Thursday, July 6, 2006

This is going to be long. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Ok, a whole lot of stuff happened. First of all… what was first? Oh yeah, on the ride up my cousin was asking about “Can I die from anything in this car?” And we were all telling him “No, unless you do something stupid, like drink the gasoline.” Then he kicked me a whole bunch of times because he was so wrapped up in his game that apparently the comfort of other people didn’t matter. But then he wanted to listen to Bohemian Rhapsody (he listened to it at least 7 times on the trip, not to mention all the times he was singing it wrong) so then I got to listen to my iPod, because to set up my aunt’s (filled with all kinds of strange, dull, hard to hear music) was harder for me to set up. So then when we got up there… what..? Um. Oh yeah, we went to my aunt’s church for a whistling contest. I was in a five way tie for first! Well… there were 5 contestants… Oh well, I didn’t even know I could whistle for 3 minutes…

The next day we split into two “teams” the adventure team (w00t! go adventure team!!) and the excitement team. The adventure team, 2 of my aunts, myself, some guy named Dave (my aunt’s friend, he owned the house we were staying at, the parsonage is a mess) and myself all climbed Pine Mountain. It’s a nice little mountain. There’s some Congregationalist or Unitarian camp-thing at the top. We went down their driveway. I got eaten alive by blackflies (apparently they’re attracted to black). One bit me on the neck and I was bleeding pretty badly, so now there’s blood on the tag of one of my t shirts…
Lovely.
The excitement team played mini golf and went to walmart.

Um.. then I met a friend in Gorham, they live in the next town over though. So now I’ve got a penpal. A bit strange in this day and age. Anyway, she’d invited me to a picnic, but it turned out to be after the parade, so we went around looking for her friends. My aunt saw this and kind of freaked out. Hm… this is confusing with all these aunts. My aunt Kathie who is the mother of my cousin freaked out. And then I couldn’t go to the picnic after the parade because I didn’t go to it before… Oh well. It was a church picnic, I usually seem to attract militant conversionists so it’s just as well I didn’t go. Then I got to sell soda in front of my aunt’s church, which (believe it or not) was terribly interesting.

In a nutshell: For those who have had enough of this post, there was a drug bust, some cute little kids, and I was Skiaska: Improver of Moods.

So, the drug bust. There was a parking lot a little ways away, and there was a sketchy blue van next to a red pickup truck. A little farther down the road there was a bridge. On the bridge a bunch of people were walking towards the common, which was across the street. Sorry if that description sucked. So then the police said something (yelled more like) and a guy took off running. They caught him and another guy who took off running, but missed the total sketchbags that were in the blue van. You’ve got to give them credit, they were very smooth. Just moved cars. And in under an hour they were back in business.

Then after the fireworks there was gridlock, and that’s where we made a lot of money. There was this cute little girl who came up and told us “We were going to McDonalds, but now I don’t think we’re going to make it.” Heh. Cute kid. I even got to lead the way down to the scary bathroom in the church basement. My cousin was a good salesman, but had no head for strategy, he wore himself out shouting to nobody.

Um. Oh yeah. Improver of Moods, well, like I said: gridlock. And so I went outside with a sparkly hula-hoop, and was hula-hooping for maybe over an hour. Lots of people when they went by either a) acted like I couldn’t see them and laughed and pointed (damn those girls with too much makeup) b) smiled or c) gave me a thumbs up or told me I was awesome (mostly guys doing this). One car was stopped in front of me and asked if I wanted some money for hula hoping, I just had to walk over there without stopping, so hey, I got a dollar and got some work on ABS OF STEEL!!!! It’s win-win. Or something. Hula-hooping is fun. My aunt made some really big black hula-hoops, I can go from my waist to my neck and back again with them. Can’t do that with the normal ones, nope.

The fireworks were neat. Since sundown there were people launching them from home, and then there was the big town show. It went: Round, round, round, round, round with round in it, roundroundround, round, round with round coming out of it, round, round, round that tended to fall down creating a nice not quite round illusion, round, round, diamond!, roundroundroundroundroundroundroundroundroundround!!!!! And then someone set off a bunch of screaming mimis. And then there were a few weak little home launched shows. Lot of roman candle-y stuff.

And then I went home. The trip home was hard and full of kicking and elbowing. It’s irksome when adults don’t take into account how long your patience has lasted before it snapped when yelling at you for your snapped patience.

Then I helped my mom cut off a bit of the garage door so we can open and close it and worked on my tensegrity tower. I’ve got quite a bit more to do, and I’ve got to find some stretchy cord.

SHARPIE VS. A VERY BAD HABIT!

I do chew my nails, I admit. But I’m trying to break the habit. Nailpolish didn’t work, and it’s too messy to put on. So I’m trying out Sharpie as a deterrent. So far it’s working quite well, I’ve even gotten used to having black nails (what other color would I use?) so now we play the waiting game.

Fin.

P.S. I’m going to Finland for a month in… less than 10 days! OMG!
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