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Where have I been since the 27th of July, you ask? (And I can't spell worth a dime today; I blame it on Lake Tahoe. And the altitude.)
Lake Tahoe. (*Gasp* what a shocker! (said in sarcastic way, because you probably knew because of the subject title and all.)
So it's August and I haven't changed the calendars in my room at all to refect that a month changed. You know. All the calendars in my room still show July. But it's August. And so the calendars shall be changed tonight after I unpack and everything and find Orange Cat.
So what happened at Lake Tahoe this year? Well, first thing's first: we discovered that a bear lives around the area of our cabin. Thanks to my mom's incredible ability to wake up at 1 AM in the morning and hearing the trashcan being knocked over because of said bear that lives in the area.
So there's a bear. And fish, due to this one kid's remarkable ability to catch two fish twice in a row. And they were big fish. Because the kid kept on showing the fish to my grandma, as if he were someone showing off an incredible talent, and he was all happy and proud.
Kelly and I got two kayaks, you know, one for him, one for me, that we were able to use to go on the lake early in the mornings after breakfast. And it was so amazing and so calm on the lake in the morning. I enjoyed it immensly that I took pictures of the serene calmness. (I also took pictures of sunset, which are just astounding.)
Koaleen, my cousin, kept on saying, "I heart you" while she did a miniature heart motion, as if she were drawing a heart in mid-air. It was about laughable; she's so comedic in that she makes us just sigh and shake our heads; she has that happiness, the world isn't doomed sort of attitude. The one which we don't have, or at least me, I think, don't have.
I saw a mastiff! (Is that how you spell it?) Remember that dog from the movie The Sandlot? That was a mastiff. And we actually saw one at a pet store at Lake Tahoe. It was so huge; imagine a dog that comes up to your waist and that is how tall this mastiff is. Think Saint Bernard, except looking more scary/threatening and slightly bigger.
Scary thing is that the dog (who's name was Hank) was only 15 months old. I was just about scared to get near him. And the owner? This pretty little blond girl. Who owns a mastiff. A humungous dog, to begin with.
That was probably the highlight of my vacation.
(Should I mention that my dad got hooked on NCIS, literally, while there? He finished the entire first season and is on the second one so far. Something I'm astounded he did as I didn't even finish anything there. Because I was so busy reading Lonesome Dove, really good book my mom let me borrow. I like it so far.)
So my dad is watching NCIS.
And I got new yarn! From the yarn shop. And I just love my yarn. I'm going to make a Hufflepuff scarf for Mallory for either Christmas or her birthday and I'm going to make a regular scarf for Khyrstina for her birthday. And I got green yarn for me so mom can make me a scarf for Christmas, or I can make myself a scarf.
I signed up for classes at Santa Ana college as well. So far I'm taking Anthropology 100 Intro to Anthropology, which meets on Mondays and Wednesdays from 9:45-11:10 AM; Criminal Justice 106 Coroner Death Investigation, Thursday 6-9:10 PM; Criminal Justice 108 Crime Scene Investigation, Monday 6-9:10 PM; and English 101, Tuesday and Thursday, 1-3:05 PM at Santiago Canyon College.
But enough about college (but anthropology--I am indeed channeling Blair from The Sentinel. At a store I bought a wolf t-shirt. A t-shirt with a picture of a wolf on it. Which I quite like very much. But that's not the point: hopefully anthropology is good. I chose it because I thought it would be interesting to try out.)
Another highlight of my trip was that we were at a stop sign. And on the sign was graffitii which read 'Voldemort!'. So all together it read 'Stop Voldemort!' I took a picture of it.
And I also checked out the Blues Brothers statues, the stand-up ones and the sitting downs, and I felt so sad because the sitting downs looked so worn out and all ruined. And the stand-up ones had their sunglasses missing.
If only I could take them home with me...then I wouldn't have any room in my room at all. But still: they should be washed. And locked up. And their sunglasses returned.
Lake Tahoe. (*Gasp* what a shocker! (said in sarcastic way, because you probably knew because of the subject title and all.)
So it's August and I haven't changed the calendars in my room at all to refect that a month changed. You know. All the calendars in my room still show July. But it's August. And so the calendars shall be changed tonight after I unpack and everything and find Orange Cat.
So what happened at Lake Tahoe this year? Well, first thing's first: we discovered that a bear lives around the area of our cabin. Thanks to my mom's incredible ability to wake up at 1 AM in the morning and hearing the trashcan being knocked over because of said bear that lives in the area.
So there's a bear. And fish, due to this one kid's remarkable ability to catch two fish twice in a row. And they were big fish. Because the kid kept on showing the fish to my grandma, as if he were someone showing off an incredible talent, and he was all happy and proud.
Kelly and I got two kayaks, you know, one for him, one for me, that we were able to use to go on the lake early in the mornings after breakfast. And it was so amazing and so calm on the lake in the morning. I enjoyed it immensly that I took pictures of the serene calmness. (I also took pictures of sunset, which are just astounding.)
Koaleen, my cousin, kept on saying, "I heart you" while she did a miniature heart motion, as if she were drawing a heart in mid-air. It was about laughable; she's so comedic in that she makes us just sigh and shake our heads; she has that happiness, the world isn't doomed sort of attitude. The one which we don't have, or at least me, I think, don't have.
I saw a mastiff! (Is that how you spell it?) Remember that dog from the movie The Sandlot? That was a mastiff. And we actually saw one at a pet store at Lake Tahoe. It was so huge; imagine a dog that comes up to your waist and that is how tall this mastiff is. Think Saint Bernard, except looking more scary/threatening and slightly bigger.
Scary thing is that the dog (who's name was Hank) was only 15 months old. I was just about scared to get near him. And the owner? This pretty little blond girl. Who owns a mastiff. A humungous dog, to begin with.
That was probably the highlight of my vacation.
(Should I mention that my dad got hooked on NCIS, literally, while there? He finished the entire first season and is on the second one so far. Something I'm astounded he did as I didn't even finish anything there. Because I was so busy reading Lonesome Dove, really good book my mom let me borrow. I like it so far.)
So my dad is watching NCIS.
And I got new yarn! From the yarn shop. And I just love my yarn. I'm going to make a Hufflepuff scarf for Mallory for either Christmas or her birthday and I'm going to make a regular scarf for Khyrstina for her birthday. And I got green yarn for me so mom can make me a scarf for Christmas, or I can make myself a scarf.
I signed up for classes at Santa Ana college as well. So far I'm taking Anthropology 100 Intro to Anthropology, which meets on Mondays and Wednesdays from 9:45-11:10 AM; Criminal Justice 106 Coroner Death Investigation, Thursday 6-9:10 PM; Criminal Justice 108 Crime Scene Investigation, Monday 6-9:10 PM; and English 101, Tuesday and Thursday, 1-3:05 PM at Santiago Canyon College.
But enough about college (but anthropology--I am indeed channeling Blair from The Sentinel. At a store I bought a wolf t-shirt. A t-shirt with a picture of a wolf on it. Which I quite like very much. But that's not the point: hopefully anthropology is good. I chose it because I thought it would be interesting to try out.)
Another highlight of my trip was that we were at a stop sign. And on the sign was graffitii which read 'Voldemort!'. So all together it read 'Stop Voldemort!' I took a picture of it.
And I also checked out the Blues Brothers statues, the stand-up ones and the sitting downs, and I felt so sad because the sitting downs looked so worn out and all ruined. And the stand-up ones had their sunglasses missing.
If only I could take them home with me...then I wouldn't have any room in my room at all. But still: they should be washed. And locked up. And their sunglasses returned.
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