"Happiness is celebrating the little things"
Sadness that I don't feel like talking about right now.
So there is some to report. I have made it into a somewhat elite school that I have wanted to go to since I first heard of it. I found out on Tuesday that I made it in and I would start this summer. =) Its Sunday morning, I should be cleaning the house, but I'm not going to. I'm going to six back and ....Breathe ....
So I should be doing a lot of stuff but I just don't want to. I think I will write about my trip to Costa Rica.
Absolutely FABULOUS!!!! Better than Brazil was! I think so at least, and to all fairness to the board of tourism at Brazil, we didn't do the rainforests or Rio' we only went to Sao Paulo, which as far as cities goes, it rocks, but Costa Rica was nicer. So we kinda sorta had a tour guide, he the father of someone who worked with my father at some point in time, who lives in Costa Rica. He had it in his heads that we wanted to see all the beaches of Costa Rica ( not so by the way). So we got to see several of the beaches which were cool and the water was very salty, but it was kinda like sticky rice....I don't know how to explain it. The sand stuck to your body, kind of had to scrub it off. So we did some cool stuff to include somehow falling into the twilight zone and stepping into the third realm of hell for sinners and lost souls. The place was a dirty little town with a hotel that would rival the Bates Motel in scaring. We were tired and just figured what the hell we will stay here.
This is how it started, we spoiled Americans wanted Air Conditioner. So we were moved (twice) to a room with a working Air Conditioner. So we settle into our rooms getting ready to go get some food, then I realize....Wait there are no towels, hm, or blankets .... So I go to the receptionist to get some, and when I get there and ask her for towels and blankets she gives me this look like I had asked her to sacrifice her first born child ..... Needless to say it was at that point I had decided that it would not be a good idea to eat the complimentary breakfast. While I was fighting with the serpent from reception, my father had called in because the hot water wasn't working.....So the handyman went to fix it....
I get back to the room with the towels (which look like they belong to some bachelor college student) and "blankets" and get ready for bed. I put the "blankets" on each bed .... My dad asks me, where are the blankets, I thought you were getting some, I point to the sheets that are on the bed and say, "I guess that's what they think blankets are here because that's what she gave me" My father grumbles and crawls into bed, he unfolds his sheet cursing under his breath and then yells, "THIS ISN'T EVEN A FLAT SHEET....THEY GAVE YOU A FITTED SHEET AS A BLANKET??!!!!! WHAT THE HELL!!" My stepmother and I attempting not to further his anger muffled our laughter in our sad pathetic little excuses for pillows and went to bed. My father being an early riser, gets out of bed before the crack of dawn and decides to go for a walk, while he does that my stepmother and I decide (begrugedly) to get out of bed and take our showers. Debbie was first and when she got in the shower to her "surprise" there was no hot water. So the handyman came back snarling, wiggled a fuse around and "fixed" the shower. Debbie gets into the shower takes a quick one and then its my turn, she leaves the water running so there is no chance of losing the heat, I jump into the shower and in the middle of my shampoo I smell something burning, I look up and I see the electrical wire that runs from the wall to the shower head, and the electrical tape that holds it together. The electrical tape is smoldering so I say "SH!^" and rinse out my hair and get out of the shower. We eventually made it out of the 3rd realm of hell, just barely with our lives and limbs intact. =P
Sadness that I don't feel like talking about right now.
So there is some to report. I have made it into a somewhat elite school that I have wanted to go to since I first heard of it. I found out on Tuesday that I made it in and I would start this summer. =) Its Sunday morning, I should be cleaning the house, but I'm not going to. I'm going to six back and ....Breathe ....
So I should be doing a lot of stuff but I just don't want to. I think I will write about my trip to Costa Rica.
Absolutely FABULOUS!!!! Better than Brazil was! I think so at least, and to all fairness to the board of tourism at Brazil, we didn't do the rainforests or Rio' we only went to Sao Paulo, which as far as cities goes, it rocks, but Costa Rica was nicer. So we kinda sorta had a tour guide, he the father of someone who worked with my father at some point in time, who lives in Costa Rica. He had it in his heads that we wanted to see all the beaches of Costa Rica ( not so by the way). So we got to see several of the beaches which were cool and the water was very salty, but it was kinda like sticky rice....I don't know how to explain it. The sand stuck to your body, kind of had to scrub it off. So we did some cool stuff to include somehow falling into the twilight zone and stepping into the third realm of hell for sinners and lost souls. The place was a dirty little town with a hotel that would rival the Bates Motel in scaring. We were tired and just figured what the hell we will stay here.
This is how it started, we spoiled Americans wanted Air Conditioner. So we were moved (twice) to a room with a working Air Conditioner. So we settle into our rooms getting ready to go get some food, then I realize....Wait there are no towels, hm, or blankets .... So I go to the receptionist to get some, and when I get there and ask her for towels and blankets she gives me this look like I had asked her to sacrifice her first born child ..... Needless to say it was at that point I had decided that it would not be a good idea to eat the complimentary breakfast. While I was fighting with the serpent from reception, my father had called in because the hot water wasn't working.....So the handyman went to fix it....
I get back to the room with the towels (which look like they belong to some bachelor college student) and "blankets" and get ready for bed. I put the "blankets" on each bed .... My dad asks me, where are the blankets, I thought you were getting some, I point to the sheets that are on the bed and say, "I guess that's what they think blankets are here because that's what she gave me" My father grumbles and crawls into bed, he unfolds his sheet cursing under his breath and then yells, "THIS ISN'T EVEN A FLAT SHEET....THEY GAVE YOU A FITTED SHEET AS A BLANKET??!!!!! WHAT THE HELL!!" My stepmother and I attempting not to further his anger muffled our laughter in our sad pathetic little excuses for pillows and went to bed. My father being an early riser, gets out of bed before the crack of dawn and decides to go for a walk, while he does that my stepmother and I decide (begrugedly) to get out of bed and take our showers. Debbie was first and when she got in the shower to her "surprise" there was no hot water. So the handyman came back snarling, wiggled a fuse around and "fixed" the shower. Debbie gets into the shower takes a quick one and then its my turn, she leaves the water running so there is no chance of losing the heat, I jump into the shower and in the middle of my shampoo I smell something burning, I look up and I see the electrical wire that runs from the wall to the shower head, and the electrical tape that holds it together. The electrical tape is smoldering so I say "SH!^" and rinse out my hair and get out of the shower. We eventually made it out of the 3rd realm of hell, just barely with our lives and limbs intact. =P
