I'm at my grandmother's house in California. I was catching up on blogs reading about all the latest drama, including the 7 yr old girls dancing to Single Ladies in slutty outfits. If you haven't heard about it, Google it for more information. It's horrifying that parents think it's okay to dress your 7 yr up as a skanky ho and let her gyrate her hips to funky Beyonce music. I'm disgusted.
A little more disgusted than getting mud in a cut and a little less disgusted than when I think about the 40 yr old mothers who are obsessed with Twilight. Yuck.
Anywho, my flight was really ridiculously uneventful. I drew a model in a magazine in my sketchbook and played Tetris while listening to Owl City and drinking Ginger Ale. I always drink Ginger Ale on flights. It calms my stomach. I've never been airsick, because well, I've been flying basically since I can remember, but Ginger Ale has always been my drink of choice to just calm the nerves. Whatever little nerves I have. And it always works. Ginger Ale hasn't failed me yet.
My cousin and I stuck to each other like glue until she left Oma's to go sleep in her own bed. She could've stayed here, but she opted for a comfy mattress instead of a fluffy futon. I don't blame her, but that futon seriously isn't that bad. It's way better than the awful hide-a-bed that used to be in the den.
The bar really thought that it needed to gouge into your shoulders while you slept so that you would wake up achy and sore with a kink in your neck. How positively thoughtful of that awful bar, wouldn't you say?
But tomorrow I should wake up rejuvenated with no kinks in my neck ready to face the day. We're painting tomorrow. Landscapes with acrylic paint. It should make for an interesting time, experimenting with painting scenes I've never attempted before. I'm up for the challenge though. I do love a good challenge.
The only thing that's missing is Prince Charming. I need a hug right now, in the worst way!