Journal entry #300

It's been 300 entries as of this one, which I find somewhat amazing.  I know that sometimes I probably overanalyze my entries, or sometimes I don't even update, because I think there isn't anything update-worthy, but, in all seriousness, I guess that shouldn't really matter.  It'll be interesting/amusing to read this years later and see how I have chronicled my life, what events I wrote about briefly, and what events I gave much detail and time into their description.  Either way, I think it's cool to keep a journal of your life, and even more cool that people can comment on and perhaps learn something from what I have written.  If the latter is the case, than that's really cool.  Wow, I've said "cool" four times in this entry so far, that's not...well...cool.

I did manage to stay awake and watch the Blind Justice show that aired on ABC.  I couldn't get SAP to work, (I forget what that stands for--something audio programming maybe?), which was a bit annoying, but my mom watched it with me, and so was able to explain some of the things I needed explained.  Some times in the show I thought weren't portrayed too realisticly, but that's Hollywood for ya.  At one point, the dude was talking to someone, and I think wanted to catch him and ask him something, and so he grabbed the other dude's arm, I think, and it was as if he could see; his hand connected with it immediately, instead of groping for it aimlessly as we blinks will sometimes do, undoubtedly calling attntion to ourselves from the sighted people who probably think we're really weird or something.  Talk about a run-on sentence.  Maybe I should quit while I'm ahead.  It's a shame I don't get ABC up at school, (or I don't think so, anyway), because I'd really want to see more of that show.

Dinner was quite tasty, as spaghetti almost usually is, and it was really enjoyable to visit with my uncle as I don't get to see him as often anymore now that he's living in Texas.  I wonder if everything really *is* bigger in Texas, or if that's just a lie or something people made up sometime.
Wow, I'm thinking I should end this and go to bed before I start commenting on other useless, random, and pointless facts of life that I'm sure all, (or most), of you really wouldn't care to read about, anyway.

Tomorrow shall consist of breakfast at 9:00 AM with my grandmother, aunt, my two cousins from Virginia who are down for however long with my aunt, (I think they're aged six and seven), and the three of us.  I'm not exactly looking too forward with this as most times when my aunt and grandmother are together, interesting things can and almost always do happen.  *Thinks back to the time last summer, recounted in a journal entry in August, when she went with her aunt, grandmother, and another of her baby cousins, (I have way too many baby cousins, seriously), to visit her great Aunt Betty, (a truly scary lady in herself), and that experience was just bad.*  Why the crap am I talking in the third person?  No idea, but I'm not going crazy, really!

If you missed that entry, you can go read it somewhere back in last August.  I wanted to put a direct link to it, but the Internet is being really weird, and it keeps giving me a "page cannot be displayed" error at random times, and I don't have the patience to deal with finding it.  It's somewhere in mid-August, I think; I can't exactly remember.  I really hope the Internet makes up its mind soon as to whether it wants to work/likes me or not, because that would be nice.
Alright, I've babbled on long enough.  If you're still reading this by now, you're to be commended.
More later, when I'm not half asleep.

Food, coffee, and new houses

As today is another day, so comes another entry in the journal, another update on the life of Yours Truly, which may or may not be exciting, who knows?  Food, coffee and new houses don't exactly relate on first glance, true, but read on, and it'll become clear, maybe. 

Breakfast today was good because A: It was paid for, and B: It was good.  I had scrambled eggs, hash brownes, and a bagel with cream cheese.  I also had, I think, four cups of coffee, which may be the cause for my feeling really sleepy as I write this.  I *know* I had coffee, I just can't remember how many cups it was.  The coffee came in this pot thing so that the waitress wouldn't have to come re-fill the cup every however long it would take me to drink it.  The pot is there so that the coffee can be more readily accessible, because readily accessible coffee is always definitely a good thing.  I don't exactly know what they would do with the coffee if there is any left over in the pot, (my guess is they would just throw it away or something, because who would want to drink coffee that's been sitting out, in a random pot, on a random person's table?).  Some people might not really care, because coffee is, after all, coffee, no matter what kind of container it's in, how much is left, or where it's been sitting, although I don't think I'd want to drink coffee if it was just sitting around somewhere for who knows how long, all cold and congealed and things.  Eww, did I just write "congealed"?  I *hate* that word, for real!  Can coffee even congeal?  I'm thinking not, but I don't know for sure.

Anyway, back to the point, (because--believe it or not--there *is* one), as I was unsure what they would do with the coffee, and didn't feel like wasting it, I felt to drink it--all of it--which may or may not have been a good idea, and even though my sister kept telling me that I didn't *have* to drink all of it if I didn't want to, that just because the whole pot was there, it didn't mean I was suppose to drink all of it.  AH well, I wanted to drink it, and so I did.

Moving on, because two coffee-related paragraphs is enough for one entry, (who knew coffee could create so much excitement?), after we had breakfast, we all--the three of us, my grandmother, aunt, and our two cousins Julia and Moira--went back to my grandparents' house and just hung around.  Nothing too exciting happened there, but after awhile, (after calling my other aunt, related by marriage to one of my grandmother's sons), we all went over to the new house they have bought and are slowly but surely moving into.  We had the "grand tour", which was interesting.  The house cost a huge amount of money, which was shocking.  I had no idea houses could be so expensive.  I doubt I'll ever make enough money to buy a nice house that costs as much let me tell ya.  As long as it's comfortable, and I'm happy, that's all that matters.  It isn't about how big/nice/expensive it is, it's all about whatever will make me happy, or something.  After that excurrsion, Kathryn, Kristen and I came back here.

Later tonight, we're meeting my grandparents for dinner, and then I have no clue what I'm doing. 
With that, I'll close, because I have run out of amusing/interesting things to write about.  I must say, though, that I really do enjoy having time off of school, because it's really the only time when I can actually write almost daily.  Maybe the trend can continue, I don't know.
More when something exciting happens.  I seriously think I need a nap.