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First off--Sorry for the silence in all things Gaia for the past three or four days. Second off, aren't you glad I gave you a break from my journal? =D And finally, excuse the typos or abnormal grammar, I'm quite tired.
See? Since when do I say "I'm quite tired?"
It's not that I'm losing interest in Gaia, it's just that we went to Montana... again. I was told we were leaving the night before we left, so I was too busy packing and so much other stuff I didn't think to update my journal. I did make a couple posts after we found a hotel and I found a computer the night we left, but that's all I could manage since we were off the Virginia City the next day.
Does anyone know what Virginia City is? It's an old-timey place. D: *brainfart* Where the buildings have either been preserved or built to look like they're from the eighteen-hundreds. Pretty darn spiffy, but it was so hot I was afraid to leave I shade. I actually got a tan on one of my arms because it was in the sun on the drive over. And maybe a part of my face. My parents rented a cabin, thanks to my grandparents who were friends with the people renting them out. My brother and I slept in a loft where the ceiling slanted down against the beds. Got alot of stories about killers moths in the cabin. D: We bought candy at the candy shop, and got photographs taken in old-timey clothes with an old-timey camera in a haunted old-timey building. T'chaw. My parents went panning for gold, but I was playing a board game with my cousins I couldn't put down. I really wanted to pan for gold, and now I doubt I ever will.
But hey, how many people can say they won a game of Talisman with over twenty gold?
We went on a ghost walk... it was kind of boring. It was mostly stories of things that other people claim to have seen or had happens to them. You can't trust their word. I was more interested in this Jack guy (forget his last name) who killed alot of people in cold blood, carried around this guy's ears in his pockets, and was eventually killed himself, much to his wife's dismay. To get back at the towns people who all took part in his death, she took his body, put it in a zinc-lined coffin, filled the coffin with alcohol, and stored his body in it for two months during the winter until the trains started working again so she could bury him where he wanted to be buried. It's said that she would sleep with his coffin under her bed, or use it as a coffee table if anyone came over to visit.
We also saw four plays. Two were Vaudeville acts--I forget their full title, I never saved the programs. One was called The Moonstone, and the other was Something-toole the Barber. They were all enjoyable, I'd be willing to go back just for that. =D And my parents sat me on the edge of the second row so I'd be fair game. I was so lucky nobody picked on my during the Vaudeville acts. XD
Though, one of the actors kept staring at me during the plays. D=! Or, he was looking in my general direction, since there was this cute little boy sitting in front of me, and it looked like he couldn't keep still. =D Then again, the actor did wink... in my general direction. >__>~ *believes it's 'acuz of her beauty* Yeah. =D
Alot of other stuff happened, such as me freaking out over every little big I found. And I kept finding spiders in my hair. And that apparently, some flying ants hatched in the van, so I was swatting at bugs and freaking out the whole ride home. ; ~;!
And Horehound tastes weird.
 Leamony · Mon Aug 08, 2005 @ 06:55am · 1 Comments |
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