Hello, world. Aloha’s World. The world of chocolate milk, llamas, and doom. …. That’s pretty much the underlying theme of this blog.
Food for thought. Maybe. Still, nothing beats a good veggie burger.
Ahh. My stomach just growled. The only things I’ve eaten today were some Cocoa Puffs in the car (which my brother stole half of, the chocolate demon), a few Fizzy Skittles (leave a weird taste in your mouth, trust me), and some black-cherry cream soda from a convenience store halfway between home and here.
Where’s here? Well, I can’t really say, but it’s one of my grandparent’s houses. I haven ‘t been here in two years. It still smells the same. Can’t really describe it; it’s just one of those places that you can identify immediately by a smell that you’ll never forget. Bet when I’m sixty (granting the assassins fail every single night from now ‘till then), I’ll walk into some candle store and smell this smell, and exclaim, “Grandma’s house!”
Although I think when I’m sixty, I’ll be some total NSA undercover chick who was probably breaking and entering aforementioned candle store to plant a Daisy Cutter. Just sayin’.
(A Daisy Cutter is a nuke. Don’t ask me how I know. Probably been talking to TBStorycrafter and reading too much Alex Rider.)
*scoff* As if there’s such a thing as too much Alex Rider. But I’m rereading deep into the first Artemis Fowl. What is this, my third, fourth time through? It’s been almost a year, though. Long story.
So, you’re probably reading this at LEAST an hour after I wrote it. Right now I don’t have internet access, so I’m just typing all this into a Word document. I’ll upload it as soon as Mom will let me use her phone’s Hotspot. May be a while.
I’m sleepy. Might take another nap. Went to bed at one last night and woke up at six, to ride my bike the four miles to the barn, then ride Aloha, then ride meh bike back. Then I threw the laptop and some clothes in a backpack and off we go, to grandma’s house. Literally.
Soooo…. I’m really wishing I had internet right now. My novel’s kinda stuck, and I bet I’m missing some major RP-age. Not that it REALLY matters.
I read a book yesterday, Do Hard Things by Alex and Brett Harris, and let’s just say it changed my perspective on being a teenager completely. Expect to see some change in my life. I hope it’s even substantial enough for people I don’t even KNOW to notice 😉
Yeah. And, uh, um…. Have a great Labor Day weekend, all! Last night I was trying to figure out what Labor Day was celebrating… I was praying for the whole family, and was giving thanks for the 3-day weekend, so I said, “Uh, and thanks, God, for all those who…” Trying to remember what the holiday was actually for. I ended in a weak, “for all those who give labor,” which made my whole family crack up, me included. For about ten minutes, we just cackled, it was one of those things where it’s really late at night and one funny thing sets everybody off, then you just can’t stop.
Eventually we managed to calm down and I finished the prayer with a shred of dignity. Sort-of.
I still don’t know what Labor Day celebrates, and I don’t have trusty Google or Wikipedia at my aid. So if one of y’all figures it out or has the powah of Google, let me know. I’d be interested to find out what gave Mrs. Llama the means to provide a full 3-day parole from the penitentiary of DOOM.
Well, I’m gonna go get some foodstuffs (even supreme dooming rulers need their emergency rations, not to mention starved teenagers), so I’m gonna head out. Try to sneak back in with a veggie burger and some WiFi. We’ll see.