![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elenbarathiWent up to St. Cloud for Easter...actually did something worthwhile up there and revised about four paragraphs of my shitty values paper. There were so many jellybeans up there. I didn't have as many as my little cousins (think six-ish?) who were honestly on a sugar high from the time I got there to the time I left (2 to 7).
We had an Easter egg hunt, except it really wasn't much of a hunt since there was no place in the front yard to actually hide the eggs. There was lawn and a few bushes. So Maureen (H), Sarah (her sister), and I just kind of put a lot of them on the lawn or by the trees or "in" the bushes. Some of the eggs (plastic, not hardboiled) broke when we put them down and spilled M&Ms all over. If we'd been able to use the backyard it would have been better.
It took one and a half hours to get up, though only an hour and fifteen minutes to get back down. So it's true that it takes longer to go somewhere than to come back. Although the adage "Time flies when you're having fun" doesn't really apply here, since I actually had something to listen to and something to read when we went up, but not when we came back down, since I had a headache and my dad kept turning the radio on and off. Talk radio, mind you, so there was nothing good on the radio even when it was on, and the high-pitched beeping noises were just irritating.
Also (and believe me, this is entirely OT even though the format might be the same as I am ranting a bit here) I scraped my knee up Saturday while playing badminton with my brother on the driveway and diving to get a birdie that was probably out of our chalk-marked court anyway. I was wearing jeans so it wasn't as bad as it could have been, though now there's a hole in the knee (obviously). The scab is all yellowish now and it's a bit worrisome, because even though I'm pretty sure that scabs in the early stages of development are supposed to look like that I can't help but wonder if it's infected or something or if I'm just worrying too much. It's almost certainly the latter case and I should probably just shut up and stop trying to make you pity me. If that's what I'm doing. I don't know. I said this was going to be something of a rant, didn't I? Oh well.
For some reason I desperately want to watch The Matrix right now. Except I can't because a) we don't have the DVD (or movie, though we'd have to watch the movie with the VCR downstairs, and I hate watching TV downstairs); b) there are no video/DVD rental places within about two miles of here; c) we don't have one of those rental service-type things, and d) we can't actually go to a rental place since neither of my parents are home, my bike's broken, my sister would try to kill me or at least deafen me with her screaming if I took hers, and all the other ones are too big or too small. And it's two miles away. So no DVDs. Gah.
And my headache is back from yesterday. Why is that?
We had an Easter egg hunt, except it really wasn't much of a hunt since there was no place in the front yard to actually hide the eggs. There was lawn and a few bushes. So Maureen (H), Sarah (her sister), and I just kind of put a lot of them on the lawn or by the trees or "in" the bushes. Some of the eggs (plastic, not hardboiled) broke when we put them down and spilled M&Ms all over. If we'd been able to use the backyard it would have been better.
It took one and a half hours to get up, though only an hour and fifteen minutes to get back down. So it's true that it takes longer to go somewhere than to come back. Although the adage "Time flies when you're having fun" doesn't really apply here, since I actually had something to listen to and something to read when we went up, but not when we came back down, since I had a headache and my dad kept turning the radio on and off. Talk radio, mind you, so there was nothing good on the radio even when it was on, and the high-pitched beeping noises were just irritating.
Also (and believe me, this is entirely OT even though the format might be the same as I am ranting a bit here) I scraped my knee up Saturday while playing badminton with my brother on the driveway and diving to get a birdie that was probably out of our chalk-marked court anyway. I was wearing jeans so it wasn't as bad as it could have been, though now there's a hole in the knee (obviously). The scab is all yellowish now and it's a bit worrisome, because even though I'm pretty sure that scabs in the early stages of development are supposed to look like that I can't help but wonder if it's infected or something or if I'm just worrying too much. It's almost certainly the latter case and I should probably just shut up and stop trying to make you pity me. If that's what I'm doing. I don't know. I said this was going to be something of a rant, didn't I? Oh well.
For some reason I desperately want to watch The Matrix right now. Except I can't because a) we don't have the DVD (or movie, though we'd have to watch the movie with the VCR downstairs, and I hate watching TV downstairs); b) there are no video/DVD rental places within about two miles of here; c) we don't have one of those rental service-type things, and d) we can't actually go to a rental place since neither of my parents are home, my bike's broken, my sister would try to kill me or at least deafen me with her screaming if I took hers, and all the other ones are too big or too small. And it's two miles away. So no DVDs. Gah.
And my headache is back from yesterday. Why is that?
