Spring Break 2011

For spring break this year, I went out to Vegas and partied nonstop. All I remember is waking up on somebody's lawn with pink plastic flamingos staring down at me. Also I think I married David Bowie. ... And now, let's find out what I REALLY did on my spring break! I went with my family to Florida. It's not really anything special; scads of people go to Florida for spring break. The main difference between those people and I is my intense, passionate hatred of Florida. If God had meant me to hang around tropical areas, I wouldn't have been born 50% Irish. So I have said repeatedly, and it's the truth. The heat is overwhelming. The flora consists almost entirely of palm trees. Half the fauna actively attempts to kill you. And those are just the natural factors. I'm not even mentioning the decor that hasn't been altered since 1974, the average age of the locals (70; note that I have nothing against the elderly), and the relentless happiness of everyone around. They seem to enjoy living in a place that feels like hell with higher humidity. So southward we drove, with me reading Seanan McGuire novels (Late Eclipses owns, by the way) and cringing away from the sun's rapidly increasing brightness. We arrived at our condo in Vero Beach on Saturday evening, and so began Spring Break '11. For my part, I spent most of the week reading. The local Books-A-Million conveniently stocked books two and three of Derek Landy's "Skulduggery Pleasant" series, which everyone over the age of nine needs to read RIGHT NOW. I carefully rationed these two volumes, and thus they kept me occupied for... ...approximately five hours. My speedy reading skills are both a blessing and a curse. But I love to re-read, which is what I did for the remainder of the trip. I also drew and wrote, which is why there is now a drawing of Valkyrie Cain (read the SP books) got up as a 1950s secretary in my notebook. I would burn it, but there's a comic on the back of which I'm rather proud. On Tuesday, my father and I went to Disney World for a day. Or, as we shouted repeatedly to each other on the way, DINAAAAAAY! I dragged him on the Haunted Mansion twice and then jabbered on endlessly about it for the rest of the day, as is my wont. We also rode the Small World ride, which I am convinced was created on acid. Seriously, it's not so much adorable as trippy; the crash must have been murder on its creators. We also wandered over to the Pirates of the Caribbean gift shop in search of tricorns, but alas, they were all adorned with fake dreadlocks. Disney People: When I wear a pirate hat, I do not want to feel like Jack Sparrow. I want to feel like Keira Knightley. Please change your merchandise accordingly. DINAAAAY! was awesome, though, if rather hot, and that day was probably the best of the week. The rest was drawing, meditation, and re-reading The Faceless Ones. We returned home two days ago, after braving two massive traffic jams that added about three hours to the trip. I spent the weekend doing nothing of consequence, and now find myself back in school. In five days, I will be a legal adult- be very afraid. You know what, Blogger? Fine. Don't save my spacing. Retribution shall rain upon you and your offspring, yea for all eternity.