Storms at Night

I liked the punch in the face.

It wasn't your average punch in the face, and it wasn't even necessarily a punch. It was more consecutive notes blasted from a trumpet or otherwise instrument, but not unpleasantly. It was like the wind, because it was the wind. Not cold nor hot, just immediately making me aware and really know my senses were there. Making my eyes feel nervous in their sockets, rudely pushing my hair around and always whispering at me. If I payed attention, it was actually yelling, but mostly it was whispering. And naturally, I was writing. Writing in my head. Just like I always do. Except, most of the time I got too tired or forgot to blog about it. But this instance, I knew I would. Houses passed, and lots of bikers. The green fields, like one big jar of guacamole spread all over, mixed with the pale yellow and brown background of the picturesque but somewhat blended French countryside.

Gee, watching a movie in the morning really afiddlegooed my brain. I got not much done, but did practice a tiny bit of trumpet. I actually like playing the audition music; it's fun. Ish.

Being over here in France has really made me realize how pathetic and sucky America can be/is. I mean, no country is perfect, but still. I've noticed quite a few rather large American cars over here, though. Slightly sickening and startling. I've gotten pretty used to seeing the smallish ones, so, like I've said, I'm going to get some major culture shock.

We discussed our plans for going home today. Again. I really want to get back in time to see the fireworks, but that would mean missing the last day of school. Which is slightly annoying going through all that work and not getting that, but I probably won't miss much and we can have better parties when I get back. Zach wants to stay though I think... so that stinks.

But I mean, the fireworks only happen once a year, and like... ugh. I probably won't have much of a summer vacation since we're actually going to travel a bit, see family. But whatever.

Sigh.

On a lighter note, uh.. the weather is nice I guess. Quite the opposite from my hometown. Not my original hometown, but yeah the other one.

Actually, what's ironic about this whole thing is that I actually want to travel to a few places. Not immediately, but like eventually. I mean, the world is big and we're just these little people on it, so why not? It's not like we live not on Earth. I'm so good at explaining things, I know. But yeah. For some reason I've just been excited about making more plans after getting home and just yeah.

Anyone know the cure for homesickness?

Well actually that seems quite obvious. Ha. Unfortunately, I guess I'll just have to deal with the treatment(s) lately.

Only like 50 more days of school....still... and then I dunno. Ugh I never write about anything in here. I gotta get these perplexing cultural experiences down.

69...lol.