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Nov. 24th, 2007 06:14 amWhen I got up this morning, it was barely 50 degrees in the house. No wonder I managed to make myself fall asleep for another good 3 hours before getting up.
Hiking and such was fun, though I ended up having to sleep on the couch, and 5 feet of couch is insufficient for 5 feet 6.5 of Alexandria. Especially because I had taken off the cushions because it was a pullout bed, but then decided not to use the bed (I wasn't sure of its cleanliness), so I just had the little plasticky canvas frame bit and the big metal bar at one end, preventing much curling up.
I found a few sparkly rocks, which I'm a sucker for because they are the pretty. And realized that I am lolparanoid when it comes to other people getting near the edge of cliff type things, but not so much with me. And I know I wouldn't be scared if they had harnesses or whatever, but I was def. holding on to my sister's legs when she decided that she had to sit on top of the rock wall of the overlook building.
Oh and plus. Alexandria's rule to live by. If you are filling up your car with gasoline and the gas spills out a bit (it was actually hilarious that it happened, because I had spent the last 5 minutes trying to convince my mom to fill up the tank for me because I am always afraid that it would do so, though it never had for me before), run away. Far away. Like to the opposite side of the gas station. THIS IS TERRIFYING STUFF, PEOPLE. IT EXPLODES, IF YOU'RE NOT CAREFUL.
This made me wonder if I was being all hormone!terrified of everything, because usually I'm not this much of a scaredy cat. Though I always hate getting gasoline. If I could be guaranteed that I'd die right away if it exploded, that'd be something else, but I don't want to be in the hospital, covered with burns for weeks while waiting for my immune system to fail. Same with falling off cliffs. If it was just a straight cliff, it'd be different, but it was more of a hill with lots of trees. Dying? Not fun, but at least you're not impaled on one of said trees, stuck waiting for the medevac helicopter to fly the 30 minutes out to you.
But yes. I got home at 6pm or so last night, and then just went to sleep, because between school woes and the Sunday Chicago bus escapade (which I've yet to detail, so look for that to be backdated to Monday or so in the near future), my sleep has been difficultslashlacking. Woke up around 1am, decided that it was not worth getting up, and finally dragged my butt out of bed around 4.
This is my story.
Hiking and such was fun, though I ended up having to sleep on the couch, and 5 feet of couch is insufficient for 5 feet 6.5 of Alexandria. Especially because I had taken off the cushions because it was a pullout bed, but then decided not to use the bed (I wasn't sure of its cleanliness), so I just had the little plasticky canvas frame bit and the big metal bar at one end, preventing much curling up.
I found a few sparkly rocks, which I'm a sucker for because they are the pretty. And realized that I am lolparanoid when it comes to other people getting near the edge of cliff type things, but not so much with me. And I know I wouldn't be scared if they had harnesses or whatever, but I was def. holding on to my sister's legs when she decided that she had to sit on top of the rock wall of the overlook building.
Oh and plus. Alexandria's rule to live by. If you are filling up your car with gasoline and the gas spills out a bit (it was actually hilarious that it happened, because I had spent the last 5 minutes trying to convince my mom to fill up the tank for me because I am always afraid that it would do so, though it never had for me before), run away. Far away. Like to the opposite side of the gas station. THIS IS TERRIFYING STUFF, PEOPLE. IT EXPLODES, IF YOU'RE NOT CAREFUL.
This made me wonder if I was being all hormone!terrified of everything, because usually I'm not this much of a scaredy cat. Though I always hate getting gasoline. If I could be guaranteed that I'd die right away if it exploded, that'd be something else, but I don't want to be in the hospital, covered with burns for weeks while waiting for my immune system to fail. Same with falling off cliffs. If it was just a straight cliff, it'd be different, but it was more of a hill with lots of trees. Dying? Not fun, but at least you're not impaled on one of said trees, stuck waiting for the medevac helicopter to fly the 30 minutes out to you.
But yes. I got home at 6pm or so last night, and then just went to sleep, because between school woes and the Sunday Chicago bus escapade (which I've yet to detail, so look for that to be backdated to Monday or so in the near future), my sleep has been difficultslashlacking. Woke up around 1am, decided that it was not worth getting up, and finally dragged my butt out of bed around 4.
This is my story.