Welcome to Gaia! :: View User's Journal | Gaia Journals

So, if you'll look at my last journal you'll notice it says "on the road, DAY ONE" so, that kind of implies that there was going to be more days you know? But combining me, being the failure that i am, and the internet, being the EPIC failure that it was wasn't such a great combination. Therefor, there was no day two, and it did not go all through the seven days that i was on vacation for. But i suppose i can tell you a few of the highlights of the trip. Now, the whole point of going to yellowstone was to admire the gysers. You know, i've got no idea at all how to spell it so you can just count how many times i mess it up. Anyways, the gysers and all that jazz wasn't that spectacular to me. Neither was the great outdoors-y feel. I honestly do not see how people can see beauty in that. If anyone has a clue on what everyone's talking about when they see a bunch of flat land with grass on it and trees and the say that it is the most beautiful thing they've ever seen...well, let me know. Because apparently i'm immune to this sort of beauty. So obviously none of that was an appeal to me. Some nifty things that did happen was: I saw a llama. I saw a BUNCH of llamas. I even took a picture of one, a crappy picture, but a picture nontheless. Also, they had an indoor pool at our camp place. Which was lovely. I took my little brother down there and there was a few hours when there was just me, him, and this other dude with his little sister. so we all played volleyball in the pool, and it was a great game. hmm.. Other fantastic things about the campground. they had a swingset (turns out its the same swingset that was there back when my parents met..dad kept making little hints like 'hey you going to go minigolfing today? My jobs just to sit around the campground') and i went on the swings a lot. Our last night there i went on those swings for about an hour, and the park was filled with little children. It was kind of funny, because they'd walk past me, stare for awhile, like "what is wrong with that singing girl?" then move on. there was some little kid who sat down on the swing next to me, took out his ipod, and then he started singing to his songs too. Ohh, and then there's Fedora Guy (add him to the list of nicknamed ones!) Fedora guy was sitting at the picnic table with his dad, i assume. And then i kinda noticed he was staring at me in that weird, "what's wrong with the singing girl?" way. so i looked away for awhile and kept on singing. I guess his younger sibling (you know, i never did look back over to find out if the sibling was a boy or a girl..) was swinging next to me. And then his dad came over to push sibling on the swings, and fedora guy came over too. Normally, whenever someone who's either my age or older comes closer to me while i'm singing i shut up really quick. Don't know why. I've got no problem with singing at school in front of people. Just when i'm on the swings. anyways, this time i decided Ah, heck, i'm not going to let them ruin my fun singing time. Besides fedora guy keeps staring, so lets give him something real to stare about. So i chose a bunch of sad 'DEEEAATH" kind of songs and sung those. But i didn't once look over at fedora guy. Ooh wait, there was one time. i saw him walk down the road. and i didn't see him again for like ten minutes and i thought, huh that's strange. i wonder if his dad's still pushing that kid. so i glanced over my shoulder and BAM fedora guy was standing there staring at me again and i'm just thinking HOLY GOODNESS he's just like Psychic Guy popping out of nowhere! but then i made it a point to ignore him again, because his staring was a little creepy. Anyhoo, after awhile fedora guy left with his family and i thought, oh i should probably head back too. So i go back to the camper, which only had my older brother robbie in it, because my little brother and my dad went fishing and of course mom never came along anyways. So i go in the camper and i'm like "Dance party!" and blast some Mika and go all crazy and try to convince robbie that yes, he should go to the pool with me. And he says that no, he wont. so i put on my swim suit and go down to the pool, but it's filled with like fifty kids and i just smashed my toe on the ledge by the door, and i'm pretty sure they aren't a fan of blood in their pool so i decide to heck with it and i leave. Wowzas. Run on sentence. For shame. anyhoo, i go back to camp and say Okay, better idea, Robbie. Let's go to the park. and he says Why? and i say Because it's getting darn and i've always wanted to go to a park at night! and you can, um, write there? good writing atmosphere, you know? and then he agrees and we go, but not before leaving a note on the table should dad get back before us, which we're hoping not because we doubt he'd be too overjoyed with us going out to the park at night, but then again maybe he wouldn't mind. So we get to the park, and the swings are full, and this big wooden structure dealio where i told robbie would be the best place for writing is full of kids, i swear, where do all these kids come from?! Anyways, the picnic table is full also. And guess who it's full of? Fedora guy! Now of course, we just had a failure of a dance party a few minutes ago and it's starting to get late, so i'm getting in one of my weird moods, you know? So robbie's like, Well, this doesn't look that great. and i'm like No! noo! it's fantastic, it has that atmosphere, just smell the AIR! And look at all the writing promise it has! after all, all you need to write is a flat surface, right? Look at this. LOOK. AT. IT. You see this failure of a golfcourse? THIS could be the PERFECT writing place! look at that cement, doesn't it just look INVITING? and robbie laughs at me and says, no not really. Then i look over at fedora man and now he's REALLY staring and i'm just about to crack up but i don't. So we're standing around and i'm blabbing about what a lovely park this is and robbie says that No, there's nothing useful about this park. and i say Oh, but we're here AT NIGHT. and that is our reason to be here. because at home we would not be able to go out to a park at night. then i notice that fedora guy and his family are leaving, and i'm like ROBBIE, i've got an idea! and he says What. And i say WE are going to jack that table! And he's like..umm. we're jacking a table? and i'm like YESS. no one's there to take it, so we can claim it! it's just like Jacky faber does, only she steals ships, not tables, and sure it's not quite as glamorous but it's still great! so we jack the table and i'm sitting there thinking..well what are we going to do now? all my fun is gone. and robbie's like, Hey, isn't that dad's car? and I go WHAT? Oh *blaahh* come on! we gotta get back before they do! so i stand up very abruptly look down and notice that one of the earphones that were hanging out of my pocket must've gotten stuck in the bench, and now it's ripped apart with it's cords all exposed and then let loose another curse and i'm You are kidding me, Seriously? WHAT? and i pull on the earphone but it's stuck, gosh darn it, and there's no way it's coming out. besides, what would i want with it now? so i ditch it and (hahaaa, oh memories, 'ditching is bad!') we rush back to the camper, but not before getting lost first, and we get there just when they pull up and we're like "oooh, heeey. yeah it was starting to get dark so we were thinking we should probably get back. yeaahh.." so dad unlocks the door and we're in the camper and i'm sitting at the table across from robbie and i'm pointing to the note and pointing at the trashcan and hinting that he should throw it away and he looks at me all innocent like "what?" and so i grab it myself, crumple it and throw it at him and then he throws it away and we sit there innocently. Ta-da. End of story. lol, jeez louizus that was terribly long. Hopefully it was sort of entertaining, because apparently people are starting to read my journals again and i'd hate to dissapoint. I'm up to 12 readers now. Woo. i used to have like twenty something, but i guess they gave up on me. by the way, if you're one of the 12 readers and you happen to read this then leave a comment, because that would be just dandy. ^^
~krissy..or is it Jacky now? it's starting to look like it, if i do say so myself.