That Poor Thin Boy

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Well, we're back on the road again. Just passed a field of cows. They had, you know, their heads down, chewing in that mystical way of theirs. We're skiing in Champery, the place that was so hopelessly clouded over, so it was basically terrible. But my dad claims it won't be like that today. We're only going till around 1. I'm tired. We've passed the main side bump of the Jura on the left, so now it's sort of just farm/golf-like fields that are slightly slanted. Boring.

In case you didn't notice, I'm listening to Jason Mraz. Obviously I'm not tired of him.

Well, not much to write about. That seems o be quite a reoccurring theme. I really should be indenting these "paragraphs."

You know, (dang- I missed the indent again) I don't think I'll ever get tired of chocolate croissants. There's just something about them that always manages nostalgia, and at the same time, scrumtuous taste.

I could choose something to describe, like something I see out the window. Because then that "paints a picture" for readers. And "makes you feel like you're there". If only I had a metaphor! Then it'd just slide right in and understanding would flow to/from behind the retinas like water and grass on a non-slanting waterslide. It'd be magical. I'll make a note: metaphors=magic. So that means that people with good metaphors (*cough* like all my friends *cough*) are magical. And their readers just have to deal with it.

Isn't it amazing how someone could just move their pencil after perhaps pausing to look out the window and manage to write a whole bunch about pretty much nothing? I guess it's sort of like the writer just scraping off their dirty sole of their shoe. And I'm not trying to brag. I'm as befuddled at this phenomenon as you.

Hand aching- too many chocolate croissants. LATER, fellow April dwellers.

6 hours later:

Listening to Leddy Z while my mom tells us how they'll want to go to France again after we're "safe" in college. I laughed.

Gah, finally done. That was.. wonderful view but I got in a rotten mood. Seriously hungry and tired and "skiing" on a very very un-sloping trail. Probably the best part was the pictures- TREMENDOUS view. I'm tired, but had a thick sandwich and chocolate for lunch. The snow was mushy and rather annoying. We met up with the Pegs and my dad is going to whole day with them.

Getting on the bus was hard- imagine holding a half-eaten sandwich while holding a pair of skis and a backpack all jumbled up your arms. All I wanted to do was finish the darn sandwich, but no- the other skiers had to just stare and... stare. My mom is seriously talking a lot.

Pictures! Yes yes. So, I also took a bike ride today and was surprised to see a sort of French version of Suburbia. The first thing I said was, "Hey! It looks like America! What's wrong with it?" in a very annoyed tone. I mean, the houses were big, big cars in the big paved driveways next to big garages, birds chirping, a stop sign identical to one in the US (yeah I dunno- they have adopted the word "stop" in the French vocabulary) and the whole thing just sort of blew my mind.

Oh and by the way, the title of this post is reference to something that occurred to me on that bike ride. I saw one of those painted white figures on the road trying to signify like "look out for kids" or whatever. And it was just thin and small and yeah. I don't know.

I'd really like to live on a steady diet of a camera and iPod in the early morning, BBC news with the dishes, lemonade at noon, Ben Folds and Jason Mraz sometime in the day, bike ride in the afternoon and then some nice socializing. And get some solid jamming done somewhere in there. Pictures here and there as necessary. I also want to subscribe to National Geographic magazine and possibly even Rolling Stone. Money is money though, but life is life.

I seriously need more books to read though, seriously. I'd like to order John Green's books, and read that Uglies/Pretties/Specials/whatever series, and yeah. Need to keep up with the trends!!! I must read whatever everyone else in America is!!!! It's essential!!! Well, actually, I mean sometimes the fad can be trustworthy. But Twilight... just.... no. "No" is all I'm going to say for that one at the moment.

Maximum Ride! I keep finding mistakes in books, though. It's weird. I think I once found a mistake in Inkheart or something. I mean, not to brag. I just feel like venting to annoyance at finding "if I was" instead of "if I were" all the time. Correct English grammar is pretty hot in my book.

Oh ha ha- that saying doesn't really work with that. And yet it works perfectly. Ha ha! Anyway.

Nothing better than those 10-year old classic groups that fill you up with nostalgia even though you don't have the rights or necessary childhood memories. I mean, you can just feel the orange, worn piano notes being thrust into your skull. Ah. This one reminded me of Simon and Garfunkel/Crosby Stills Nash (and Young).
We're down to the 80's, in terms of days between me and an Ann Arbor ice cream cone. It's actually looking really American and English-speaking, so far. This break I mean.