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Well, I'm back!
I've decided I'm not going to go back and read the 3 days worth of journals of the 100+ people on my friends list.
So, here's my polite request... if anything terribly interesting happened to you over the weekend, or you updated your fanfic or a fan video, or or you have the absolute wonderful rec' of something you think every fan should see, or if you are sobbing your eyes out and want a three-day-late hug for your tragedy, or if you had a poll or good quiz up, tell me here, and I'll check it out happily.
The trip:
Had a good time. Started out in Alameda, sailed/motored 35 miles (4-5 hours) up to Benicia, stayed at the guest dock there and had dinner with a group of new people. It's a new club for Catalina boat-owners that my parents are flirtng with. They were nice, but new, and frankly untinteresting to me. Not a hot shirtless twenty-year-old to be found among them.
One guy did this thing that I always hate about people my parents' age-- and everyone older than 30 here listen up-- all the people on the outing were sharing stuff for a group potluck breakfast, and I got up and out of the boat to eat at the same time as my parents and where everyone else was just starting to, and this one guy said "Oh, look, and Sara got up too!" It took all I had not to glare at him darkly. I mean, what the hell? I met this guy last night, have limited conversation with him, barely remember his name, and he thinks because he's 45+ and I'm a mere 19-year-old teenager that he automatically knows anything about my sleeping habbits? God, that bothers me. Older people trying to reach out to younger people by making disparaging teasing based on the assumptions and stereotypes of teenagers. Why the hell don't they just try and have a normal conversation? Like, about music or cars or books or politics or BOATS or pets or philosophy or the superiority of the color red? Because ribbing me about what he thinks my sleeping habbits are just because of my age is really going to make me think that something worth listening to will be coming out of his mouth any time soon.
Anyway, rant over. Had a good time. There was bridge that we passed under in the north bay before reaching Benicia that was under construction-- super cool. It was a suspension bridge, and you could see where huge chunks simply missing, like someone had take an big knife and sliced right through the bridge. Nearby there were tankers carrying bridge sections, we assumed to eventually be used to fill the missing gaps. It was neat especially because they were building it right next to another brdige, and as you went under and past both bridges, the optical illusion formed made it appear as if the cars on the old bridge were driving right over the gaps in the new bridge, cruising across the empty space on air & sunshine alone.
I've decided I'm not going to go back and read the 3 days worth of journals of the 100+ people on my friends list.
So, here's my polite request... if anything terribly interesting happened to you over the weekend, or you updated your fanfic or a fan video, or or you have the absolute wonderful rec' of something you think every fan should see, or if you are sobbing your eyes out and want a three-day-late hug for your tragedy, or if you had a poll or good quiz up, tell me here, and I'll check it out happily.
The trip:
Had a good time. Started out in Alameda, sailed/motored 35 miles (4-5 hours) up to Benicia, stayed at the guest dock there and had dinner with a group of new people. It's a new club for Catalina boat-owners that my parents are flirtng with. They were nice, but new, and frankly untinteresting to me. Not a hot shirtless twenty-year-old to be found among them.
One guy did this thing that I always hate about people my parents' age-- and everyone older than 30 here listen up-- all the people on the outing were sharing stuff for a group potluck breakfast, and I got up and out of the boat to eat at the same time as my parents and where everyone else was just starting to, and this one guy said "Oh, look, and Sara got up too!" It took all I had not to glare at him darkly. I mean, what the hell? I met this guy last night, have limited conversation with him, barely remember his name, and he thinks because he's 45+ and I'm a mere 19-year-old teenager that he automatically knows anything about my sleeping habbits? God, that bothers me. Older people trying to reach out to younger people by making disparaging teasing based on the assumptions and stereotypes of teenagers. Why the hell don't they just try and have a normal conversation? Like, about music or cars or books or politics or BOATS or pets or philosophy or the superiority of the color red? Because ribbing me about what he thinks my sleeping habbits are just because of my age is really going to make me think that something worth listening to will be coming out of his mouth any time soon.
Anyway, rant over. Had a good time. There was bridge that we passed under in the north bay before reaching Benicia that was under construction-- super cool. It was a suspension bridge, and you could see where huge chunks simply missing, like someone had take an big knife and sliced right through the bridge. Nearby there were tankers carrying bridge sections, we assumed to eventually be used to fill the missing gaps. It was neat especially because they were building it right next to another brdige, and as you went under and past both bridges, the optical illusion formed made it appear as if the cars on the old bridge were driving right over the gaps in the new bridge, cruising across the empty space on air & sunshine alone.
