I have become the master of the Jersey Slide. It's not really a surprising thing considering who taught me to drive. (Who drives their daughter into a ditch and then expects her to learn to drive stick that way?) But it's a great feeling when you're better at driving around New Jersey than the people that live there. It's a big "Fuck You" to all of the tourists that dive around Vermont all day looking at nothing.
The beach was great. It was just me and a couple of fishermen out on the far end of the park. And by fishermen, I mean two guys and their truck with five or six poles stuck in the sand while they ate out of their trunk. I was there for about three and a half hours, just in the sun reading. There was a breeze so the waves were big and the tide was low so everything looked extra big and foamy when the water came crashing down on the shore. The breeze also kept me cool. When I sit in the sun I tend to get really hot really quickly and then I sweat and get miserable. I was also alone which was a plus. When I'm with Lance, who is an intense beach goer, we usually fight about something and I want to drown him in the surf and when I'm with my mom, who thinks she is an intense beach goer, she's usually telling me something about the water for the thousandth time or talking on her phone and I want to drown her in the surf. It was nice just being by myself and not having to worry about anyone. I just wish the water still wasn't freezing, it would have been nice to get a little wet.
I ended up staying the night on Wednesday at my Uncle Greg's house. I wasn't sure if I would, but spending the day in the sun wore me out, plus I really love my Uncle Greg and it had been a whole year since I had seen him. He's an older version of Lance and I've always been much closer to him than any of my other relatives. I'm like the baby of the family to him. His sons are both in their mid 30s and our other cousins are only slightly younger, so Samantha and I are the babies of the family. Now I know Uncle Greg loves Samantha, but I've always been a little extra special to him because we've spent more time together. When I was born I got a Padington Bear from him that I still keep around and most of my earliest birthdays were spent at the shore with my Aunt Pat and Uncle Greg. I think that this was mostly because my Dad is a beach freak who idolizes his older brother and Uncle Greg and Aunt Pat were the only two of Lance's relatives that my mom could handle at the time.
I am glad to be home though. I love traveling even if it is to Jersey, but I really like the comfort of my bed. I also had to get back to work and night class. Class is starting to get better, but it goes for so long. I got out at 9:30 tonight and had to rush home so that I could clean up and make dinner before my friend got here. We were supposed to do some peer editing on some writing that he's working on, but he was tired after work and decided to just go home. It's fine I don't mind because now my apartment's clean, I just wish I had known so I wouldn't have had to rush through the grocery store to make it home before he would have got here. Dinner is made though and I am sitting on the couch writing and watching old episode of Sports Night. I should make a note to tell my friend that if he's around tomorrow night after work we can do the peer editing because if tomorrow is going to be all hot out like this I am going to be miserable at work, especially if it's slow and will just want to come home and take a cold shower. I get really unmotivated to go out when I'm tired and sweaty from work, especially if it's a slow night like it was last Friday. I also got Daydream Nation from Netflix. It stars Kat Dennings who is one of my favorites and tomorrow night will be the only chance that I get to watch it because Saturday I'm supposed to meet my friends out and Sunday night I will be heading back to the shore for what could very well be a chaotic and impromptu family gathering. I kind of want it to happen, nine grown people, one baby in three bedrooms and two couches makes for a very crowded home and plenty of Obco's glazed donuts.
The beach was great. It was just me and a couple of fishermen out on the far end of the park. And by fishermen, I mean two guys and their truck with five or six poles stuck in the sand while they ate out of their trunk. I was there for about three and a half hours, just in the sun reading. There was a breeze so the waves were big and the tide was low so everything looked extra big and foamy when the water came crashing down on the shore. The breeze also kept me cool. When I sit in the sun I tend to get really hot really quickly and then I sweat and get miserable. I was also alone which was a plus. When I'm with Lance, who is an intense beach goer, we usually fight about something and I want to drown him in the surf and when I'm with my mom, who thinks she is an intense beach goer, she's usually telling me something about the water for the thousandth time or talking on her phone and I want to drown her in the surf. It was nice just being by myself and not having to worry about anyone. I just wish the water still wasn't freezing, it would have been nice to get a little wet.
I ended up staying the night on Wednesday at my Uncle Greg's house. I wasn't sure if I would, but spending the day in the sun wore me out, plus I really love my Uncle Greg and it had been a whole year since I had seen him. He's an older version of Lance and I've always been much closer to him than any of my other relatives. I'm like the baby of the family to him. His sons are both in their mid 30s and our other cousins are only slightly younger, so Samantha and I are the babies of the family. Now I know Uncle Greg loves Samantha, but I've always been a little extra special to him because we've spent more time together. When I was born I got a Padington Bear from him that I still keep around and most of my earliest birthdays were spent at the shore with my Aunt Pat and Uncle Greg. I think that this was mostly because my Dad is a beach freak who idolizes his older brother and Uncle Greg and Aunt Pat were the only two of Lance's relatives that my mom could handle at the time.
I am glad to be home though. I love traveling even if it is to Jersey, but I really like the comfort of my bed. I also had to get back to work and night class. Class is starting to get better, but it goes for so long. I got out at 9:30 tonight and had to rush home so that I could clean up and make dinner before my friend got here. We were supposed to do some peer editing on some writing that he's working on, but he was tired after work and decided to just go home. It's fine I don't mind because now my apartment's clean, I just wish I had known so I wouldn't have had to rush through the grocery store to make it home before he would have got here. Dinner is made though and I am sitting on the couch writing and watching old episode of Sports Night. I should make a note to tell my friend that if he's around tomorrow night after work we can do the peer editing because if tomorrow is going to be all hot out like this I am going to be miserable at work, especially if it's slow and will just want to come home and take a cold shower. I get really unmotivated to go out when I'm tired and sweaty from work, especially if it's a slow night like it was last Friday. I also got Daydream Nation from Netflix. It stars Kat Dennings who is one of my favorites and tomorrow night will be the only chance that I get to watch it because Saturday I'm supposed to meet my friends out and Sunday night I will be heading back to the shore for what could very well be a chaotic and impromptu family gathering. I kind of want it to happen, nine grown people, one baby in three bedrooms and two couches makes for a very crowded home and plenty of Obco's glazed donuts.
