The White House had lots of fresh floral arrangements in every room. I envy them. Fortunately, the president and I did not share residence at the same time. My life has been spared.
Suspicious packages should be illegal. I had wanted to sit in the Gallery a bit longer. The Capitol is so little.
Oh yea, Xanga is broken. I win once again. Sorry, I’ve developed a bit of a superiority complex.
So I’m finally home.
I’m pissed. Flights are never on-time, ever. Period. I win.
People are actually nice here, I smiled on the way home about it.
Someone pulled out in-front of me when I was just getting to enjoy driving again. Jerk.
I really do not want to go tomorrow
Oh, Xanga sucks. I win again.
A couple days ago, my family and I went to watch tryouts for the All American Lacrosse Team. We all should know how much I enjoy organized sports and on this thought understand what happened. Add to this 97% humidity (eventually leading to rain—I’ll get there in a bit) and 97 degrees and you end up with a very unhappy me. Well, I can’t call it entirely bad; I learned a lot about the game (and in the museum of the sport, a lot about the history.) The creepy museum lady was there and greeted us a bit too nicely. That was odd. I must admit it: I enjoyed seeing a smiling face that I knew.
Eventually, even Lacrosse grew boring. I decided it would be best to go up to the car and wait up for everyone else. At this point, I was pretty much out of it physically and mentally, I was a wreck. I was (and still am) missing everyone so much. I played around with the stereo a bit and much to my dismay, I heard Felix Mendelssohn. I had found a classical station and it was playing familiar music. After this, I was able to crank the volume loud and play a Requiem piece out the windows in the middle of a thunderstorm. Sure, I’m a little twisted, but I am happy just thinking about that moment. Have you ever had something deeply affect you? Was it ever music?
Let’s all take a second to congratulate my wonderful sister. She’s so incredibly wonderful! She managed to pull off best in state today. My parents are literally glowing, my brother is actually talking, and I’m writing about it. Yes, I am actually tinged a bit with pride. It’s pretty awesome that she got so far with this National History Day project. In a few ways, she has accomplished what I could not. Not only this, but she got a phone call today from her ballet studio: she’s now graduated into Pointe. While I don’t understand all facets of this art, I hear it’s a good thing to be in. I’m really happy for her.
While waiting for the awards to process today, I finished Reservation Blues. Honestly, it wasn’t awful as I tend to think of anything that people force me to read. It wasn’t anything that I would of picked up on my own and it hasn’t changed my life as some other books have, but it wasn’t bad. At around 300 pages, it wasn’t a light read either. Although boredom in oppressive heat can be a strong influence to read.
And finally, I was on the balcony today being moody. Not a shock yes, but Annika falling three stories is! Wow, that sucks. For those of you who don’t care to remember my childish names, Annika is my Shuffle. My grace and ignorance aside, let’s all give Apple props for creating such a wonderful device. When they say solid state, they mean solid state. When I reached the supposed grave of my newest toy, I was quite dismayed to see it looked perfect; there wasn’t even a scratch. Worse (or better?), the thing was still playing the song It was playing before it fell. I’m in love with this thing, and despite everything I’ve put it through so far, it seems to love me.
So my Boston adventure is finally over.
I looked at that for a few minutes letting it sink in. It’s hard to let go of something so different. The one thing that still sticks out in my mind is the character and charm of the place. Nothing at home has anything quite as near to it. Just being there made me wish my friends were there with me. It has a mystique that I cannot explain.
I’m not saying it was all wonderful though. The drug use was staggering and the humidity something to get used to. The legal issues with the light switches still frustrate me. Some people were rude and different and often I felt, well, scared. I didn’t always feel quite safe walking around.
I heard people speaking German all over and I was spoke to a few of them. I enjoyed that. I loved going down to the corner bakery for some bread in the mornings and I loved going through the dark alleys. I loved the character and charm too, but I already think I said that.
It’s now over though and I’m stuck in D.C. for a while. It’s hot a humid and it makes me want to die, a bit. My aunt left last night and I had a hard time with it. On the way back to the parking lot, my nose started bleeding. It was a convenient excuse to cry. I miss her already.
I miss people at home a lot and I miss my trip. I suck. That’s okay though, right? I love you and that’s all that matters. Things are almost over and I’ll finally have my chance to talk again. I need to talk to you.