just be blogging to myself until I get back here.
Which begs the question, when I get internet, do you want a massive info dump, or should I day-by-day post? Or do you not care? Or do you not exist? XD
Well, have fun with whatever you were doing. Thanks for listening, darlings~
PoKEMON StATS
Hours played: 14 hours and 47 minutes
Current team:
- Emboar, 42
- Zebstrika, 32
- Vanillite, 24
- Simisage, 24
- Ducklett, 23
- Trubbish, 21
Badges: 5
Monday, August 8, 2011
Twenty-One-Hundred Hours - 8.8.2011
It's almost eleven, and I nearly forgot to blog.
But I'm here, dearies.
Today was the true slow day, because the only times I left the house were to go for a quick walk through the March-like weather and to rent Easy A--good movie.
Most of the morning was spent writing this, which I have to say, I am quite proud of. It turned out much cooler than I was anticipating, so that was nice. Like, 20% cooler.
Anyone catch the MLP reference? XD
So that was basically my day. Writing, watching Easy A. Played some Gamecube with my cousin because we couldn't find Monopoly. We played Super Smash Brothers Melee, of which I am not used to. I like Brawl better, but my brother sold our copy and my cousins don't have a Wii. I only managed to win one match out of at least twenty. Still, it was fun.
Also, my cousin gave me his DS charger. I am happy to report that my DS isn't busted; it's just a problem with my cable.
PoKEMON StATS
Hours played: 11 hours and 46 minutes
Current team:
- Emboar, 40
- Vanillite, 24
- Ducklett, 22
- Simisage, 21
- Trubbish, 21
- Blitzle, 21
Badges: 5
But I'm here, dearies.
Today was the true slow day, because the only times I left the house were to go for a quick walk through the March-like weather and to rent Easy A--good movie.
Most of the morning was spent writing this, which I have to say, I am quite proud of. It turned out much cooler than I was anticipating, so that was nice. Like, 20% cooler.
Anyone catch the MLP reference? XD
So that was basically my day. Writing, watching Easy A. Played some Gamecube with my cousin because we couldn't find Monopoly. We played Super Smash Brothers Melee, of which I am not used to. I like Brawl better, but my brother sold our copy and my cousins don't have a Wii. I only managed to win one match out of at least twenty. Still, it was fun.
Also, my cousin gave me his DS charger. I am happy to report that my DS isn't busted; it's just a problem with my cable.
PoKEMON StATS
Hours played: 11 hours and 46 minutes
Current team:
- Emboar, 40
- Vanillite, 24
- Ducklett, 22
- Simisage, 21
- Trubbish, 21
- Blitzle, 21
Badges: 5
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Fufufufufufufu - 8.7.2011
I've been trying to think of more creative title entries. As you can see, it's going very well. Very well indeed.
Yesterday wasn't the slow day. Today was the real slow day. After breakfast I went on the internet, basically. And did internet things. I also played some Pokemon White. A little after twelve, I went for a quick walk. Then, around one, we went to a "festival" a few blocks away.
Now, I was expecting an American-like festival. Like the small one on the town common back home, with a few little rides, some games, carnival food, etc.
...This was not that.
Essentially, this was meat, fries, potato salad, beer, and a bounce house. With some variations of those categories in there. OH, AND THE CAKES. Seriously, it was as if an army of housewives got together and baked their greatest cakes. I usually avoid desserts that don't have a list of ingredients attatched to them or were not homemade/made by a friend, but these just looked fantastic. And they tasted divine, as well. It was a shame that I could only fit one in my stomach after the sausage and fries and cola.
And we took a picture of me toasting my aunt's beer. We're going to tell my brother I drank it. 8D Hey, if we continue this trend of going to Europe every couple years, I'll be of legal drinking age next time. My mom would probably never let me, but it'd be worth a shot. 0D
When we got back, I read some more of The Hunger Games, a book I've been wanting to re-read for a very long time. I have so many fanfiction ideas for it now, but I need to work on my oneshot for the prompt "gambling." I don't really have anything else to say, so I think I'll go do that. XD
PoKEMON StATS
Hours played: 11 hours and 40 minutes
Current team:
- Emboar, 40
- Vanillite, 24
- Ducklett, 22
- Trubbish, 21
- Simisage, 20
- Blitzle, 21
Badges: 5
Yesterday wasn't the slow day. Today was the real slow day. After breakfast I went on the internet, basically. And did internet things. I also played some Pokemon White. A little after twelve, I went for a quick walk. Then, around one, we went to a "festival" a few blocks away.
Now, I was expecting an American-like festival. Like the small one on the town common back home, with a few little rides, some games, carnival food, etc.
...This was not that.
Essentially, this was meat, fries, potato salad, beer, and a bounce house. With some variations of those categories in there. OH, AND THE CAKES. Seriously, it was as if an army of housewives got together and baked their greatest cakes. I usually avoid desserts that don't have a list of ingredients attatched to them or were not homemade/made by a friend, but these just looked fantastic. And they tasted divine, as well. It was a shame that I could only fit one in my stomach after the sausage and fries and cola.
And we took a picture of me toasting my aunt's beer. We're going to tell my brother I drank it. 8D Hey, if we continue this trend of going to Europe every couple years, I'll be of legal drinking age next time. My mom would probably never let me, but it'd be worth a shot. 0D
When we got back, I read some more of The Hunger Games, a book I've been wanting to re-read for a very long time. I have so many fanfiction ideas for it now, but I need to work on my oneshot for the prompt "gambling." I don't really have anything else to say, so I think I'll go do that. XD
PoKEMON StATS
Hours played: 11 hours and 40 minutes
Current team:
- Emboar, 40
- Vanillite, 24
- Ducklett, 22
- Trubbish, 21
- Simisage, 20
- Blitzle, 21
Badges: 5
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Koeln - 8.6.2011
Today was mainly a slow day. The morning was mainly spent faffing about, with the exception of a trip to Kaufland. So that was fun.
In the afternoon, we drove up (or possibly down) to Koeln. We visted der Koelner Dom, though we didn't climb the 4375634786 stairs up to the top like my brother and I did the last time I was here. Then we meandered through the streets. I bought a massive postcard to add some variety in size to the collage I started on my door back home. We went to Dunkin Donuts, as my cousin said it was the only one she knew of and wanted to go. I expected that we would do some serious shopping, but we only went to one store because my cousin really wanted to.
We did a ton of walking. We visited a bridge whose name I don't know. It is famous because people in love go there and put a lock on the chainlink fence with their names and the date they met and then throw the key into the river. We looked at the locks for a while before turning to walk back to the car.
Oh, I forgot. So when we were driving there I really needed to pee. We went into a cafe and ended up ordering dessert. The waiter brought me the wrong drink first (Eiscafe instead of Eisschokolade). I was fine with it, but my mom insisted that we get him to exchange it. He did so unwillingly. Then my uncle complained that the little heart-shaped piece of cone in his ice cream was stale. My mom ended up writing down the contact information of the cafe so she could complain about the waiter later. Fun times.
I have some complaints now, so bear with me.
DEAR FOX AND HULU,
ALLOW THE GERMANS TO WATCH MASTERCHEF ON YOUR WEBSITES.
LOVE,
UFGHJGJKH
DEAR YOUTUBE,
ALLOW THE GERMANS TO WATCH LIVE STREAMS ON YOUR WEBSITE.
LOVE,
A NERDFIGHTER
DEAR DS LITE,
PLEASE CHARGE.
LOVE,
A LONELY GAMER
DEAR SHINY VANILLITE,
I'M SORRY I MADE YOU FAINT. PLEASE COME BACK. DX
LOVE,
A POKE!NERD WITH A REGULAR VANILLITE
PoKEMON StATS
Hours played: 10 hours and 41 minutes
Current team:
- Emboar, 38
- Vanillite, 23
- Ducklett, 22
- Trubbish, 20
- Pansage, 19
- Blitzle, 16
Badges: 4
In the afternoon, we drove up (or possibly down) to Koeln. We visted der Koelner Dom, though we didn't climb the 4375634786 stairs up to the top like my brother and I did the last time I was here. Then we meandered through the streets. I bought a massive postcard to add some variety in size to the collage I started on my door back home. We went to Dunkin Donuts, as my cousin said it was the only one she knew of and wanted to go. I expected that we would do some serious shopping, but we only went to one store because my cousin really wanted to.
We did a ton of walking. We visited a bridge whose name I don't know. It is famous because people in love go there and put a lock on the chainlink fence with their names and the date they met and then throw the key into the river. We looked at the locks for a while before turning to walk back to the car.
Oh, I forgot. So when we were driving there I really needed to pee. We went into a cafe and ended up ordering dessert. The waiter brought me the wrong drink first (Eiscafe instead of Eisschokolade). I was fine with it, but my mom insisted that we get him to exchange it. He did so unwillingly. Then my uncle complained that the little heart-shaped piece of cone in his ice cream was stale. My mom ended up writing down the contact information of the cafe so she could complain about the waiter later. Fun times.
I have some complaints now, so bear with me.
DEAR FOX AND HULU,
ALLOW THE GERMANS TO WATCH MASTERCHEF ON YOUR WEBSITES.
LOVE,
UFGHJGJKH
DEAR YOUTUBE,
ALLOW THE GERMANS TO WATCH LIVE STREAMS ON YOUR WEBSITE.
LOVE,
A NERDFIGHTER
DEAR DS LITE,
PLEASE CHARGE.
LOVE,
A LONELY GAMER
DEAR SHINY VANILLITE,
I'M SORRY I MADE YOU FAINT. PLEASE COME BACK. DX
LOVE,
A POKE!NERD WITH A REGULAR VANILLITE
PoKEMON StATS
Hours played: 10 hours and 41 minutes
Current team:
- Emboar, 38
- Vanillite, 23
- Ducklett, 22
- Trubbish, 20
- Pansage, 19
- Blitzle, 16
Badges: 4
Friday, August 5, 2011
Castles - 8.5.2011
Today we visited Schloss Burg an der Wupper, which is a castle near the Rhein river. It was a lovely museum. The paintings within the building were just breathtaking, as was the view. We had to ride a ski life to get there, which was another roller-coaster-like experience for my dear mother.
Despite the fact that the place was wonderful, it did get old as my back began to ache from standing and my stomach began to eat itself. It really was nice to see this window into the past, though. I tend not to be interested in history, but it was cool.
Lunch was...I have a lot to say about lunch. XD
The restaurant we went to had an interesting air about it. I think they themed part of the town to match the castle, and it was in that section. I don't know if that influenced the interior, but I'd say it probably did. The design had an olden-times air to it. So old, in fact, that the elderly seemed to be the demographic of the place. To be fair, the only other table I could see was filled with old people. So.
Speaking of these old people, I felt like they were staring at me. It was very awkward, and that coupled with the whole atmosphere of the place--music included--gave me the feeling that the woman was going to come over to our table and give me a prophecy. The music got all this-is-it when they stood up to leave, and I was seriously considering the option until they left the restaurant.
To take a line from John Green, the food was not as good as the prices implied. It was all salty, and the drink portions remained stubbornly small. I was full from my meat by dessert, but the "Frische Erdbeeren mit Eis" seemed appealing. It was an all around okay meal, with the dessert on its side.
On the way back, we took a shortcut across the river. Instead of taking the bridge, we drove onto a platform that the detached from the dock and floated us on over to the other side. The water made me wish I could jump in, and I can't wait to get to Poland, where we'll be staying at my grandmother's house--five minutes walk from the beach.
When we got home, we sat around for a bit before my mom and I left for a walk. We finally found the Aldi store, where my mom went to heaven. The Aldi we have at home is apparently no where near in comparison, but I've never been, so I wouldn't know. We bought an excess of tea, a box of tissues, some Kinder ice cream, a type of candy-thing, and flowers for my aunt as a thank you for putting up with us. I wish I lived within walking distance of a supermarket; it was fun.
A lot of the blogs I read keep track of something at the bottom. I talked about my new Pokemon game with Into and was inspired to keep track of some Pokemon-related things.
PoKEMON StATS
Hours played: 8 hours and 56 minutes
Current team:
- Emboar, 36
- Vanillite, 23
- Trubbish, 20
- Herdier, 20
- Pansage, 19
- Purrloin, 16
Badges: 4
Despite the fact that the place was wonderful, it did get old as my back began to ache from standing and my stomach began to eat itself. It really was nice to see this window into the past, though. I tend not to be interested in history, but it was cool.
Lunch was...I have a lot to say about lunch. XD
The restaurant we went to had an interesting air about it. I think they themed part of the town to match the castle, and it was in that section. I don't know if that influenced the interior, but I'd say it probably did. The design had an olden-times air to it. So old, in fact, that the elderly seemed to be the demographic of the place. To be fair, the only other table I could see was filled with old people. So.
Speaking of these old people, I felt like they were staring at me. It was very awkward, and that coupled with the whole atmosphere of the place--music included--gave me the feeling that the woman was going to come over to our table and give me a prophecy. The music got all this-is-it when they stood up to leave, and I was seriously considering the option until they left the restaurant.
To take a line from John Green, the food was not as good as the prices implied. It was all salty, and the drink portions remained stubbornly small. I was full from my meat by dessert, but the "Frische Erdbeeren mit Eis" seemed appealing. It was an all around okay meal, with the dessert on its side.
On the way back, we took a shortcut across the river. Instead of taking the bridge, we drove onto a platform that the detached from the dock and floated us on over to the other side. The water made me wish I could jump in, and I can't wait to get to Poland, where we'll be staying at my grandmother's house--five minutes walk from the beach.
When we got home, we sat around for a bit before my mom and I left for a walk. We finally found the Aldi store, where my mom went to heaven. The Aldi we have at home is apparently no where near in comparison, but I've never been, so I wouldn't know. We bought an excess of tea, a box of tissues, some Kinder ice cream, a type of candy-thing, and flowers for my aunt as a thank you for putting up with us. I wish I lived within walking distance of a supermarket; it was fun.
A lot of the blogs I read keep track of something at the bottom. I talked about my new Pokemon game with Into and was inspired to keep track of some Pokemon-related things.
PoKEMON StATS
Hours played: 8 hours and 56 minutes
Current team:
- Emboar, 36
- Vanillite, 23
- Trubbish, 20
- Herdier, 20
- Pansage, 19
- Purrloin, 16
Badges: 4
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Flying - 8.2.2011
It's two in the afternoon and my mom has already gone to bed. I don't know how to say "What is your internet password?" in German or Polish, and if I did, I would be too shy to ask. Kind of like how I am with my English-speaking cousins. So we'll see when this post goes up.
Most of today wasn't actually spent flying. Just midnight to 2am, though technically until 7:30am. Time zones are confusing little buggers when you're flying through them. Point is, I want to talk about flying.
Flying is just...really cool. There's a unique feeling to being above the clouds. It shouldn't be right. You don't fly above clouds. But I love looking down at the shapes and the colors and taking photo after photo of the sky. And no matter how uncomfortable it may make other people feel, I think I'll always be that girl who gets a bit excited when the plan tips really far one way in turning.
Then there's the feelings of touching down in a new city. I've been to Germany before. I've sat on this exact same bed, biding time while the family member who came with me slept. But I'd never set foot in Brussels, Belgium, and touching down their just made me really love traveling. It was worth driving roughly four hours to the airport, sitting in the terminal with my anxious mother, and then sitting in a plane for "I-lost-my-sense-of-time" hours (By the way: on the plane, I watched Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs and Up. I was angry at the plane for having all three Twilight movies that are out but no Harry Potter ones. I also watched a couple episodes of The Office and one of Glee. And I played Pokemon White. My Tepig evolved into a I'm-tired-and-forgot-the-name*, and it is one BAMF).
Maybe I'm just thinking about this because I spent the entire time imagining how kick ass a Thoughts From Places video I could make if I'd filmed a ton of what had happened to me in the past 26 hours. Vlogbrothers, anyone?
I really don't have much else to say. I was hoping to snag a spot on Pottermore today, but I've probably missed it and I don't know the internet password. So.
Today was mostly my mom chatting up a storm in Polish with family members while I sat back awkwardly not knowing what was going and legitimately thinking about what I was going to change my Facebook status to. I'm so cool, bro.
Aside from that, we visited an Eis Cafe, looked at the massive hole they dug for coal, looked at the home the cousins I'm staying with used to live in before they had to move out so their town could be dug up for coal, and went to a Russian supermarket. At the Eis Cafe, there was a man playing what I believe was the oboe, and it wad fantastic. My mom tipped him in USD like a boss. Then he played Yesterday by The Beatles.
Oh, and while waiting to board the plane we discovered that there was a family from the town next to ours on the same flight. They've lived for the past few years in Brussels, but it was still cool. I always imagine meeting people I know at the airort, and this was pretty close. And it was very helpful to have a face from home to help us out when we got out of the plane in Brussels and were like, "Where the hell do we go next?"
The organization of the blog post is awful. I'm so scatterbrained right now. I'm very tired, but I don't want to go to bed until a somewhat normal time. Meaning I'm staying up until at least six in the evening. I wish I could go on the internet.
Oh, man. You know you're an internet nerd when the thing you miss most is going on fanfiction.net and talking to your buddies on there. Missing you guys, District 14.
I think I need a boyfriend.
And now my mom is snoring. Yay. ._.
--
*Pignite. That's the one.
Most of today wasn't actually spent flying. Just midnight to 2am, though technically until 7:30am. Time zones are confusing little buggers when you're flying through them. Point is, I want to talk about flying.
Flying is just...really cool. There's a unique feeling to being above the clouds. It shouldn't be right. You don't fly above clouds. But I love looking down at the shapes and the colors and taking photo after photo of the sky. And no matter how uncomfortable it may make other people feel, I think I'll always be that girl who gets a bit excited when the plan tips really far one way in turning.
Then there's the feelings of touching down in a new city. I've been to Germany before. I've sat on this exact same bed, biding time while the family member who came with me slept. But I'd never set foot in Brussels, Belgium, and touching down their just made me really love traveling. It was worth driving roughly four hours to the airport, sitting in the terminal with my anxious mother, and then sitting in a plane for "I-lost-my-sense-of-time" hours (By the way: on the plane, I watched Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs and Up. I was angry at the plane for having all three Twilight movies that are out but no Harry Potter ones. I also watched a couple episodes of The Office and one of Glee. And I played Pokemon White. My Tepig evolved into a I'm-tired-and-forgot-the-name*, and it is one BAMF).
Maybe I'm just thinking about this because I spent the entire time imagining how kick ass a Thoughts From Places video I could make if I'd filmed a ton of what had happened to me in the past 26 hours. Vlogbrothers, anyone?
I really don't have much else to say. I was hoping to snag a spot on Pottermore today, but I've probably missed it and I don't know the internet password. So.
Today was mostly my mom chatting up a storm in Polish with family members while I sat back awkwardly not knowing what was going and legitimately thinking about what I was going to change my Facebook status to. I'm so cool, bro.
Aside from that, we visited an Eis Cafe, looked at the massive hole they dug for coal, looked at the home the cousins I'm staying with used to live in before they had to move out so their town could be dug up for coal, and went to a Russian supermarket. At the Eis Cafe, there was a man playing what I believe was the oboe, and it wad fantastic. My mom tipped him in USD like a boss. Then he played Yesterday by The Beatles.
Oh, and while waiting to board the plane we discovered that there was a family from the town next to ours on the same flight. They've lived for the past few years in Brussels, but it was still cool. I always imagine meeting people I know at the airort, and this was pretty close. And it was very helpful to have a face from home to help us out when we got out of the plane in Brussels and were like, "Where the hell do we go next?"
The organization of the blog post is awful. I'm so scatterbrained right now. I'm very tired, but I don't want to go to bed until a somewhat normal time. Meaning I'm staying up until at least six in the evening. I wish I could go on the internet.
Oh, man. You know you're an internet nerd when the thing you miss most is going on fanfiction.net and talking to your buddies on there. Missing you guys, District 14.
I think I need a boyfriend.
And now my mom is snoring. Yay. ._.
--
*Pignite. That's the one.
Monday, August 1, 2011
Blog Every Day in August - 8/1/2011
It's been a while, hasn't it?
I am back, dear blog readers, to participate in another event where I must blog every day of the month. I was on the fence about participating this month, as I'm going on vacation to Europe for all of it. But then I received the lovely Toshiba netbook I am typing on, which solved all my problems.
Well, most of them.
See, in Poland I will be staying at my grandmother's house. Last time I was there, her TV still had an antenna and she used a rotary dial phone. This was two years ago. I am almost positive that she still doesn't have internet, which will be a shame I'll have to get over.
Instead, I'll still be blogging every day. I'll write posts on Word Pad, and post the next in line whenever I have internet. So this is more going to be me blogging every day in August and all three of you reading said blogs whenever such an occasion occurs:
A wild internet appeared!
I used "update blog."
It's super effective!
Speaking of, I finally got Pokemon White, which I will be able to play once we leave for the airport in a few hours. So that's nice. Not looking forward to the heat and thunderstorms, but you can't hug every cat.
Internet jokes. 0D
That about wraps it up for today. Just wanted to alert those who might be reading this that I will be blogging every day about my fabulous European adventures, but that the updates might not be every day. Hope this post finds you all well. ^-^
I am back, dear blog readers, to participate in another event where I must blog every day of the month. I was on the fence about participating this month, as I'm going on vacation to Europe for all of it. But then I received the lovely Toshiba netbook I am typing on, which solved all my problems.
Well, most of them.
See, in Poland I will be staying at my grandmother's house. Last time I was there, her TV still had an antenna and she used a rotary dial phone. This was two years ago. I am almost positive that she still doesn't have internet, which will be a shame I'll have to get over.
Instead, I'll still be blogging every day. I'll write posts on Word Pad, and post the next in line whenever I have internet. So this is more going to be me blogging every day in August and all three of you reading said blogs whenever such an occasion occurs:
A wild internet appeared!
I used "update blog."
It's super effective!
Speaking of, I finally got Pokemon White, which I will be able to play once we leave for the airport in a few hours. So that's nice. Not looking forward to the heat and thunderstorms, but you can't hug every cat.
Internet jokes. 0D
That about wraps it up for today. Just wanted to alert those who might be reading this that I will be blogging every day about my fabulous European adventures, but that the updates might not be every day. Hope this post finds you all well. ^-^
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