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Oh, and Sunday
Mar. 2nd, 2011 12:54 amSunday I came back to Seattle, which maybe I shoulda blogged about so people would know I got back okay.
I started off the day by seeing my... you know, I have no idea what the proper term is for someone who is your dad's brother's wife's sister's husband. I guess "uncle" is close enough. Anyway, said uncle Paul came by with his dog to leave it at my uncle and aunt's house for a few days, so I got to catch up both with him and said dog. Zoe is now 10 years old, looks like a puppy, but thumps her butt up the stairs to climb because it's hard to climb for her.
I went to Lee's to get my last hoagie. In a fit of brilliance, I ordered a HUGE hoagie, ate half of it for lunch, and wrapped the rest of it to take on the plane. I also got Tastykakes to bring back, of course. Mmmm, Krimpets.
Then, I was supposed to help my uncle (Jack, the uncle I was staying with) move a grill into the house. BUT the grill was heavy, and while trying to figure out how I was going to lift it, I put my hand on the side of it and he accidentally pushed the grill so my hand got squished in the car trunk opening. WHOOPS. It hurt pretty badly and I got a big black-and-blue mark. But, we put ice on my hand... so like, for about 5 minutes it hurt like hell, partially from being squished and partially because the ice was cold. My aunt looked at it though, and it was just the area between my index finger and thumb that really got pinched, so the capillaries exploded, so it looked worse than it was.
(Sure enough, by the next day it stopped looking so awful and purple, and two days later now it looks fine and barely hurts anymore. Am I lucky or what?)
My uncle took me to the airport. The airport time was fairly uneventful aside from the fact that Philly is supposed to have free wireless on weekends, and their wireless simply did not work. Grr.
You know what's retarded though? I had to put my carry-on several rows behind me, and I was in Seating 2! I was in row 8 even, which is the "economy plus" area. The stupid thing is that people were filling up the damn carryon racks with their jackets as well as with two bags per person, rather than one under the seat. I HATE that.
But my hoagie was good (good thing too, they were selling, not giving, food, despite it being a 6-hour nonstop Philly->Seattle). I spent the trip playing Kanji Kentei DS, and PASSED THE 7-KYUU!!!! With several points to spare, no less. But 6-kyuu is going to be a bitch -- the 部首 section now wants you to actually know the damn NAMES of all the radicals in Japanese, among other things.
Landing in Seattle sucked -- the city was fogged over and so we were like 30-40 minutes late getting to the ground by the time we were cleared, it was pretty terrifying because you couldn't see anything out of the plane and when we finally got low enough that you could, we were REALLY low. But we landed okay. It was less scary than the landing in the windstorm in DC, at least, but still somewhat scary.
Mike met me at the airport and took me home, hooray.
I really have to figure out how to balance wanting to do stuff and feeling like I'm somehow not getting enough done. The problem is just that sitting at home makes me apathetic, I think.
I started off the day by seeing my... you know, I have no idea what the proper term is for someone who is your dad's brother's wife's sister's husband. I guess "uncle" is close enough. Anyway, said uncle Paul came by with his dog to leave it at my uncle and aunt's house for a few days, so I got to catch up both with him and said dog. Zoe is now 10 years old, looks like a puppy, but thumps her butt up the stairs to climb because it's hard to climb for her.
I went to Lee's to get my last hoagie. In a fit of brilliance, I ordered a HUGE hoagie, ate half of it for lunch, and wrapped the rest of it to take on the plane. I also got Tastykakes to bring back, of course. Mmmm, Krimpets.
Then, I was supposed to help my uncle (Jack, the uncle I was staying with) move a grill into the house. BUT the grill was heavy, and while trying to figure out how I was going to lift it, I put my hand on the side of it and he accidentally pushed the grill so my hand got squished in the car trunk opening. WHOOPS. It hurt pretty badly and I got a big black-and-blue mark. But, we put ice on my hand... so like, for about 5 minutes it hurt like hell, partially from being squished and partially because the ice was cold. My aunt looked at it though, and it was just the area between my index finger and thumb that really got pinched, so the capillaries exploded, so it looked worse than it was.
(Sure enough, by the next day it stopped looking so awful and purple, and two days later now it looks fine and barely hurts anymore. Am I lucky or what?)
My uncle took me to the airport. The airport time was fairly uneventful aside from the fact that Philly is supposed to have free wireless on weekends, and their wireless simply did not work. Grr.
You know what's retarded though? I had to put my carry-on several rows behind me, and I was in Seating 2! I was in row 8 even, which is the "economy plus" area. The stupid thing is that people were filling up the damn carryon racks with their jackets as well as with two bags per person, rather than one under the seat. I HATE that.
But my hoagie was good (good thing too, they were selling, not giving, food, despite it being a 6-hour nonstop Philly->Seattle). I spent the trip playing Kanji Kentei DS, and PASSED THE 7-KYUU!!!! With several points to spare, no less. But 6-kyuu is going to be a bitch -- the 部首 section now wants you to actually know the damn NAMES of all the radicals in Japanese, among other things.
Landing in Seattle sucked -- the city was fogged over and so we were like 30-40 minutes late getting to the ground by the time we were cleared, it was pretty terrifying because you couldn't see anything out of the plane and when we finally got low enough that you could, we were REALLY low. But we landed okay. It was less scary than the landing in the windstorm in DC, at least, but still somewhat scary.
Mike met me at the airport and took me home, hooray.
I really have to figure out how to balance wanting to do stuff and feeling like I'm somehow not getting enough done. The problem is just that sitting at home makes me apathetic, I think.
