oh you lazy days

The next update of my summer is here! As promised to Freddie, I’m keeping you all in the loop.
Well, the other day I went to the Go Karts, which was insane. It was me and most of my cousins, my brother and his friends.
I didn’t press the brake once.
I was this crazy monster on the tracks, letting my wheels shriek against the road on the curves and laughing to myself madly inside my helmet. In my first curve I slid sideways from the force of my speed and slammed against a strange and yet, still kept going. I banged against the tires at the side of the road, went off track and at one point I had to push my helmet and glasses down my face because they were being blow away and let go of the wheel completely to do so. Despite all this I ended up first with a whole round ahead in my second race and it was so fun I might possibly be addicted to speed! ;3

Then another day we went to a shopping mall, had a splendidly unhealthy dinner all together, went to see a bad movie which ended at two in the morning (Jersey, eat your heart out) and then goofed around the empty mall by running up the wrong side of the mechanical stairs, getting on a toy merry-go-round and generally being crazy, loud and annoying. That night, big doggy and I went to bed at eight or nine in the morning. She played Okami and I wrote and then she read what I wrote whilst I played Okami. We had a strange breakfast and watched the sunrise with music in our ears. The clouds were giant and drifting towards us so that when I unfocused my eyes and looked at them it was as if some great being were about to tower over us. Monsters, or Gods. A little later I stepped out again and saw the cracks between the clouds glowing orange and I ran to the house, grabbed my camera, and trotted to the water reservoir which is elevated, and I spent long minutes capturing light and wind on film. Philipo the photogenic dog, came with me. I took some photographs of him looking at the horizon as well and went back to Little Doggy with scraped knees but a grin on my face.

The next day I wasn’t all that tired, but lazed about the farm until I went out with Little Doggy to RUN, a fantastic Asiatic restaurant. We both moaned at the Miso Soup and varied sushi and Thai noodles and fried ice cream and sesame and rice balls with ice cream. I’m not gonna be all that surprised if I go back to Jersey having gained a few pounds! We giggled over the Asian waiters (I have a thing for their jaw-lines ;) and watched fireworks and kids running around and climbing trees in the pleasant atmosphere of the plaza where the restaurant was at.

Then, this weeks has been a little of everything...clubbing again, a lot less drunk which was goooooood. Then Christian left, which was sad. Then Wednesday was disaster day, in which some entity beyond us made sure we did not get on the boat. I guess it started with having no bread for sandwiches. And then we got bread, and we didn’t have a second ride. And when we convinced Mum to take the boys to get a canoe, there were no canoes, and their tire went flat. And when we got to the boat we had forgotten the rudder and the keys for the sides. When my uncle and the boys went to see if my aunt had a canoe, they found one in her basement, but my brother got hit in the eye by a chair, they lost the paddles so that they ended up with only one toy one and the canoe had a slight hole in it (though this was noticed later). All this was happening whilst the cousins and I practically burnt to a crisp in some kind of ‘yatch club’ which had no freaking shade available until I ran under an umbrella when some people left whilst my cousins hissed at me not to and to which I responded very loudly “I don’t care! Let them tell me off, I’m dying here”. To top this all off, my uncle came back whilst we were eating a little after three, me having woken up at 11 30 to drive there after going to sleep at around six. In the end something went wrong in the preparation of the boat so that a rope got stuch and we couldn’t go anywhere. And we had to send someone after my brother and Danish who were in a canoe somewhere far into the sea.
In the end I was so tired that I swam a little in the pool, locked myself in my room, read a bit, and then slept until ten at night in the most wonderful way. The farm is practically only place I can nap. Partly because I don’t have homework or studying or anything worrying me, nudging the back of my mind with ‘I should do this’s and “I’m wasting my time with that’s." But it’s also the atmosphere. The crickets. The thin sheets. The way it take me ages to fall asleep but it doesn’t matter, the drifting in and out. I have all the time in the world.
Of course, that meant that I wasn’t tired all night so that I stayed up until seven-eight. Again. But it was fun to lie beside the water reservoir, looking at the stars with Luna the dog by my side, until the skies lightened and the horizon turned pale. I didn’t stay long enough to see the sun actually rising and playing with lights and clouds, but went home and took a shower and went to sleep smiling.

I spent today reading ‘a spot of bother’ mostly. Painting. Blowing bubbles. And then talking to my 13-year-old cousin about how the trials of love are affecting her. Which sounds funnier than I find it. But let’s not get into that.
And now it’s just Tato (my uncle) and Carmen (my cousin) and me in Club Nintendo (a room with all the computers and TV and Wii). Carmen is playing Resident Evil on the Wii, shrieking “Die! Diediediedie! Aaaah!...Is he dead? Eeeek, he’s not dead- Tato, Tato, they won’t die oh my god they’re zombies!” Aaah aaah aaah!” at the screen. And when I ay shrieking I mean shrieking. I’ve seen this game being played by about five different people and she is my far the scariest player out of all of them. And funniest.
She’s killing chickens now...and giggling rather madly. I’m severely disturbed. Aaahaha! She tried killing a cow with her knife (under my suggestion, I have to admit) and it turned around and butted her with her horns. I gasped loudly and she starting wailing that the whole town was crazy. Though in my opinion, Leon is also missing a few screws.

“Your right hand comes off?”

So...yes. Almost worried about results. Hoping to go to Aqualandia. Going to sleep at six. Getting up at one. Pool. Sun.
That’s about it.