I talk about the illustrious trip to the country. Excitement! Drama! Well... at least a little bit.12:22 a.m. - 2003-06-23
**originally written on June 20, 2003 at 5:06 am**
Well... I can't sleep. Big shocker there. It's amazing how when you start going to bed when other (normal) people get up, you can no longer sleep during-- well, lets just say before 8 am. I am actually writing this with my own hand, and am going to transcribe it later. My mom just came in to feed Ben breakfast and saw me laying on my back with a cd on my nose (I was looking at the distorted image of my face reflected back and had been for about 10 minutes. I'm just LOADS of fun when I can't sleep). She said "Hmmmm," in a vaguely dissaproving way. Apparently, she had never tried it. (But you should!) When shocked by the revelation that I couldn't sleep, and that it was better than staring at the ceiling, she suggested that I pray or read the Bible. Regarding both of these choices as far inferior to staring at the celing with my glasses off (a big, white blur), I decided to write this instead.
So, moving on to the continuing thread (from last time), I was going off the the country with relatives of varying degrees. 12 people. 1 bathroom. Billions of bugs. You get the picture.
The highlights of the trip?
- Dad barbequed.
- We hiked through our property.
- A nice trip to Johnson Shut-Ins.
- My brother rolled over a car.
- And various other dull country things.
Other than the bad bad day (guess which one that was), the trip wasn't as bad as expected. Although there was always someone in the bathroom.
About the accident, although I won't go into excruciating details since it wasn't your family members, and you don't care that much: No one was seriously hurt since everyone was wearing seat belts (I just became an even bigger fan of seat belts). It was on Route 21 about 20 feet from Tip Top (tire blowout going round one of those turns, car went off the read, when G. tried to correct, the car hit the side and rolled over). It only rolled once, but dislodged a huge rock whick crushed in the roof on the driver's side (G. was the only one with any injuries at all, he had some glass in one arm, and rug burn all over his scalp). The Blazer is no longer a happy little SUV, and it sitting in a salvage lot right now (it was an electric blue '92 Chevy Blazer, FYI). That's about it. The big scoop. Actually, not that big of a scoop. A very bare-bones-account-of-the-story scoop.
And speaking of scoops, YUM! Glaciers are the shit! And I don't even like sno-cones!
Thanks for reading.
:o)
**end of transcript. Those damn little sappy "Journal" books are not designed to be held open with one elbow while typing. Ouch.**
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