the exfoliating benefits of sand...

The beach. Possibly my favoritest spot in the entire world. Mom and the lil sissies and I went to the beach this afternoon/evening, and six hours later the feeling is beginning to return to my extremities. So yeah, the water was cold. But it was completely awesome fun, exploring the water and the rocks and the dips (Shelby and I managed to experience these dips, or "gaping chasms," as she likes to call them, first hand...). Shelby and I also waged war with the wind...we spent at least two hours attempting to fly a kite, and about 20 minutes actually flying it. It was an experience. A wet, cold, frustrating, tiring experience, but somehow it was still fun.

I've laughed more in the past couple of days than I think I have in MONTHS. My lil sisters are good for me, I think. I've also slept more in the past two days than I have in the past week. Combined. Pretty amazing. I think I should live my life on vacation. It suits me. ;)

i am a gypsy, I have no home...

So I just realized I am living in three different places at once. I'm spending this summer at my older sister Heather's house (since the total cost of rent is mowing her lawn and doing the occasional dishes, among other perks!). I am also living at Eastern Michigan University...I count myself as there because my favorite magnet is still hanging on the metal rod on the wall in my dorm room, and that magnet is what I use to designate my living space. (Hey, for some people it's a picture, or a pet...my thing happens to be a black and white magnet with an inspirational saying on it. Sue me.) For the next month, however, I'm in Vancouver, Washington, visiting my parents and younger sisters at their new house on the edge of the planet. Seriously, I just found out it's going to cost fourteen dollars to ship something here. It's like we're in Timbuktu or something.


So this was my view for six hours yesterday as I flew over here. I suppose the view could've been much worse...I keep hearing rumors of planes inexplicably crashing...so, you know, MUCH worse...

Megs and Shelby and I are conning Mom into taking us to the beach tomorrow afternoon, and I'm actually more psyched about that than I think I've been about anything else all summer. I've really missed truly relaxing...I'm grateful I'll get to do some of that before the grind of my last semester begins in September...

So this guy in Joanne Fabrics was totally staring at me this afternoon, and it made me surreptitiously check my fly and the seat of my pants for any major gaps, rips or spots. In hindsight, I've decided what I should have done was stare at this guy right back for BEING in Joanne Fabrics in the FIRST PLACE!! I mean, a DUDE, with man parts and everything, in a JOANNE FABRICS?!?! Seriously, who's REALLY the freak here, man?!?!?!?!

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