OK. So, I think my muse went on vacation. I have been trying to figure out what to write for most of the week, and I seem to have writer's block. I guess maybe that means that nothing new is going on.
I got to go back to my childhood last night. My sister is visiting this weekend. I think that as soon as I could talk, she taught me how to play Uno. Every time she comes to visit, we play for hours. So last night, even though she was really tired, Mom, Robbie, she, and I all played Uno for about an hour. It was a lot of fun. (I think Kath was cheating though, because she kept winning!)
I guess that's the extent of my exciting life. Oh well. If something more exciting happens, I guess I'll post it. But, that's all for now.
This weekend, we went to Ocean City for the day. I haven't been to Ocean City in like six years, and from what I remember, it was beginning to get a little sketchy back then. There were all these rowdy kids (rowdier than I was, I'm sure) and half of them always seemed high. So, even though we went after Labor Day, I wasn't sure what to expect to see when we got there.
So, what did we see? About ten thousand bikers! Yay! It was somewhat overwhelming being surrounded by motorcycles and bikers and all. But, it was also kinda cool to see all the different bikes. Robbie was sure to point out to me the 43 different colors that he would like and the 16 different motorcycles that he would like to get. Now, I guess all we need is some money for said bike...
I like going to the beach. What I enjoy is laying out in the sun listening to music or reading. What I don't enjoy is going in the ocean. Well, I went in the ocean with Robbie, who was just completely thrilled to be in the water. I ended up ingesting more salt water than can be healthy and had more sand in my bathing suit than there was on the beach. Also, it is important to note, when going in the ocean, especially when there have recently been hurricanes in the vicinity, the waves tend to be really big. And when you are in really big waves, it is best to NOT WEAR A BIKINI. Yeah, I learned this from experience. 'Nuf said.
We had fun down there on Saturday (aside from my ocean-going mishaps). We got to wander up and down the boardwalk. We had lunch with Mom and Dad, who were up at the motorcycle show, sans motorcycle. (Now, does that make any sense?) And, I got tattooed! Hehe! If you are curious, ask me :-P
Since I'm updating my blog at work, I don't have any of the pictures with me. I'll post a few pictures of our trip tonight (as well as take pictures of the apartment and post them!).
I feel like I should be writing on here and updating the fun and exciting happenings of my life. Alas, there isn't a whole lot to write about right now. Plus, I have no idea who, if anyone, is still staying updated on my life via this blog, or if the novelty has worn off. But, I feel like I should write, and so write I will.
Let's see. Robbie has been up here for like 13 days (I'm not counting or anything). I think I finally feel like it's my own apartment, because I know that I can wander around naked when I get out of the shower if I want without the fear that someone might see me. But, it still kind of feels like Robbie is on an extended vacation, and that he'll be going back to South Carolina soon. I can't quite explain why, and my cousin basically told me not to overanalyze the situation. But, it bugs me. We both get up every morning and go to work. We have both gone grocery shopping. Robbie has done a bunch of stuff for the apartment, including stuff like getting the phone and cable hooked up. We also both have done some cleaning in the apartment (although one of us doesn't seem to like doing dishes so much). Still, it feels like soon he is going to go home. All I can figure is that we visited each other once a month for so many months, this just feels like September's visit. I'm really glad that he's not going anywhere. (I'm not sure he would agree with my sentiment, but he hasn't left yet, so that must be a plus.) Maybe by October, the realness of the situation will sink in. We'll see.
I keep meaning to take pictures of the apartment and post them on here, but then I get home and forget. I guess maybe I need to post notes all over the place to remind me to do it.
Living in an apartment is a new experience for me. I'm not sure what the people on the floor above me are doing. Either they are sumo wrestling every night, or it's just really easy to hear when people above are walking around. I have yet to see any 800 pound Japanese men come into our building, so I'm guessing that the latter statement is true. I wonder what I sound like walking across the apartment to the people below me?
I'm currently reading a book called Truth & Beauty. I'm not sure how I feel about it, even though I'm two-thirds of the way done. It's kind of an interesting story about life and friendship. It's one of those books that you should read when you think that you have a rough life. However, the main character, Lucy, is so clingy and needy that I'm not sure I like her.
OK, I think I'm done for right now. This was one of those posts that really has no point, but it's still a stress reliever to just sit and write for a little while.
Sometimes I don't think I am really from the Washington Metro area. For example, I'm not as rude as most of the people who live here. Also, I don't like to honk my horn incessantly like the majority of DC drivers. If everyone is driving slow, does it make any sense or serve any purpose to honk your horn? Maybe if you honk your horn, every car in front of you will magically speed up! I don't think so. I think that people who use their horn unnecessarily should have their cars automatically disabled. Or, they should be beat about the head with a Nerf baseball bat (that would be the more entertaining option). And these days, it seems idiotic to honk one's horn unnecessarily, because people will get out of the car and shoot you! IMHO, it makes more sense to just cuss through the windshield at a stupid or inconsiderate driver because I won't get shot for doing so. But that's just me. Maybe I'll write to GM and see about getting Nerf bats installed in all of the 2006 vehicles.
Yes, it's that time of year again when all Greenbelters can smell hot funnel cakes, and we all recite with the BINGO callers, "The little one, B-1!" If this doesn't make any sense to you, then you need to come to the Greenbelt Labor Day Festival, this weekend only! It's worth coming to, if just once in your life. If you feel that you are too old for carnival rides (or afraid that the Ferris wheel might break down and roll away with you), then you can come for the BINGO. Or the food. Or the used book sale. Or, you can come to see what we affectionately refer to as "Greenbelt People." Again, if you have never been to Greenbelt, or to the fair in general, then you should come just to see the Greenbelt People. But, I digress.
Greenbelt is full of history and life. Yes, it is true that many of the inhabitants of this small town are about 117 years old. But, Greenbelt can be fun-filled and exciting! (OK, not really, but it sounds good, right??) Immerse yourself into the history by watching the Miss Greenbelt Pageant and cheering for your favorite (we also have Little Miss and Junior Miss Pageants, too!). Come sit with the young and old, educated and thugs, and play BINGO (Blackout starts at about 11 p.m.). Have your fill of funnel cake, pizza pretzels, potato pancakes, cotton candy, fajitas, and more! It's the one time of year in our little world where we can be silly, eat whatever we want, and just destress for a little while. It's the perfect way to end the summer season!
