"Ooh!"s, "Aah!"s and teenage groans

Last night we drove to Geneva, parked our car and walked the rest of the way. It was a cool evening and we were going to watch fireworks explode in the night sky to celebrate the Fete de Geneve. There were tons of people flooding in, and almost all of the good spots were taken. When we first got to the edge of the lake, we saw the perfect lighting on Mont Blanc. It literally made me and my dad say "woah!" The mountain was radiating a reddish/yellowish color, which made it look...well, awesome. We sat down on the rock ledge along with several other people. We waiting for like...an hour. I just stared at the water, coming up to froth against the rock slant.

Woosh...waaa...wa wa woooooosh...

I took some pictures. Add 'em later, of course. There were lots of boats in the lake, and tons and tons of people. I could see some amusement rides in downtown Geneva across the lakeshore. Ugh. Almost made me sick looking at it. Back an forth...anyway. I looked through the binoculars at Mont Blanc and stuff, which was cool. Zach was really bored. Complaining as usual. My mom was having a "conversation" (argument) with him about how he was like never satisfied with whatever we did. I didn't mind this hardly at all. I can stare at stuff for a long time. I just kept staring at that water, the boats, humming a song. I talked to my dad a little bit. Took pictures. It gradually got darker. The boats were drifting toward the shore, the rock ledge we were sitting on now had people all the way down, and the lights across the lake suddenly became more alive. Finally, at ten, a loud boom echoed throughout. And with it, an array of bright colors in the sky. Several other people around us muttered "ooh!"s and "aah!"s and clapped. I smiled. Across the lake, there was a whole string on dots (lights) that stared at you through the darkness. It was a cool effect. But then we waited. No fireworks for like 10 minutes. Then-

boosh! boom ba ba bing! (Ooh!) booom! baaah bum! crack bum! (Aaah!)

* Red blue green white yellow circles banging mutterings gibberish smile glittering boom *

The cracks exploded so loud, I could feel it in my ribcage. It was like the colors were cracking open the sky, lighting up a whole new world in the sky that we had never knew of. I was lost in thought, I wasn't even sure I was thinking. The fireworks kept exploding, people kept talking, and I kept taking pictures. There were some very interesting displays. Rings, lines, droppings, etc. We could also see (what we thought was) Jupiter, and I stared at that for a while. It was cool to see through the binoculars. After a while the fireworks sort of faltered and we got up to leave because 3/4 of us were complaining. So we walked through Geneva, with the explosions behind us, like hippy drumsticks hitting the sky. We walked past the fountains that were across the U.N. and the lights under each fountain an interesting glow. The street lights were also like, spazzing-blinking yellow or red all at the same time. There weren't many cars anyway. We walked back to our car, with vivid colors appearing in the sky, hearing booming bumps, smelling the crisp and warm night air and seeing black with little lights darting here and there.

I was so tired when I got home and almost immediately went to asleep.

The next day, my loving father (quote Jenners) came in to my room and (attempted to) get me out of bed at 9am. Eventually I did, after about 20 minutes. I groggily took out my retainer and had breakfast. We were going a hike that day. What fun. We got in our car, and I had brought along Melvin (new iPod) for the hour-long car ride. That was going to be like my favorite part. I had subscribed to Guy In A Tie/Slauson podcast, so I listened to that. It was okay.

The town we were hiking in, Chamonix (pronounced "Sham-on-ee) had like a billion people. Parking was hard. We were going to go up the cable car like half way then do a hike to this lake. The line for the cable car was like... New York City style. We waited for like 30 minutes. And everyone except for my dad was complaining. There were babies crying, people cutting us, kids staring at me (WILL THEY JUST STOP THAT?!?!?!) and a slow line. Ugh. I just wanted to not do this. We had an amazing view of Mont Blanc, though. Snowy, tall and brown. Eventually we got to the cable car. I thought it'd be really really packed, but I had a window place so I wasn't squished. It felt like a roller coaster sort of because you would drop down, and have your stomach like barf in itself. Well, fine, have your stomach move.

We eventually got to the end of the cable car line, and got out just like a whole lot of other people. Everywhere you looked, there was a line of people looking like ants on the trail. Ugh. But I had stopped complaining. Zach, on the other hand, was liking this about as much as Little Timmy if he had all of his shiny red tricycles suddenly gauge out his eyes and trample him. Which means, not at all pretty much.

We walked and walked. It wasn't really that bad, 'cept for the whole "sharing the experience with several other humans" factor. The trail wasn't that steep and we got to do some climbing of the rock sort alittle bit. And then if you just looked behind you, or to the side, a hunking-big piece of rock and white hit your vision. Man, that view was just... holy crap. Crap in the good sense, that is. (What?) So yeah. We had lunch at around 2:30 in this little grassy spot away from all the people and the trail. We could still see people (lots of them) but we couldn't really hear them all that much. Lunch consisted of bread, cheese, sausage and chocolate. And water. One of the chocolates was left in the sun and therefore, like, died. There was all this chocolate juice inside the wrapper. Ergh.

We saw some mountain goats, took some pictures. There was much debate about whether or not to go all of the way up to the lake as originally planned, because the last cable car was going at 5:50 and it was already like 3. And it would take us like 2 hours to get down. And there was the population of...some big city walking around on this mountain. In the end, Zach went down by himself after lunch while I went ahead of my parents. I was so frustrated. I thought the lake was really close, but no, I had to keep walking up some stupid mountain stupidly on a stupid trail for many many stupid minutes with no stupid water. At first I thought it was around that corner, but then it wasn't. Then- was it over that hill? Had I finally reached the stupid lake? No. What was that lake's problem? Why can't it just not be stupid? Stupid stupid. Eventually I did reach it, after about 40 minutes. It was cool I guess. I waited for my parents and when they came, I put my hands in it and washed my face. It was cold, man. Like, cold. Glacier water. It was also an abnormal blue-green color. Kinda cool. So then we looked at the cabin-like place that was there and stuff. Then I walked down, along with a whole other bunch of people, quickly. I was way ahead of my parents after a while. It was sort of...fun in a way. But hearing young British kids complain and sing the "uh-way-oh! uh-way-oh!" song for 2 hours kinda got old. But after an hour and a half or so, I could see the cable car thing. I turned the corner on the trail, gripping the gravel. And immediately stopped dead.

"Holy shizzzzz," I muttered under my breath. "SHIZ-napppppp," I stared at the cable car area. Holy crap. There was this huge, huge line of people coming out of the building. HUGE throng. Like, this was not even funny. Maybe 10 people wide, and like, I dunno how many people in length. I stood there for a few minutes, and took a picture. Crap. Crap. I thought. And there were still MANY other people coming down the trail. Dang. I continued down the trail, very close now. There was this hill and I ran up part of it. I was tired. But still could keep going at a good pace. I got to the line, looking down at the trail to try to find my parents. No sign of 'em. I then looked up and down the line for Zach. Didn't see him. So I just waited for a little. My parents came up after a few minutes and we got in line. My dad looked for Zach but figured he went down the cable car. So we waited in the line.

This was really freaky, because we would look back and see like double of the original line behind us. It just kept growing. Every 10 minutes or so we would move up a few feet. It wasn't all that bad, really. I talked with my parents and looked through the binoculars. Cool. But, of course, I can't go anywhere really without some random kid staring at me for a rather long period of time. There was this little French/Swiss girl ahead of us with her family that just kept, just KEPT looking back at me. I would glance at her every once a while just to see if she stopped. But no, I obviously looked....I dunno, weird/interesting to her, so she kept looking at me. GOD. People tell you not to do that for a reason. That's at least one polite rule I whole-heartedly support. People, I don't care if the person is... interesting to look at, just frickin' look away. All these kids staring at me are making me want to like, grab their heads and point them ahead. Or just yell out, "Okay, how about you STOP STARING NOW??!" Geez. It's just so dang annoying.

So anyway. We waited in line for about 40 minutes. I didn't think we'd get on the cable car, but we did. I got another window area and enjoyed the ride down. When the cable car dropped down and we felt the "Stomach Sensation", you would hear the people mutter "woahs" or whatever. I looked up at my dad and laughed at this.

Zach had been waiting for about 2 hours or so. Even if you don't know Zach, you can guess that that means he was not happy. I got ice cream at this place and we finally went home. And then something happened that made me want to kill Apple.

I listening to the other podcasts, but then wanted to hear some of my music. I clicked on a song, but the thing just went back to the menu. I kept trying, but it just would not let me play a song.
Turns out, when I charged Melvin, we accidentally deleted all of my songs. GOD. I just cannot have a normal, functioning iPod, can I? Luckily we can just re-synch it. But still. GEEZ.

I was really tired when I got home. People were on chat so I chatted. I'll add the pictures later.

Oh, and I did re-synch the songs. So far Melvin is doing ok.