"I just can't beat the zebra." - Cole
Yatta~
So, the first full day of school is over, and I get the feeling that I'm about to be ambushed with some plot bunnies.
... the two facts have nothing to do with one another.
Well, actually, maybe they do. I seem to get all my writing inspiration at the most inopportune moments... like when I should be studying for my final or writing my term paper instead.
In other news, I registered for my college class yesterday. Psychology, yum! For those of you who see the irony, it's fitting, neh? ^_~
The little road trip to Colorado was great. Thankfully, my dad decided that if I drove all the way it would take twice as long to get there, so I only had to drive a few times. I don't think my driving skills (or the lack thereof) actually improved that much, if at all.
Texas was just Texas, and New Mexico was just empty. Deserted, and no pun intended. That state suffers from a sefere lack of sprint cellphone towers. It wasn't bad at all, really, except that Ruidoso creeped me out. First there was something just wrong about the hotel, and then we went driving around to find some place to eat and the whole *town* gave me the heebie jeebies. (Did I spell that properly? ^^;) And the fact that none of it was well illuminated didn't help either. Demo, even my parents felt it. We were supposed to stay for two nights, but my dad called in a reservation at Hollomand Air Force Base instead. Needless to say, I was much much happier with the base.
Then my glasses broke. Very Bad Occurance, simply because, while I can get around without them, it's far less convenient to stand four times as close to something to see it properly. So we ventured out to Almagourda because we saw an advertisement on TV with Miyagi's Optical Clinic, or something like that, and we wanted to go see the little Japanese guy, so off we went. Technically, his name is Miyagishima (Miyagi island?) and he's half second generation Japanese, half Mexican. We didn't see him, actually, but one of the ladies who worked there chatted with us for a long time. She said it was very humid, so the swamp coolers weren't working.
Humid?
It was something like 15% humidity.
I invited her to come to Louisiana in August sometime.
Well, after all that chatting, she fixed my glasses for free, so everything about New Mexico got better from there ^_^
One more thing to complain about though. My parents and I went all over the place looking for real Native Americans. My mother had never seen any, and I dont think I have either, and we wanted to do the whole tourist thing and buy the authentic crafts and whatnot, right? Not to be. We went to every tribal council near and around every pitstop we made, and no crafts to be found. It seems that the younger generation is moving to the cities, and the crafts take years to learn to make, and they just aren't interested anymore. So the only things we saw on the reservatons were rosaries. Mou.
Carlsbad Caverns were awesome, although I couldn't help thinking how being stabbed by a baking soda icicle was just an awful way to die.
Colorado was beautiful. More importantly, it was *dry*, but unlike New Mexico, it had trees. Lovely, full sized trees, not like those overgrown isolated bonsai in NM.
But all in all, no place like home... or so i keep telling myself. I really would move to Colorado right now if I had the money and if it was a more practical course of action.
*sigh*
Wishful thinking, ja?
Yatta~
So, the first full day of school is over, and I get the feeling that I'm about to be ambushed with some plot bunnies.
... the two facts have nothing to do with one another.
Well, actually, maybe they do. I seem to get all my writing inspiration at the most inopportune moments... like when I should be studying for my final or writing my term paper instead.
In other news, I registered for my college class yesterday. Psychology, yum! For those of you who see the irony, it's fitting, neh? ^_~
The little road trip to Colorado was great. Thankfully, my dad decided that if I drove all the way it would take twice as long to get there, so I only had to drive a few times. I don't think my driving skills (or the lack thereof) actually improved that much, if at all.
Texas was just Texas, and New Mexico was just empty. Deserted, and no pun intended. That state suffers from a sefere lack of sprint cellphone towers. It wasn't bad at all, really, except that Ruidoso creeped me out. First there was something just wrong about the hotel, and then we went driving around to find some place to eat and the whole *town* gave me the heebie jeebies. (Did I spell that properly? ^^;) And the fact that none of it was well illuminated didn't help either. Demo, even my parents felt it. We were supposed to stay for two nights, but my dad called in a reservation at Hollomand Air Force Base instead. Needless to say, I was much much happier with the base.
Then my glasses broke. Very Bad Occurance, simply because, while I can get around without them, it's far less convenient to stand four times as close to something to see it properly. So we ventured out to Almagourda because we saw an advertisement on TV with Miyagi's Optical Clinic, or something like that, and we wanted to go see the little Japanese guy, so off we went. Technically, his name is Miyagishima (Miyagi island?) and he's half second generation Japanese, half Mexican. We didn't see him, actually, but one of the ladies who worked there chatted with us for a long time. She said it was very humid, so the swamp coolers weren't working.
Humid?
It was something like 15% humidity.
I invited her to come to Louisiana in August sometime.
Well, after all that chatting, she fixed my glasses for free, so everything about New Mexico got better from there ^_^
One more thing to complain about though. My parents and I went all over the place looking for real Native Americans. My mother had never seen any, and I dont think I have either, and we wanted to do the whole tourist thing and buy the authentic crafts and whatnot, right? Not to be. We went to every tribal council near and around every pitstop we made, and no crafts to be found. It seems that the younger generation is moving to the cities, and the crafts take years to learn to make, and they just aren't interested anymore. So the only things we saw on the reservatons were rosaries. Mou.
Carlsbad Caverns were awesome, although I couldn't help thinking how being stabbed by a baking soda icicle was just an awful way to die.
Colorado was beautiful. More importantly, it was *dry*, but unlike New Mexico, it had trees. Lovely, full sized trees, not like those overgrown isolated bonsai in NM.
But all in all, no place like home... or so i keep telling myself. I really would move to Colorado right now if I had the money and if it was a more practical course of action.
*sigh*
Wishful thinking, ja?
posted by Deborah at 3:58:00 PM
