Today was a slow day in comparison to the past few days, but it wasn't as if we didn't do anything.
My mother got up wicked early to go to the 6:30am mass, without asking my sister and I to come. She claimed she was tired of our complaining. I felt bad, because when I was saying I didn't want to go to church it was late and I was tired and cold and worried about failing BEDA and being stupid.
After breakfast the three of us headed off to the beach. Once we walked to our usual spot (as proclaimed by my mom), my sister and I went back to the pier to use the free internet. :D At one point, my sister got up to see if she could get better connection a little farther down the pier. An old man sat down in her place on the bench, and at one point asked me a question in Polish.
"...I don't speak Polish."
"Tso?!"
"...I don't speak Polish."
That awkward moment when an old man sits down next to you and asks you a question in a language you don't understand.
And I'm fairly certain I spelled "tso" wrong up there. IT MEANS "WHAT", OKAY? XD
My head hurts a little...
A little under an hour of internet time later, we headed back to my mom and chilled on the beach for a while. Around 12:30 we left because the clouds had rolled in and one of my mom's aunts (her father's sister, I believe), was supposed to be by for coffee around four.
On the way back we bought some cake and cheese and frozen pierogis, and then walked in around one to find that our guest was already there. The next few hours were mainly spent, by me at least, eating and listening. Eventually I headed upstairs to read some more, and then at a time that I believe was around five, my sister and I walked over to visit our other grandparents.
Over there I mainly just read more, stopping to listen to some conversation and to eat pancakes. It's really my godmother who knows how to work the internet over there, so I didn't get on. I'm not complaining, though. Hour Game by David Baldacci is really very good. It isn't perfect, but I'll save my in-depth thoughts for when I've finished it.
We got back not long ago, and I showered and now I'm here. I thought of some flesh-out information of the alternate universe of my tentative NaNoWriMo novel (not The Perpetual Business of a Quality Fish Store, I'm afraid), so I think I'll skip off to write that down.
Kiss-kiss,
I miss Vivid. DX
PoKEMON StATS
They still haven't changed. :/
Monday, August 29, 2011
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
Awkwardly TMI-ing Like A Boss - 8.15.2011
Nothing is open today. It's a church holiday. And when I say nothing is open, I mean nothing is open. Not the bakeries, not the shopping centers, not the supermarkets, not the kiosks. Everything is closed to celebrate the Assumption of Mary. (So I'm mass-posting what I haven't posted yet, and I'm thinking it be Accension, but what do I know?)
My mom dragged me back to church today. I don't mind going to church Sundays (or sometimes Saturdays, if we can't make it Sunday). Perhaps if we were in the States, I wouldn't mind going a second morning in a row. But as it happens, we're not in the States. I don't understand a thing anyone says at church, and the mass is twice as long as the ones back home. During the summer, anyway.
It's just so...well, awkward to stand there, not singing and not saying what you're supposed to be saying because you can't. Someone may as well stick a brightly lit neon sign over my head that reads FOREIGNER, with a helpful and painfully yellow arrow pointing straight to me.
Yesterday I said that church is a great place for thinking, and I still stand by that. But yesterday I had hours of time for thinking while everyone around me spoke Polish and I smiled and nodded and exchanged a few words with people who spoke broken English and had excruciatingly awkward conversations with the one uncle who did speak English (see the boyfriend bit from yesterday).
At first, I just thought about how I would update my Facebook status when I got internet, like a cool kid. Then I wondered if saying my mom would kill me for having a boyfriend would butcher my social standing in High School. It's not that I care so much about being popular. Truly, I just don't want people to hate me. I'd say I have a fairly thick skin from the time I've spent on FFN, and I think I could easily handle anyone who hated me in the real world, but it'd just be easier if no one did, you know? They can think I'm crazy or weird or a geek/dork/nerd (I happen to be all three) or whatever, but it'd be ncie if they didn't hate me. And, you know. Having a boyfriend. That'd be nice. XD Just ignore my teenage ramblings, bro.
I have now promptly forgotten what I wanted to say next, like a boss. I was trying to write my blog post throughout the day so I wouldn't forget these things, but nope. Not working out.
EDIT: I wanted to say that then I started thinking that church was great for thinking, but then you run out of things to think about and you think that church is too good of a place for thinking and it's only a place that you should do some serious thinking in, or else you just putter out. Then a bunch of people coughed almost all at once, and it was like they were telling the priest that his homily was too long, but he didn't stop for another good ten minutes.
Later, my mom and I are going to go feed seagulls on the beach. The weather turned out to b--
I just took a break to go to the bathroom, and I think it's crucial that you know I put my underwear on inside-out this morning. Cool story, I know.
--e cloudy and drizzly, which is just our luck. At least I know for sure that I'll be getting internet access at some time today because I have to tell my sister that my godmother (her aunt) will be picking her up from the airport so that she doesn't have to pay the crazy taxi fare. My mom and I paid nearly seventy zloty for our cab ride.
Now I just feel like-- hold on, I remembered what wanted to say earlier. Going to go edit that in.
As I was just saying, now I kind of just feel like rambling. Talking to my blog is easy, because I can never be sure if people are reading it or not. I wouldn't give the URL to my family members or anything, and it might be kind of awkward and also wicked cool if people I didn't know that well from school read it, but talking to the internet is nice, simple. It's silly to share so much, maybe. In fact, it's almost like when Mr. Weasley told Ginny that you should never talk to something that talks back if you can't see where it's brain is. Is that a bad omen? Because then my life is going to fall to shit.
It's not like I walk into a forum proclaiming that, "My name is [CENSORED FOR BEING TOO SEXY] and that I live at [CENSORED FOR BEING TOO SEXY] in [CENSORED FOR BEING TOO SEXY]."* I'll probably give out my age, and eventually I might let loose my first name and the state I live in if I trust the people enough, but I don't think I tell people too much. I don't know how much information a stalker/murderer/pedophile needs to find me, and maybe they all know where I live, but I don't believe my internet friends are stalkers/murderers/pedophiles, and they've been the best friends I've ever had regardless. See, that's one of those things that would be awkward to say if my IRL friends were reading this. 0D
Well, anyway, lately I've been thinking a lot about High School. I want to be the person I am on the internet when I start school in September. I can be that person around my friends, but it's harder around people I don't know well. I'm awkward** and stumbly and shy when I'm not with at least one other person I'm on fairly good terms with. I already have an outfit planned for the first day (like a boss, and if I may say so myself, it's quite hot) because I'm just that kind of over-prepared person. I want High School to be good for me. Everyone says it's way better than Middle School, which I firmly believe, and it may not be the best four years of my life, but I want it to be nice.
I'm sure you've all lost interest now. I'm going to close the laptop and write more later, hopefully with less sentimental crap and personal feelings.
Sitting on the windowsill, thinking about life.
Haha, not really. I was reading The Catcher in the Rye, occasionally looking up to covet the person I can see on a computer in one of the other houses. Then I was wondering if they were one of the houses with the internet that doesn't have a password, and that them being online would let me be online. I managed to connect to something for a second, but with no internet access. Urgrumph.
The moment I left the house with my mom, it started drizzling. Then it held up for a bit. We fed some seagulls and then began to head for the pier because some guy had been feeding pidgeons there the other day. Then it started drizzling again, which then progressd to pouring. Vacation, yay.
So then we walked back through the pouring, then the drizzling, then the nothing. Then I played some Pokemon and took a nap, because being this awesome is tiring. When I woke up, I thought my mom said it was 9:30, and it was sunny, so I bumbled around for a minute before she yelled for lunch. Turned out to be 2:30. I read for a bit more and now my grandmother and godmother are over. As it happens, my sister already contacted my godmother, so it isn't crucial that I get internet access. Raeg. Now it's drizzling on my laptop, and if it's my luck, I'll get internet when it's raining via a network I can only connect to when I'm outside.
It's cold.
It must be boring to listen to me wangst about not speaking Polish and not having internet and how the weather is bad even though I'm in freaking Europe and should just appreciate that. I highly doubt anyone is reading this, though. Or closely, anyway. This monster post is just a mass of boring and teenage angst.
"He didn't have sex with the prostitute? What kind of book is this?"
The internet is my crack. Give it back.
By the way, the kiosk down the street sells porn magazines right next to the toys for kids. America is such a prude compared to the European countries I've been to. A German furniture-and-things catalog had a porno calander for sale in it.
I'm excited for my sister to get here, but when she does, I won't be able to open the window in her room like a door and sit there, feet dangling over the balcony, like I am right now. I like this place.
If anything else exciting happens, I'll fill you in later. Otherwise, I'll just put in the Pokemon stats tonight.
--
Yeah, not much else happened. Played Pokemon while sitting in my favorite place on the windowsill, gathering weird looks from the locals. Watched the goodnight program for kids on TV. Ate. Played more Pokemon. Oh, so glamorous. Also imagined situations involving the High School and my FFN friends, which ended up being quite hilarious and some good entertainment.
PoKEMON StATS
Hours played: 31 hours and 1 minute
Current team:
- Emboar, 58
- Zebstrika, 54
- Vanilluxe, 50
- Garbodor,41
- Swanna, 38
- Sawsbuck, 38
Badges: 8
*I think that's how I'm going to introduce myself at forums from now on.
**I'm beginning to overuse this word, aren't I? My second best friend (the thesaurus) isn't with me, so try to ignore that little detail, yes?
My mom dragged me back to church today. I don't mind going to church Sundays (or sometimes Saturdays, if we can't make it Sunday). Perhaps if we were in the States, I wouldn't mind going a second morning in a row. But as it happens, we're not in the States. I don't understand a thing anyone says at church, and the mass is twice as long as the ones back home. During the summer, anyway.
It's just so...well, awkward to stand there, not singing and not saying what you're supposed to be saying because you can't. Someone may as well stick a brightly lit neon sign over my head that reads FOREIGNER, with a helpful and painfully yellow arrow pointing straight to me.
Yesterday I said that church is a great place for thinking, and I still stand by that. But yesterday I had hours of time for thinking while everyone around me spoke Polish and I smiled and nodded and exchanged a few words with people who spoke broken English and had excruciatingly awkward conversations with the one uncle who did speak English (see the boyfriend bit from yesterday).
At first, I just thought about how I would update my Facebook status when I got internet, like a cool kid. Then I wondered if saying my mom would kill me for having a boyfriend would butcher my social standing in High School. It's not that I care so much about being popular. Truly, I just don't want people to hate me. I'd say I have a fairly thick skin from the time I've spent on FFN, and I think I could easily handle anyone who hated me in the real world, but it'd just be easier if no one did, you know? They can think I'm crazy or weird or a geek/dork/nerd (I happen to be all three) or whatever, but it'd be ncie if they didn't hate me. And, you know. Having a boyfriend. That'd be nice. XD Just ignore my teenage ramblings, bro.
I have now promptly forgotten what I wanted to say next, like a boss. I was trying to write my blog post throughout the day so I wouldn't forget these things, but nope. Not working out.
EDIT: I wanted to say that then I started thinking that church was great for thinking, but then you run out of things to think about and you think that church is too good of a place for thinking and it's only a place that you should do some serious thinking in, or else you just putter out. Then a bunch of people coughed almost all at once, and it was like they were telling the priest that his homily was too long, but he didn't stop for another good ten minutes.
Later, my mom and I are going to go feed seagulls on the beach. The weather turned out to b--
I just took a break to go to the bathroom, and I think it's crucial that you know I put my underwear on inside-out this morning. Cool story, I know.
--e cloudy and drizzly, which is just our luck. At least I know for sure that I'll be getting internet access at some time today because I have to tell my sister that my godmother (her aunt) will be picking her up from the airport so that she doesn't have to pay the crazy taxi fare. My mom and I paid nearly seventy zloty for our cab ride.
Now I just feel like-- hold on, I remembered what wanted to say earlier. Going to go edit that in.
As I was just saying, now I kind of just feel like rambling. Talking to my blog is easy, because I can never be sure if people are reading it or not. I wouldn't give the URL to my family members or anything, and it might be kind of awkward and also wicked cool if people I didn't know that well from school read it, but talking to the internet is nice, simple. It's silly to share so much, maybe. In fact, it's almost like when Mr. Weasley told Ginny that you should never talk to something that talks back if you can't see where it's brain is. Is that a bad omen? Because then my life is going to fall to shit.
It's not like I walk into a forum proclaiming that, "My name is [CENSORED FOR BEING TOO SEXY] and that I live at [CENSORED FOR BEING TOO SEXY] in [CENSORED FOR BEING TOO SEXY]."* I'll probably give out my age, and eventually I might let loose my first name and the state I live in if I trust the people enough, but I don't think I tell people too much. I don't know how much information a stalker/murderer/pedophile needs to find me, and maybe they all know where I live, but I don't believe my internet friends are stalkers/murderers/pedophiles, and they've been the best friends I've ever had regardless. See, that's one of those things that would be awkward to say if my IRL friends were reading this. 0D
Well, anyway, lately I've been thinking a lot about High School. I want to be the person I am on the internet when I start school in September. I can be that person around my friends, but it's harder around people I don't know well. I'm awkward** and stumbly and shy when I'm not with at least one other person I'm on fairly good terms with. I already have an outfit planned for the first day (like a boss, and if I may say so myself, it's quite hot) because I'm just that kind of over-prepared person. I want High School to be good for me. Everyone says it's way better than Middle School, which I firmly believe, and it may not be the best four years of my life, but I want it to be nice.
I'm sure you've all lost interest now. I'm going to close the laptop and write more later, hopefully with less sentimental crap and personal feelings.
Sitting on the windowsill, thinking about life.
Haha, not really. I was reading The Catcher in the Rye, occasionally looking up to covet the person I can see on a computer in one of the other houses. Then I was wondering if they were one of the houses with the internet that doesn't have a password, and that them being online would let me be online. I managed to connect to something for a second, but with no internet access. Urgrumph.
The moment I left the house with my mom, it started drizzling. Then it held up for a bit. We fed some seagulls and then began to head for the pier because some guy had been feeding pidgeons there the other day. Then it started drizzling again, which then progressd to pouring. Vacation, yay.
So then we walked back through the pouring, then the drizzling, then the nothing. Then I played some Pokemon and took a nap, because being this awesome is tiring. When I woke up, I thought my mom said it was 9:30, and it was sunny, so I bumbled around for a minute before she yelled for lunch. Turned out to be 2:30. I read for a bit more and now my grandmother and godmother are over. As it happens, my sister already contacted my godmother, so it isn't crucial that I get internet access. Raeg. Now it's drizzling on my laptop, and if it's my luck, I'll get internet when it's raining via a network I can only connect to when I'm outside.
It's cold.
It must be boring to listen to me wangst about not speaking Polish and not having internet and how the weather is bad even though I'm in freaking Europe and should just appreciate that. I highly doubt anyone is reading this, though. Or closely, anyway. This monster post is just a mass of boring and teenage angst.
"He didn't have sex with the prostitute? What kind of book is this?"
The internet is my crack. Give it back.
By the way, the kiosk down the street sells porn magazines right next to the toys for kids. America is such a prude compared to the European countries I've been to. A German furniture-and-things catalog had a porno calander for sale in it.
I'm excited for my sister to get here, but when she does, I won't be able to open the window in her room like a door and sit there, feet dangling over the balcony, like I am right now. I like this place.
If anything else exciting happens, I'll fill you in later. Otherwise, I'll just put in the Pokemon stats tonight.
--
Yeah, not much else happened. Played Pokemon while sitting in my favorite place on the windowsill, gathering weird looks from the locals. Watched the goodnight program for kids on TV. Ate. Played more Pokemon. Oh, so glamorous. Also imagined situations involving the High School and my FFN friends, which ended up being quite hilarious and some good entertainment.
PoKEMON StATS
Hours played: 31 hours and 1 minute
Current team:
- Emboar, 58
- Zebstrika, 54
- Vanilluxe, 50
- Garbodor,41
- Swanna, 38
- Sawsbuck, 38
Badges: 8
*I think that's how I'm going to introduce myself at forums from now on.
**I'm beginning to overuse this word, aren't I? My second best friend (the thesaurus) isn't with me, so try to ignore that little detail, yes?
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