Mjarc
It's 8pm out here, and I'm sitting, for the third night in a row, in a quiet room with all of my siblings. We've collectively instigated a "No Television" rule while we're out here, the "we" being the siblings and not the parents -- they're twelve rooms down on their own. So, we're all reading, and I figure that I've got one solid day of free access, so I'd post. I'm going to try and instigate a "No Internet" rule on myself while I'm on Kauai, which will be hard. Levels of dorkacitate and nerdon have risen over the past six months. Time to see if I can force those levels down while I'm still young.
For those of you in Bloomington, you almost wouldn't recognize the front half of me. The back half, true to usual form, is still pale and gleaming, but the front! Oh the front half of me is red as a ripe tomato! Spent the better part of the morning on the porch and on the beach trying to catch the sun through scattered clouds. I kind of forgot to roll over, and suddenly, I have a half-tan. I knew I'd fry up, but the risks outweigh the safeties. I haven't had a tan since junior high. Ever since I started working, I've always had jobs that recquired late nights, and consequently, I've become somewhat of a vampire. Not anymore, dear friends. I am still, mark me, hellbent on getting browned up for the coming semester. Not to get chicks. Not to be more aesthetically appealing. More just to see if I can actually do it.
Tomorrow marks my first round of golf since the last time we were here. Its a far cry from the mountain the male half of the family drove up today. Only in Hawaii can you be at the summit of a nearly dormant volcano, in shorts, a tshirt, and not be cold. It was 10000 feet up, on January 4th. Our meters seem to have gone haywire.
Cheers.
It's 8pm out here, and I'm sitting, for the third night in a row, in a quiet room with all of my siblings. We've collectively instigated a "No Television" rule while we're out here, the "we" being the siblings and not the parents -- they're twelve rooms down on their own. So, we're all reading, and I figure that I've got one solid day of free access, so I'd post. I'm going to try and instigate a "No Internet" rule on myself while I'm on Kauai, which will be hard. Levels of dorkacitate and nerdon have risen over the past six months. Time to see if I can force those levels down while I'm still young.
For those of you in Bloomington, you almost wouldn't recognize the front half of me. The back half, true to usual form, is still pale and gleaming, but the front! Oh the front half of me is red as a ripe tomato! Spent the better part of the morning on the porch and on the beach trying to catch the sun through scattered clouds. I kind of forgot to roll over, and suddenly, I have a half-tan. I knew I'd fry up, but the risks outweigh the safeties. I haven't had a tan since junior high. Ever since I started working, I've always had jobs that recquired late nights, and consequently, I've become somewhat of a vampire. Not anymore, dear friends. I am still, mark me, hellbent on getting browned up for the coming semester. Not to get chicks. Not to be more aesthetically appealing. More just to see if I can actually do it.
Tomorrow marks my first round of golf since the last time we were here. Its a far cry from the mountain the male half of the family drove up today. Only in Hawaii can you be at the summit of a nearly dormant volcano, in shorts, a tshirt, and not be cold. It was 10000 feet up, on January 4th. Our meters seem to have gone haywire.
Cheers.
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