I've been posting some of my writing, even some of my more poetic diaryland entries up at deviantART, in case any of you are curious. Keep in mind that I don't reveal as much over there as I do here because there are a lot of my school friends who visit that page. I'm posting the link because, if anything, you guys understand better than anyone what those poems and writings mean. Tell me what you think.
Click here to go to my page at DA.
So we got in the car and we drove. and drove. and drove.
And, for chrissakes, we drove some more.
Thankfully, my mom's car is equipped with one of those nifty DVD player things, so that passed the time nicely.
Personally, I didn't really know where we were going, but I knew there would be a beach and that's all I really wanted to know. And so we started approaching our "destination", and I kept seeing signs for Long Island.
Long Island? I would've known if we were going to Long Island. Oh well, I guess I'm just out of the family information loop. And then we started looking for the number on the street. What does that house say? 65? Yeah, we're looking for 12309.
This can't be good.
We stop and ask a local and my mom whips out the nifty little map she printed from mapquest and shows it to the guy to try and figure out where to go.
The guy stares at the map in confusion for a little while and then he chuckles.
"See folks, you are at Long Island Beach, New York."
My mom gives him the "Yeeeeeess?" look.
"This map is to Long Beach Island, New Jersey."
FUCKING NEW JERSEY?
And how far is this Island of Long Beach?
Oh, a mere 3 and a half hours, if traffic is good.
Ah fuckity. Something HAD to go wrong.
So basically we drove and drove. and drove. And we finally got there. I spent the week tanning (burning) and shopping (and getting lost) and eating ice cream (and crying)
Oh god I missed the boy. I still miss him. There's still a whole month until I see him, and already I wish he were right here.
I want to talk to him about something ...
More updates tomorrow. Now is sleepytime.
