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19 June 2008 @ 12:30 pm
Hot Damn!  
Today follows a tradition of very odd days, of which there is usually one each summer, upon which it is seventy degrees inside my house, and I am utterly regardless totally freezing for a few hours.  I am a strange individual, I will be the first to admit.

I'm not entirely sure what to think about the trip to Tennessee-that-no-longer-is now... My brother and I were going to head out for a week in July, and I was going to miss Eoin Colfer's tour coming local, but it would all be for nobility and virtue and familial obligation, because my grandpa is very sick and probably won't be around all that much longer.  (This was a bitch and a half to find out a bit over a month ago, as it all came quite wretchedly together after I'd been up 'til four working on papers, while I was in my dorm trying not to annoy my roommate too much with the phone tag I was playing, liberally utilizing "Welcome to the Black Parade" to maintain my sanity, all the while packing to head to eltea's immediately after class.  Then the bus was MIA, I hopped onto another one, nearly missed my train, and... You get the idea.  In any case...)  Now, apparently, it turns out that our trip would be right during one of my grandfather's chemotherapy sessions, only now my dad's equivocating like, "Well, let's see how he feels after his first one, which will be soon," just hours after the definitive "The trip is canceled; just see him at your cousin's wedding in September."  And it's... tricky..., because I don't want to deal with the hassle of flight schedules and layovers and airport hopping and luggage checking and God knows what else -- didn't ever, don't ever. I hate that stuff.  And planes, while tolerable, are certainly not the most amenable form of transportation I can think of.  Then there would have been six days in the heat and humidity of Tennessee in July, with very little to do other than attempt to relate to my grandparents, who, all humorous pretentiousness aside, wouldn't understand my writing and therein most of my life.  And I feel guilty for not having to deal with all the brouhaha that trip would entail, though I know it's reasonable for me to be glad to have evaded a great deal of trouble.  Eh.

In other news, I get to see The Tempest tomorrow night.  I am unreasonably excited. :D

Saturday morning, we're starting our road trip up to Canada.  I have not yet been informed whether or not I will be permitted to bring my computer, though I will argue heartily in its favor.  In the event that I can tote my baby with me, I don't actually know how much I'll be online... Theoretically, enough to check my friends list and whatnot, but what with those sketchy hotel internet connections and all that Family Time crap... LAME! XD  Really, though, I'll need my baby.  I can't write without it.  Okay, I can write perfectly well without it, but the convenience factor is entirely lost.  Which is uncool to the max.  Word up.

...I have crossed lines that cannot be uncrossed, and it chafes against my perception of myself as a human being.
Tags: ,
Stationed: COUCH-LAND
Feeling: guiltyguilty
On the Radio: Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge
Marmmarmaladefever on June 20th, 2008 05:37 am (UTC)
Have fun in Canada! I'll miss you! Watch out for good gas prices!
Vitamin Ctierfal on June 20th, 2008 06:20 am (UTC)
I will do my absolute best. :D And I'll miss you guys, too, a great deal! I get the feeling I'll be sneaking my computer along and popping in here and there. ;)