travel log

[karriezai]

Vacation Log
Okay, so I’m starting this vacation log about 5 days into the vacation… I’m not sure how long the damn thing will last since I’m really only starting it because I just finished A Storm of Swords and I’m not getting A Feast for Crows until Monday… and I tried the dial-up, but it’s godforsaken slow compared to the DSL I’m used to. I checked my email and a couple updates—enough to know that Sorting’s started again and see a couple Potterpens—and that was quite enough waiting for me. So.

What you’ll find under the cut: lengthy ramblings about my vacation and assorted spoilers from the A Song of Ice and Fire series; if you haven’t read all the books, be wary. I started reading A Feast for Crows on the trip and talked freely about it.



Thursday, February 16, 2006 @ 22oo hrs Central
watching House of the Dead 2 (I’m a sucker for a good zombie movie… or even a bad one.)
mood annoyed (by the wait for AFfC)

House of the Dead 2. Stupid so far (I’ve come to realize that all SciFi channel pictures are), but whatever, it’s a horror movie and it’s background noise. Anyway, I suppose I should start with a log of what’s happened since last I updated.

We got here Saturday morning… just before/around noon. I felt gross, but Gramsie told me I smelled nice (I don’t think it was just to make me feel better since I hadn’t told her I felt gross)… and even though I wanted to take a shower, I ended up waiting until later in the evening. I don’t remember exactly why.

Most of the vacation so far has been reading for me. I finished A Clash of Kings on the trip and read a hundred, maybe two hundred pages of A Storm of Swords over the remainder.

This movie is ridiculous. The token black man just got shot. He was all buff and rough for the beginning of the movie, but when he got bit he was all protesting like a baby, “I’m fine, don’t shoot me!” Retarded. What a stupid role for that guy. -sigh- I hate how you have all white movies with the token black guy, and then you have black movies that are often pretty much made to appeal to just black audiences. Why can’t it be both? I mean, Hitch, Guess Who, I liked those movies. Dad wouldn’t go see them in theaters, though, because he says black audiences generally yell at the screen so badly you can hardly hear the movie. I never really noticed (probably because he never took me to those movies), so I don’t know, but blah.

/mini-ramble. So. Aside from lots and lots of reading and finding that I adore Sandor Clegane as a character so far (as well as rooting for Gendry to kiss Arya at some point and Dany to fall for Ser Jorah back—I know he’s old, but gah), I’ve had church and seeing old friends and stuff. Sunday was church, of course. I bring notebooks and books and stuff, but I never actually open them. I know my family thinks it’s incredibly rude, for one thing, but I also listen to the sermon and wonder. Coming back south always brings up religious issues.

Saw lots of people. Gramsie hates my hair. Other people are just like, “You’re hair, it’s so different! It’s pretty!” Probably just being polite, but I entertain my illusions.

After church, I got a phone call. Gramsie marched into the living room with the phone and said it was for me. I gaped at her like “Wha? Who knows I’m here? OH GOD, TRAVIS HAS HUNTED ME DOWN.” But it was Lisa. She asked if I wanted to go to lunch… she can drive now and I can’t, it’s pathetic XD She picked me up and we ate Chinese in Chipley. Talked a lot, catching up. She doesn’t look different at all except that her hair is a shade darker. We went to her aunt’s house to drop some stuff off, and her cousin locked herself and the aunt out of their house by accident XD Lisa had to pry the screen off a back window with two keys like a pro, raising eyebrows and questions about whether she’d done this before, to get them back in. Then we went to Lisa’s house to hang out for a while and I saw her mom again, which was nice. And her little sister Gracie, who is JK’s age but annoying where JK isn’t… though I suppose that’s because JK has other siblings to keep him occupied and Gracie was just pestering us.

Church that evening. I suppose it was then that I thought of a serious question. I’m probably not the first to have thought of it… I’m sure. But for any Christians out there, if you can answer it, that’d set me at ease. And anyone else who wants to take a gander…
God, my mom is snoring like a BEAR from the small room. Anyway.

So, the only way to heaven is through Christ, right? The ONLY way is through Christ. But what about if you’ve never heard of him? If you’re from some backwater Amazon tribe that’s never been in contact with civilization or missionaries or anything? You can’t be saved because you’ve never heard of him. Does that mean you go to hell? I know that missionaries are for bringing them the word of God and all, but I’m sure there are some they don’t reach… and there had to be lots that weren’t reached in the past before we’d explored as much of the world as we have today.

There are other things to doubt, but that’s the only one I can put into half-coherent words. Lisa gave me this book on different religions… well, she let me borrow it. I’ve been reading it some, but it’s from a Christian viewpoint, so some stuff is bound to be skewed. -shrug-

Alright, other things that have happened so far. Nothing much on Monday that I recall. Just reading, I suppose. Tuesday was Valentine’s Day. We went fishing at my Uncle Ray Dale’s pond. Caught some catfish, but we let them go each time. I caught one by its whisker, no telling how. Cris caught more than me, though.

Commercials are getting fucking ridiculous. Corny as hell.

Wednesday we went to Panama City, sort of went fishing, and bought a four wheeler. I got my learner’s permit that (yesterday, I suppose) morning. XD It looks a lot like a license. I didn’t expect it to be all official looking at all… I dunno why it wouldn’t, though. Because you only have it a year, I guess. Anyway, out of forty questions I missed four. There were two sections of twenty—one on road rules and one on road signs. The four I missed were all on road rules. I got all the signs. Heh.

I’m starting to think that I got my days mixed up. I must have. Fishing at Uncle Ray Dale’s must have been Monday and Panama City must have been Tuesday, because Mom and Dad made me drive everywhere we went Wednesday night. Home from the DMV, then to the Movie Gallery, then to the library, then to the Wal-Mart in Chipley, then home, then to Hardees before church. I would have driven some more, but it got dark, and for the first three months I’m not supposed to drive after dark.

Today we went to see Josh and Tash’s house that they’re building. It took a while to find the damn place, but it was cool to see the frame house. A deer had walked through the cement of the back patio when it was still wet, leaving cool prints. They’re keeping them; I would, too, in their place. Then we went to their trailer where they’re living during construction and saw them and their little ones. Josh just had laser vision correction, so he was wearing these goofy protective lens things. He was as cool as ever, and Tash is sweet. Mom thought her name was Latasha, but Dad and I both said that’s a funny name for a white girl, and Gramsie said she’s Natasha.

Their little ones are adorable, and they seem ready to grow up too fast. Except the littlest, Eli. He’s SO adorable. Pink-cheeked, blue-eyed, trusting, amiable, and the tiniest bit chubby with baby fat. He’s maybe one and a half. Jeremiah’s probably three or so, and he’s got this older-than-his-years look to his face. Maybe it was just that he was sick, but it really seemed that way to me. And Sidney or Sydney, no idea how they’re spelling it… she doesn’t talk with a four-year-old voice. She talks in a normal voice.

We went to see what’s going to be Christy and Ryan’s property, too. Uncle Rocky was working on it with this big construction machine type thing. Gramsie near about wet herself when she drove it, I bet, because she went all sorts of crazy with the steering and probably about knocked Uncle Rocky off. There’s this pond newly-dug on the property, too; it hasn’t filled up all the way, but the water is beautiful. Entirely clear and clean, and cool, too. The general consensus is that there’s a spring in it somewhere because of how fast it filled and how cool the water is.

This movie is ridiculous. The only one who ever accepted his fate and shot himself/allowed himself to be shot when he was bit wasn’t even on the team. He was just some worker in the building whose dead body the team found. So far everyone on the team who’s been bitten has fought tooth and nail not to be shot, or at least said “No, please don’t, I’ll be alright,” or something of that nature. And then one guy swallowed infected blood and didn’t turn. How stupid is that? It was just an inconsistency in the storyline, because they never mentioned it or anything. He just shot a zombie, her brain splattered all over his face and into his open mouth, and that was that.

I’ll shut up about the movie.

Okay, so, the major two thoughtful-type-things of this vacation have been religious and A Song of Ice and Fire. I’ve said all that needs saying about the religious stuff, but I’ve been plain obsessing over ASoI, and there’s more obsessing to be done for you guys.

I like Jon. I could see him becoming king by the end of the series. At first I was thinking, “Who the hell’s gonna win?” Stannis is alright by himself, but Melisandre just creeps me out. I don’t want her ruling, and if Stannis rules with her still alive at his side… it’s almost the same thing as just crowning her. She’s all for saying Stannis is Azor Ahai or whoever reborn, but it seems to me that Beric would be a sooner fit for that than Stannis, what with the Lord of Light giving Thoros the ability to revive him after dying so many times. (If I get any names wrong, don’t kill me. Martin’s got so many, is all. For the last half of A Clash of Kings and the first half of ASoS, I was going, “Who the hell is Beric Dondarrion? I don’t remember him. What the hell?”) Anyway, Daenerys is great and all, and apparently she passed Barristan the Bold’s tests about not being crazy, but she’s got a bit of it in her, and she’s too proud sometimes, and RASH. Gryffindor there, haha. Poor Jorah. I know he’s about three times her age, but I like him, which may be a stupid reason to think that she should too… -shrug- Well, in my opinion, Dany would be a better ruler than Stannis or the Lannisters (not that I have anything against Tommen), but she still probably wouldn’t be the best. It only just occurred to me that Jon may end up king. I didn’t expect too much to come of Robb’s decree that he follow as King in the North, but he’s been rising quickly, hasn’t he? Mormont trusted him, and Qhorin, and now he’s Lord Commander of the … shit, I’m blanking on the official name, but of the crows, the black brothers. Haha.

Of course, all this coming before reading AFfC. I suppose I’ll have a better idea of what I’m being an idiot about when I read that.

I hope I haven’t seen the last of Sandor. He’s one of my favorite characters, if not my straight-out favorite. He’s like Snape, but (don’t strangle me, it may just be the freshness of the read speaking) better, for me. I like Lupin’s personality, same as I like Jon’s. And Arya’s always a fun read, though most recently it was partially because of Sandor XD Mmm. I like reading Daenerys, but she’s not necessarily my favorite character-wise, although I do love her. I liked Viserys. He was crazy, and crazy characters are sometimes some of the best fun.

The epilogue stunned me. It was stunning enough when Catelyn and Robb died. I knew GRRM would kill of characters, but… wow. At first I thought it might have been a dream, but after reading Jaime’s chapter with the hand, I knew it probably wasn’t. And then the epilogue… wow. Ew and wow. My jaw just dropped. It’s one thing to raise Beric when he’s freshly dead. Catelyn was, what, a week old? The description, just bleh. But it’s one of the things I love and envy about GRRM.

I do suppose that’s all. Though I really need to write, or edit my short stories for WotF, or something. Oh well. ‘Til later.

Friday, February 17, 2006 @ 153o hrs Eastern
watching something Egyptian on the History Channel
mood cheerful

I’ve got it! The thing I’ve been debating over before writing is point-of-view. I think I want to try first-person, maybe even present-tense on Eysuria, though that’s a while from now so I may be getting ahead of myself. But I’m sure that first person fantasy might put someone off when they’re thinking about reading a book, and present tense even moreso.

So this is my question to you, and please answer it, particularly if you read fantasy.

I’m comfortable writing third and first, present and past. So what I need to know from you is this: if you picked up a fantasy book in first person and/or in present tense, would the slightly unusual POV/tense put you off and make you less likely to buy or even read it? I ask because it used to put me off. I found it very weird to read. But I wrote a fanfiction in first person present tense, and it grew on me. It’s fun to write.

In the end it’s up to me, I know. But as I’m comfortable with both tenses and POVs, I’d like some opinions about it.

I like first person because it reduces pronoun confusion. I have this habit of creating a lot of male characters and then getting myself into a pronoun mess trying to describe who’s doing what. First person would help a lot with that. Present tense I just enjoyed writing once I got used to it; it has a sense of immediacy, and a reader couldn’t be sure, reading it, that the protagonist is or isn’t intended to survive the story. Past tense is classic, though, as is third person for fantasy. Soo, I don’t know.

I’m going to go driving when Mom finishes her lemon pies, so that’s it.

Saturday, February 18, 2006 @ 145o Eastern
watching The Lady and the Tramp
mood nostalgic yet frustrated

Needs to write.

I put in the Lady and the Tramp because it was on Mike’s Super Short Show and I haven’t seen it in forever. Hence the nostalgia. The frustration is due to the writing… or lack thereof… I want to be a writer, but to be a writer you have to write, and I don’t do nearly enough of that. I’m an overly excessive planner. I have to have everything laid out, but it’s such a massive project trying to write out a world’s entire history, geography, and all that that I overwhelm myself just thinking about it. x_x;

I should get my thumbdrive and nano folder. So lazy. Hahahaha.

We’re having about twenty people come over tonight to eat. The food’s a’cookin’, smells pretty good, or it did before the wind shifted and started blowing the smell away. All the windows and doors are open, you see.

Buh-bye.

Monday, February 20, 2006 @ 191o Eastern
watching That 70s Show
mood somewhat sleepy

I got A Feast for Crows, which is great, except that I’m almost too sleepy to care XD That’s awful. I read the prologue and flipped through to see what viewpoint characters the book will bring. It’s weird that there are chapters now like ‘The Prophet’ and ‘The Girl in the Tower’ or whatever it was. I saw a chapter titled ‘Alayne’ and I wonder if that’s supposed to be Sansa. I think her fake name was Alayne. I don’t remember with my groggy brain, but I’m quite sure I’ll find out. Most of the chapter characters are new or relatively new—Jaime was only added as a chapter character in the last book, and Samwell, plus Cersei and Brienne are completely new viewpoints. I saw Arya in there somewhere, too. I read online that GRRM had to split the viewpoints from the original AFfC into two books, so the ones left out will probably be there in the next book (even if that will probably be published miserable ages from now). Hum.

Seth Green is freaking short.

So I’m working on files for Blood and Heat, planning, hopefully I’ll actually do something, but… I should edit the two short stories. If I never edit them, I can never send them in to WotF. Blah. My wallet is digging into my ass cheek. Haha. I use a wallet because I don’t like trying to keep track of a purse, carry it around. I much prefer just having it in my pocket so I don’t have to think about it.

We went to Dothan today… I drove. I drive a little too far on the right side of the road. Something about the way the yellow line looks when you’re driving as close to it as you’re supposed to is just weird to me, I suppose. Anyway, it was mist-raining. It was all alright, but the weather made me really tired. Or maybe I didn’t sleep well. I’m not sure. When we went to the Sam’s Club, I curled up on a soft display chair and sort of napped. I didn’t actually sleep (I think), but it was nice.

Yeah, that’s all.

Tuesday, February 21, 2006 @ 223o Eastern
mood disappointed

I missed House yesterday. I completely forgot that the day had changed to Monday for this week. It’s the first time I’ve missed House since we rented the first season and devoured it shortly before the second season started to air… I think it’s the first time, at least.

Blllahh.

Dad got two different versions of Scene It today at Wal Mart because the guys at his work love to play it and they make it look very fun. He got the TV and Disney versions, and he says we’re going to get the Harry Potter version once we get back to DC. (I have a feeling I’ll kick tail at that one.) Anyway, I lost pathetically at the TV version because half the TV shows mentioned were from when I was a tiny tot. I missed Alyssa Milano because I saw her and thought PHEOBE and completely blanked on her real name. And there was a jingle for the ‘San Francisco treat’ that I’d never heard of before in my life. Mom wasn’t playing at the time, so she got a box of Rice-A-Roni out of the pantry and waved at me from behind everyone else. Idiot me, I blurted out “Cheater!” even though she was trying to help me XD

Anyway, I made up for my pathetic loss with a whomping win in Disney Scene It. I finished when the others were only halfway around the board. There were only a couple questions asked of me that I didn’t know, like Maid Marian’s handmaid’s name and the villain from the Great Mouse Detective.

We still haven’t played Pictionary, but Scene It is pretty fun, so I suppose it makes up for it. I want to play the TV version again. It’s more challenging than the Disney one. Dad said, “Stick that in with Morgan and Hayley here, they’ll kick your butt at it.” I said, “You’re probably right, except that they aren’t allowed to watch half of the Disney movies.” Which isn’t so true anymore. Morgan says she’ll be allowed to watch Pirates of the Caribbean this year. (She’s nine going on ten.) Hayley and Sam could watch the Road to Eldorado, which I must say is a huge step up from not being allowed to watch Pocahontas and Mulan because of ancestor and tree-spirit worship.

I’m reading A Feast for Crows slowly. I love it, but I’m taking my time.

I saw Mrs. Donna Martin, Brett, and Mr. Randy today. It was nice talking to them. Mom told me on the way home, though, that she wanted to reach over and smack me when I said ‘bassackwards’ because it was basically the same as saying ‘ass backwards’. I told her the phrase is stuck in my head because I downloaded a font with that name, and besides, Gramsie says ‘bucking fuzzard’. Ha.

Mmmmkay. I’m trying to waste time until 11 (10 here) because then we may be able to play Scene It again, though I doubt it since Gramsie and Gene will probably be going to sleep. Right now they’re watching some show called Doc, which strikes me as the hospital version of Degrassi, though perhaps the acting is a tiny step up. I watched Degrassi last night out of sheer boredom. Too bad House isn’t like Degrassi, playing the newer episodes over and over again, because then I wouldn’t have to wait long at all to see the episode I missed yesterday.

Agh, my foot’s falling asleep. Later.

Thursday, February 23, 2006 @ 213o Eastern
watching God knows what…
mood bored…

Okay, I think this show Gramsie has on might be Cold Case, but I’m not entirely certain. It may be NCIS or something. Anyway, I’m still reading AFfC… I’m not that far in, though I’ve been picking up the pace and reading more today. I just got discouraged from reading for a while by skimming ahead and finding that there won’t be another Arya or Sansa chapter for a good fifty to seventy pages. It doesn’t help that there are reports that the Hound is outlawing and raping women and such. When I hoped to see more of him, I didn’t mean as a rapist brigand XD I know he’s an ass though. I just love his character to death. No clue how I grew so attached to him.

All these one-time character perspective chapters are cropping up everywhere. Sometimes it seems like there are more of them than regular character chapters, though I know that isn’t true. That’s not saying it’s a bad thing. Arys Oakheart’s chapter was cool, though I probably just remember it because it was the most recent I read. Ha. It’s just strange when it used to be only the prologue and, in ASoS, the epilogue—and now they’re everywhere.

I’m pretty sure the show is NCIS now. Eh.

I went fishing yesterday with Gene and caught a big catfish out of pure beginner’s luck or something. I put a chunk of bread on my line (which was meant for catching smaller fish like brim—Gene says it was a four-pound test line or something like that) and cast it in, and it wasn’t in the water five minutes when the line started tugging. Gene coached me on how to reel the bugger in and told me to let it tire itself out, not to reel it in when it was pulling away. I got it to shore and he didn’t have a cooler yet, so he put it on a blue… something or other, I forget what it was called. But he jabbed a spike through its mouth, pulled it through a ring to tie it so the fish couldn’t riggle loose of the line, and then tied the line around a small tree on the water’s edge. It stayed there the rest of the time making frog noises while we fished and didn’t catch any more catfish and didn’t keep what brim we caught.

Turns out the fish I caught was pregnant and weighed eight pounds. Mom got a picture of me holding it. We fried it up and ate it for dinner with some speckled perch Gramsie had stored in the freezer, and then we went to church.

We got the Harry Potter Scene It, and I kick Dad’s ass at it the way I suspected I would. He said he hopes I play it with Aze and get my ass handed to me. He’s a tiny bit of a sore loser, but at least he wasn’t aggravated then. He was happy that he wasn’t leagues behind me when I won.

Gramsie’s talking to Memaw. That woman can talk. I’m just glad there’s little chance I’ll have to talk to her. Travis is one thing and I have to talk to him often enough. If you want off the phone, you can tell him so. With Memaw, you say you need to go and it takes ten minutes to get off the line finally. She’s a sweet old lady, but she’s lonely, so she just talks and talks. It wouldn’t be half as bad if she didn’t repeat herself four different ways.

Aunt Donna was talking to my third and fourth grade teacher recently, apparently. Mrs. Lolly has a workshop or something now, and Aunt Donna said (as I heard through Mom) that Mrs. Lolly believes that you have to have a bit of a natural aptitude for writing to get a six on the FCATs, and that she’s only had one student she thought had that natural aptitude (which was apparently me). She didn’t get to see what I would have made on fourth grade FCATs since I moved before getting the chance to take them, but I was here for tenth grade FCATs and got a six then. I wasn’t the only one, though. There were at least two, and the other six was in my Honors English class. She may have been Paige, I’m not sure. It could have been Ray or Chuck too. Ray seems like a likely candidate. But I don’t know if they had Mrs. Lolly, sooo… Anyway, I’m supposed to go by the school tomorrow and attempt to see Mrs. Lolly, though we’re not sure she’ll be there. I hope she is. I loved her to death when she was my teacher.

I think I lost my jumpdrive x_x; Gah. Last thing I remember is putting it on the nightstand, and it isn’t there. It probably got knocked off, picked up, and misplaced. Ah, well. I hope Dad forgets I lost it, because I’d rather just let it stay lost than have Dad get worked up into a rage and tear the house apart looking for it even though it wasn’t his and didn’t cost him or me any money.

I keep biting the inside of my cheek, ow.

I almost got to play Pictionary today, but then Dad and I started reading and Gramsie and Gene wandered off XD Ah, so close. Bah.

I hope we get to see the Smith clan again before we leave. There’s a good chance we’ll see Aunt Donna and Uncle Ray Dale again, but there’s a better chance I’ll see Mrs. Lolly than the Smith clan since we haven’t made plans to see the latter.

I feel fat. XD I think I’ve actually lost a little weight here, but I ate a buttload of tuna casserole this morning until my stomach felt bloated, and then at dinner I ate more chicken than I really needed to and ended with the same effect. I still have a bit of the munchies, but just for want of taste. I’m not actually hungry. I’m chewing gum, though. -shrug-

I drove to Wal Mart today. Dad’s still trying to make me remember my way home. He put me on I-10 for the first time when I was actually driving and kept confusing me by asking what direction we were going and what direction we needed to go. I was like, “I don’t know what direction Wal Mart is!” They gave me directions on the way there, but on the way home Dad wouldn’t tell me which way to go and kept asking me, “Why are you going this way?” and scaring the shit out of me since I wasn’t very sure of the way I was taking at all. I ended up getting it right, but I was rather annoyed with Dad by the time we got home.

Sometimes I hate reading because I get so absorbed in the world and the writing style that I think if I don’t write just the way they do, my writing will suck. And I feel like I’ll end up copying things from the story… and with GRRM, half the time I don’t know what he’s invented and what’s actually historical with his terms and things. Sellsword and winesink, for instance. And dragonglass, I know that’s his. In Eysuria I don’t have to worry about it since there aren’t dragons, but there are in Somnion, and it’s so tempting to borrow the word XD Blah. And I know some of GRRM’s spellings are going to end up sticking on me. Ser instead of ser, serjeant instead of sergeant, and he uses grey instead of gray even though he isn’t British. That I’m aware of. And of course there are tons of other things that I’d love to be able to use in my own writing, like the Kingsguard and … are septs and septons unique to Westeros, or are they historical? The Sorrowful Men, valar morghulis, I wouldn’t use it in my own stories but I’d love to explore the ideas… argh. I would not be surprised… well, I would be surprised. But it’d be cool if Westeros and the rest of the ASoIaF universe became sort of like Faerun and the Forgotten Realms years from now. I dunno.

I sort of want to write now. But I sort of don’t. It makes me feel retarded. Because I know you aren’t a writer if you don’t write. And I know I’m not getting anything done. Agh.

Well, I do suppose that’s all.

Monday, February 27, 2006 @ 154o Eastern
hearing 97X ONLINE!
mood happy

Okay. Just a brief watered-down version of what happened between my last entry and coming home: Travis came over twice, I think my perviness scared him but that’s okay, I didn’t get to see Zach and Joe again (which was very disappointing), I didn’t get to see Mrs. Lolly but I got her this cute frog puppet that ribbits about four different songs and wrote her a letter for Aunt Donna to give her, and um, I think that’s it. Yeah.

My contact is bothering me.

I got my SAT scores back. I got a 750 on the reading and a 700 on the math, and a 700 on the writing or something, but apparently the writing is new so I don’t get a percentile for it. 98% nationally for reading, 93% for math. Yeah, I didn’t do as well as I should have on writing, though. The actual essay I made a seven on out of twelve. It’s because I didn’t finish (I hope), and the ending must have been abrupt without a conclusion. Blah. But they only give you 25 minutes for the essay, and I guess I’m just too wordy to survive on that. Anyway, that’s a 1450 right? I have no idea if that’s as good as I was hoping for. Bleargh.

Lmfao, I never said anything about Zach and Joe did I? I wrestled with Zach one time while I was there—the whole Smith clan was over, and Morgan tackled him first and asked me to help, and I was like… Thank you, Morgan! because… Aze will remember my notebook x_x; Anyway, other than that I just saw him one Sunday afternoon before church and then again after church Wednesday by pure coincidence. On Sunday I talked to him and put my cold hands on his neck. And I talked to Joe, who’s in college and working, and the swamp dog proceeded to sit in my lap during that conversation, which made for muddy jeans.

I’m so happy to see Aze again, but I wish she could move with me down to Florida. She could take all her friends. It’s better down there. And for the stoners in her group, well, Holmes County has one of the highest meth rates in the US… or something like that… so they’d be right at home XD

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