THURSDAY 17/04/2008
Yesterday I spent what felt like (and most probably was) eight hours of my life in an indecisively-temperatured hell that is an airbus jet. I can deal with the absence of leg space, the food that posesses both the texture and appearance of dry cardboard and even (albeit begrudgingly) the painfully patronising and sickeningly smiley flight attendants. But when the obscenely obese (ginger) Irishman sitting on my right attempted to launch all 400lbs of himself past me, my mood worsened considerably.
We arrived yesterday afternoon at my grandmother's apartment in Detroit, and after much procrastination (e.g. showering, eating dinner, brushing teeth) the four of us finally separated to our separate sleeping quarters (me on my grandmother's couch, my dad and his girlfriend at our cousin Ann's house) and fell in to a deep, jet-lagged sleep.
This morning was uneventful- most of it was spent studying for the SAT exams I sit in early May this year. These tests are essentially unimportant (antithesis!) for the students, but when it comes to test scores I tend to get subtly competetive.
Point of Irrelevancy: I just squished an ant with my shoe and am now watching it squirm desperately (quite impressive on white vinyl) in front of me. Yes, I know it's completely cruel and unnecessary, but I do often get these morbid urges every once in a while. Like when I was at N.V.'s house, playing Guitar Hero III (total awesomness on Black Sabbath songs) and I saw a white horse (yeah, I know they're called greys, but hello? they're WHITE!) trotting pretentiously down the street outside, and I mentioned casually that I really wanted to shoot the horse in the chest, just to see how the red would look on the white. I think N.V. was startled to say the least.
Anyway.
This afternoon, at around 12:30pm, my dad and his "emotional partner" (this is basically old people speak for girlfriend), Siobhan Fenn arrived at my grandmother's apartment from a hike they had been on earlier that morning. The four of us (Siobhan, my dad, my grandmother Edith and I) went out to Twelve Oaks Mall to take advantage of the local exchange rate and and do some good old shopping. I went into around a dozen stores (yes- stores, NOT shops), but nothing seemed to fit. Everything was either an inch too big or an inch too small. I never knew my body was such a peculiar shape!
And then I saw them. The Most Awesomest Pair of Shoes in the Bloody Universe! And they weren't crappy Camden Lock mock-ups either. They were real Converse high-tops basketball shoes. They weren't terribly expensive; about as much as anyone would spend on a birthday present (which was what they were, from my grandmother). They were beautiful- and red (oh Jesus- I'm turning into Ellie), which is a perfectly conspicuous colour and absolutely perfect for a pair of basketball shoes. Much to my excitement, they fit me, and in five minutes The Most Awsomest Pair of Shoes in the Bloody Universe were mine.
OK. So then, because it was ridiculously hot today (in Michigan- shocker), I bought a "lemon-berry blast" smoothie from the mall's food court. It was the best smoothie I have ever tasted.
Tomorrow we are going to drive to Ann Arbour where my cousin Vashty lives, and then drive (with her) to Ohio, where the rest of Vashty's family resides. I will post more after Yom Tov (if you're Jewish, you'll get it- if you're not, oh well).
Have a Funderful Pesach,
Katie J.
P.S. Leo- I didn't do the French work because I forgot to ask, but I got a B+ in the oral, so thank you anyway :8 AWOB
Yesterday I spent what felt like (and most probably was) eight hours of my life in an indecisively-temperatured hell that is an airbus jet. I can deal with the absence of leg space, the food that posesses both the texture and appearance of dry cardboard and even (albeit begrudgingly) the painfully patronising and sickeningly smiley flight attendants. But when the obscenely obese (ginger) Irishman sitting on my right attempted to launch all 400lbs of himself past me, my mood worsened considerably.
We arrived yesterday afternoon at my grandmother's apartment in Detroit, and after much procrastination (e.g. showering, eating dinner, brushing teeth) the four of us finally separated to our separate sleeping quarters (me on my grandmother's couch, my dad and his girlfriend at our cousin Ann's house) and fell in to a deep, jet-lagged sleep.
This morning was uneventful- most of it was spent studying for the SAT exams I sit in early May this year. These tests are essentially unimportant (antithesis!) for the students, but when it comes to test scores I tend to get subtly competetive.
Point of Irrelevancy: I just squished an ant with my shoe and am now watching it squirm desperately (quite impressive on white vinyl) in front of me. Yes, I know it's completely cruel and unnecessary, but I do often get these morbid urges every once in a while. Like when I was at N.V.'s house, playing Guitar Hero III (total awesomness on Black Sabbath songs) and I saw a white horse (yeah, I know they're called greys, but hello? they're WHITE!) trotting pretentiously down the street outside, and I mentioned casually that I really wanted to shoot the horse in the chest, just to see how the red would look on the white. I think N.V. was startled to say the least.
Anyway.
This afternoon, at around 12:30pm, my dad and his "emotional partner" (this is basically old people speak for girlfriend), Siobhan Fenn arrived at my grandmother's apartment from a hike they had been on earlier that morning. The four of us (Siobhan, my dad, my grandmother Edith and I) went out to Twelve Oaks Mall to take advantage of the local exchange rate and and do some good old shopping. I went into around a dozen stores (yes- stores, NOT shops), but nothing seemed to fit. Everything was either an inch too big or an inch too small. I never knew my body was such a peculiar shape!
And then I saw them. The Most Awesomest Pair of Shoes in the Bloody Universe! And they weren't crappy Camden Lock mock-ups either. They were real Converse high-tops basketball shoes. They weren't terribly expensive; about as much as anyone would spend on a birthday present (which was what they were, from my grandmother). They were beautiful- and red (oh Jesus- I'm turning into Ellie), which is a perfectly conspicuous colour and absolutely perfect for a pair of basketball shoes. Much to my excitement, they fit me, and in five minutes The Most Awsomest Pair of Shoes in the Bloody Universe were mine.
OK. So then, because it was ridiculously hot today (in Michigan- shocker), I bought a "lemon-berry blast" smoothie from the mall's food court. It was the best smoothie I have ever tasted.
Tomorrow we are going to drive to Ann Arbour where my cousin Vashty lives, and then drive (with her) to Ohio, where the rest of Vashty's family resides. I will post more after Yom Tov (if you're Jewish, you'll get it- if you're not, oh well).
Have a Funderful Pesach,
Katie J.
P.S. Leo- I didn't do the French work because I forgot to ask, but I got a B+ in the oral, so thank you anyway :8 AWOB
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