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Nov. 27th, 2003 01:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
htothehSo here I am, in beautiful Corolla, North Carolina. Dad said something about oughting to be a Toyota dealership here. I hit him.
Family is not as irritating as I thought they would be. Haven't needed the political arguments or support of homosexuality for entertainment. The cousin I was looking forward to seeing most isn't here, but it's kind of okay, because the cousin who was irritating last time isn't. I am sharing a room with four other people, but it's cool, 'cause I get a top bunk. The house is huge--a bedroom for my grandparents, one for each of the next generation (totalling four), one for the girls, and one for the boys, and possibly one past that. There's a bathroom off of each, and a couple of others besides. The kitchen is bloody huge, two of just about everything including refrigerators. The beach is literally two minutes away. There's a porch right off the living room (leather furniture, big screen TV) that has a gorgeous view of the ocean. In the words of my mother, "I could get used to this." The person I'm having most fun with, oddly enough, is my five-year-old second cousin, Rowen. He's absolutely adorable, and very smart, and we spent a while down at the beach this morning building sand castles and getting dirty. He beat me twice at Go Fish, but I whipped him at checkers. And I'm proud of this fact. Rather sad, really. I really wish I had a good friend here--found myself wishing yesterday that Chris and Dad would show up so that I would have Chris around to talk to. There's a pool table, though, and it's fun to play with that, even if I stink.
It occurs to me that we probably don't have sparkling cider of any sort. Wine, yes. Sparkly for me, not so much. Bother.
I really have nothing interesting to write about, except how much I really don't want to have to do homework. And also, that home movies from twelve years previous are embarassing.
Family is not as irritating as I thought they would be. Haven't needed the political arguments or support of homosexuality for entertainment. The cousin I was looking forward to seeing most isn't here, but it's kind of okay, because the cousin who was irritating last time isn't. I am sharing a room with four other people, but it's cool, 'cause I get a top bunk. The house is huge--a bedroom for my grandparents, one for each of the next generation (totalling four), one for the girls, and one for the boys, and possibly one past that. There's a bathroom off of each, and a couple of others besides. The kitchen is bloody huge, two of just about everything including refrigerators. The beach is literally two minutes away. There's a porch right off the living room (leather furniture, big screen TV) that has a gorgeous view of the ocean. In the words of my mother, "I could get used to this." The person I'm having most fun with, oddly enough, is my five-year-old second cousin, Rowen. He's absolutely adorable, and very smart, and we spent a while down at the beach this morning building sand castles and getting dirty. He beat me twice at Go Fish, but I whipped him at checkers. And I'm proud of this fact. Rather sad, really. I really wish I had a good friend here--found myself wishing yesterday that Chris and Dad would show up so that I would have Chris around to talk to. There's a pool table, though, and it's fun to play with that, even if I stink.
It occurs to me that we probably don't have sparkling cider of any sort. Wine, yes. Sparkly for me, not so much. Bother.
I really have nothing interesting to write about, except how much I really don't want to have to do homework. And also, that home movies from twelve years previous are embarassing.
