First stop

We just sat down at a bakery beside our terminal. Mom and Dad just left to do who knows what. I love the feeling of freedom, even if it didn’t even last the duration of two sentences. He’s back. We’re about to embark on a Freeman adventure. We have bruce who completely practical. We have Lu who just came back from the bathroom giggling “watch the faucet, it splatters”. Have you ever seen those shows with the long lines, or maybe you’ve been to an amusement park like this; there are cones and lines prearranged that loop-d-loop forever. Well this loop-d-loop wasn’t half full and ppl. were skippng to the front. But not my mother. She’s the one that loop-d-looped from the start, alllllll the way to the front, while the gentlemanly businessmen waited and smiled for her to pass, before skipping to the front. Quick reminder of Bruce, he’s the one that didn’t laugh due to his high levels of focus on trying to figure out if we were in the right place. And then we have me. I’m just “that girl” who is pretending to be on the internet, but is just typing on a regular page that I’ll later post on my blog b/c i can’t figure out how to get on the internet. Now, we aren’t hicks. To prove that Mom is carrying a stylish beach hat...because it looks “vacationy”. First stop...complete.

A Whole New World

It’s official. I’m one of them. I got my mac yesterday, which means I now also have an iPod touch, seeing that a free iPod is part of the current promotion. Technology and I have never been bff (that’s a title only very few can hold). My mom set up the laptop and a friend put music on my iPod. I’ll tell you a secret...I’m a little ashamed at my inabilities, but let’s just keep that between us. None the less, here I sit, in my long hippie skirt, Coldplay turned on loud, and typing away on this shiny object with a glowing apple. I’m home alone right now and totally feel like holding a conversation. Nothing too deep, perhaps just exchange a few jokes or discuss the highly disappointing weather that has prevented me from laying out and getting perfectly bronzed shoulders and cheeks. I’d chat with my local companions, but my fingers are tired of texting because I haven’t had the perfectly shaped long fingernails needed to type the correct letter on my palm ever since the keypad decided to fall off. It appears that a new phone has been put on hold once again, seeing that within the last week alone, I have become dear friends with our FedEx guy who now knows me as “### somethingsomething street”. Please understand that my address substitutions have nothing to do with my lack of trust in you, but rather my cautious behavior towards the unknown world of internet users. Ahh how I wish I could be discovered by the unknown (only the safe non-creepy unknown) and become known. BACK TO MAC! Maybe now I won’t feel so left behind when I go to college and am surrounded by Mac labs for the 4 years of my Communications major. Just maybe I’ll now be able to sit down and write an article for the magazine!

Thanks for letting me ramble. Learn something new today, let the unknown become known. You should probably listen to Yellow by Coldplay while you search for that something/someone special. Safe travels!

Becoming Anne

So I’m sitting at the river. I know, totally not safe for a young girl...hopefully Mom isn’t reading (if you are I have my keys by my side ready for attack if anyone approaches). Tonight I can breathe. I’m totally in “Anne of Green Gables” mode, feeling the breeze come off the river and listening to faint sounds of crickets in the bushes. I couldn’t even make it through that sentence without laughing at myself, audibly. This little town isn’t so bad. Sure, we got excited when Best Buy came to town and yes, parking lots are still hot spots for hanging out. But it’s quaint. And it holds within it kindred spirits. Anne would approve.:)