The cafe is chilly. And I'm cold. And bored. And trying to write a paper that requires no creativity or intelligence to write correctly. We were given the articles to read and the prompt was extremely specific. Now, I like specific prompts so I know what to write, but when the prompt pretty much gives you each paragraph topic, it's just a tad bit overkill, especially for college students.
1. Research paper: a paper that you do research on a topic to write a paper on. This is NOT A RESEARCH PAPER!!! We were given the sheets and then told to read them (and them ONLY) and write the paper on them. That's not research. That's like any other history paper where you use handouts and the textbook.
2. 5-6 pages: it's impossible to write only 5-6 pages on this topic and do any type of in-depth discussion of all the subjects mentioned in the prompt. That would take pages and pages. You could write one 5-6 page paper on the Nullification Crisis alone and there could still be more said about it! I've got 3 pages so far and a good 2 of them are on the Nullification Crisis. I'm going over the page limit. I know that. I just will. And the pathetic part is.....I DON'T FLIPPING CARE!!!!! (See, Raul, you can use strong words....just not bad ones. Hee hee hee. I feel like Pandaros. It's just a good thing that I'm not as dumb as I made Pandaros....or as easily swayed by a pretty girl telling me she likes war heroes and my muscles. Wow....I'm being weird.)
3. Blah blah blahbitty blah blah. Yup. That's all.
Have a nice day all....enjoy not wasting hours writing on a president you really don't care about on things that don't really matter anymore...they're in the past. :D
Emma out.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
What's become of Saturday Morning Cartoons?
Dear Saturday Morning Cartoons,
What's happened to you? You used to be great! You were the reason I got out of bed a six o'clock in the morning as a child. Let me say that again. I willingly got up at SIX O'CLOCK on Saturday mornings of my own free will, so that you could entertain me for a few extra hours.
And not just me! Because of you, all my siblings used to wake up at precisely six o'clock in the morning, every Saturday morning without fail. And we didn't have an alarm clock either. Regardless of how much trouble we gave my mom about getting up early on school days, we were always wide awake at SIX O'CLOCK on Saturday mornings.
We would jump out of bed and then sneak into the living room. Then came the difficult task of closing our parents door which they left open at night so that they could hear if a burglar came in... or maybe it was just to make sure we didn't sneak into the kitchen at night for a late night snack.
Either way, their door was open and it NEEDED to be closed else they wake up to the sound of the TV and make us go back to bed for a few more hours.
And we couldn't just go up to the door and close it because parents notice you if you're walking. They have special child sensors which sense feet on the floor and inform them that children are out of bed too early. No, the only way to get the the door was to crawl on our hands and needs, really slowly because the slightest noise might wake them up. It never crossed our minds that if our parents really slept that lightly they'd never get any sleep because my dad snores really loud.
So we snuck (darn you spell check, that is a word! It's the past tense of sneak! I've been using it my whole life I don't care what you say!) into the living room crawling slowly in a straight line.
Then my brother would creep really close to the door, all stealthy like, and slip his hand underneath the door, ever so carefully. He'd pull it shut and we knew we were safe when we heard the latch click loudly into place and my dad's belts clack against the back of the door where he hung them. then we'd settle on the couch and turn the TV on with the volume carefully set so that we could hear it, confident that the magical power of the door would keep the sound from filtering into my parents bedroom and waking them up.
We did all this, dear Saturday Morning Cartoons, for your sake and yours alone. We spent hours perfecting our stealth skills during the week so that when Saturday morning came we could enjoy your early hours of entertainment.
Oh the sweet joys of Saturday Morning Cartoons. So many hours spent with good animation a intriguing plot lines, lovable heroes and villains you could really hate. So many options! So many choices, providing ample opportunity for my brother and I to fight over the remote. Such wonderful memories!
Those were truly happy times, Saturday Morning Cartoons. Occasionally, I wish to revisit those times. So I will get up early, about eight o'clock, and sit in front of the TV and turn on one of the channels which once provided me with so much joy, only to find...
Wait... What!
Why is his head a triangle?!
What's with the platypus?!
Why does the surfboard have teeth?!!!!!!
The plot is... triangle boy and green-haired boy make a crazy invention which seems to cause problems for sister which are in fact caused by the platypus fighting the villain. Sister tries to show mom what the boys are doing only to have all evidence disappear through some really bizarre coincidence, right before mom gets there.
Okay... well that was not at all interesting...
And really... what's with the green-haired dudes pants?
Moving on...
Whoa... whoa... WHAT?!
We have... fish? I guess they are fish... It's kind of like someone's bizarre attempt at Sponge Bob only really badly done.
Plot?... um... they're fish in a fish tank at a pet shop and... they jump between tanks?... and... they play in the toilet?... and... I might be losing brain cells.....................
NEXT!
... um... um... What are they?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Dude! quit saying Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease.... etc.
Yes! let him eat the poisoned purple nurples! Then he can die and stop killing my brain.
Why are they called purple nurples?!?!?! Why would anyone want to eat something called a purple nurple?!?!?1?!
MUST...
STOP....
STUPIDITY.................
LOSING....
BRAIN CELLS........
...
...
Dear Saturday Morning Cartoons,
I plan on having kids one day and I want them to be able to get plenty of practice in the art of stealth on Saturday mornings. I will not be able to allow this if you insist on destroying brain cells. My kids need their brain cells and I need mine too!
Please!
If you can't come up with any decent new ideas, at least go back to airing the old shows that everyone loves so that I can rest assured that my future children will be able to watch quality animation and make good grades in school.
Thank you,
Cecilia
What's happened to you? You used to be great! You were the reason I got out of bed a six o'clock in the morning as a child. Let me say that again. I willingly got up at SIX O'CLOCK on Saturday mornings of my own free will, so that you could entertain me for a few extra hours.
And not just me! Because of you, all my siblings used to wake up at precisely six o'clock in the morning, every Saturday morning without fail. And we didn't have an alarm clock either. Regardless of how much trouble we gave my mom about getting up early on school days, we were always wide awake at SIX O'CLOCK on Saturday mornings.
We would jump out of bed and then sneak into the living room. Then came the difficult task of closing our parents door which they left open at night so that they could hear if a burglar came in... or maybe it was just to make sure we didn't sneak into the kitchen at night for a late night snack.
Either way, their door was open and it NEEDED to be closed else they wake up to the sound of the TV and make us go back to bed for a few more hours.
And we couldn't just go up to the door and close it because parents notice you if you're walking. They have special child sensors which sense feet on the floor and inform them that children are out of bed too early. No, the only way to get the the door was to crawl on our hands and needs, really slowly because the slightest noise might wake them up. It never crossed our minds that if our parents really slept that lightly they'd never get any sleep because my dad snores really loud.
So we snuck (darn you spell check, that is a word! It's the past tense of sneak! I've been using it my whole life I don't care what you say!) into the living room crawling slowly in a straight line.
Then my brother would creep really close to the door, all stealthy like, and slip his hand underneath the door, ever so carefully. He'd pull it shut and we knew we were safe when we heard the latch click loudly into place and my dad's belts clack against the back of the door where he hung them. then we'd settle on the couch and turn the TV on with the volume carefully set so that we could hear it, confident that the magical power of the door would keep the sound from filtering into my parents bedroom and waking them up.
We did all this, dear Saturday Morning Cartoons, for your sake and yours alone. We spent hours perfecting our stealth skills during the week so that when Saturday morning came we could enjoy your early hours of entertainment.
Oh the sweet joys of Saturday Morning Cartoons. So many hours spent with good animation a intriguing plot lines, lovable heroes and villains you could really hate. So many options! So many choices, providing ample opportunity for my brother and I to fight over the remote. Such wonderful memories!
Those were truly happy times, Saturday Morning Cartoons. Occasionally, I wish to revisit those times. So I will get up early, about eight o'clock, and sit in front of the TV and turn on one of the channels which once provided me with so much joy, only to find...
Wait... What!
Why is his head a triangle?!
What's with the platypus?!
Why does the surfboard have teeth?!!!!!!
The plot is... triangle boy and green-haired boy make a crazy invention which seems to cause problems for sister which are in fact caused by the platypus fighting the villain. Sister tries to show mom what the boys are doing only to have all evidence disappear through some really bizarre coincidence, right before mom gets there.
Okay... well that was not at all interesting...
And really... what's with the green-haired dudes pants?
Moving on...
Whoa... whoa... WHAT?!
We have... fish? I guess they are fish... It's kind of like someone's bizarre attempt at Sponge Bob only really badly done.
Plot?... um... they're fish in a fish tank at a pet shop and... they jump between tanks?... and... they play in the toilet?... and... I might be losing brain cells.....................
NEXT!
... um... um... What are they?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Dude! quit saying Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease.... etc.
Yes! let him eat the poisoned purple nurples! Then he can die and stop killing my brain.
Why are they called purple nurples?!?!?! Why would anyone want to eat something called a purple nurple?!?!?1?!
MUST...
STOP....
STUPIDITY.................
LOSING....
BRAIN CELLS........
...
...
Dear Saturday Morning Cartoons,
I plan on having kids one day and I want them to be able to get plenty of practice in the art of stealth on Saturday mornings. I will not be able to allow this if you insist on destroying brain cells. My kids need their brain cells and I need mine too!
Please!
If you can't come up with any decent new ideas, at least go back to airing the old shows that everyone loves so that I can rest assured that my future children will be able to watch quality animation and make good grades in school.
Thank you,
Cecilia
Monday, March 7, 2011
Spring Break with Raul and Cecilia - Day 1
Technically, our Spring break began when we left the University and headed toward Raul's house on Friday. However I'm not going to count that as Day 1 because... well, because I'm not. Brief rundown of what happened Friday evening:
- left the school right after choir and drove for an hour
- got to Raul's house and made hot dogs (Raul heat's the buns up on a steam tray on top of the pot - 'tis funny)
-Raul played video games for a few hours and we watched Howl's Moving Castle (Raul was still playing video games while we watched)
-We ate fondue with Raul's parents. YUM! Desert was yellow cake with coconut icing. Raul's dad kept saying "coco" which may or may not have been a mating call - we don't want to know.
Raul: ._.; (that's a face... a very embarrassed face. Henceforth, my contraries will be placed in parentheses directly after each thing I will comment on. Enjoy.)
-Raul played more video games and I went to bed
So that was Friday.
Saturday we got an early start... or I did anyway. I woke up at 8:30. Raul, being Raul, didn't wake up until 9:00 when his mom dragged him out of bed (hey, I'm not a morning person, ok?!) for his optometrist appointment which was at 10:00. We had a quick breakfast of boyos and headed off to the optometrist.
The place was super crowded and they were playing "Phineas and Ferb" on the TV in the waiting room. They followed that up with "Fish Hooks" and between Disney's two really sad attempts to make decent Saturday morning cartoons, I swear I lost a thousand brain cells. Honestly, what happened to the good old Disney cartoons with good animation and interesting plot lines?
We spent an hour and a half in the waiting room before Raul finally went in for his appointment. Meanwhile, I went for a walk around the shopping plaza, taking care to avoid the boy-scouts in front of Publix as I went. I stopped at Pet Supermarket, hoping to pet the hamsters or the rabbits or even a guinea pig, but they just had to have Plexiglas covers over the cages... no fair!
Raul's appointment lasted only 1/4 the time that we spent in the waiting room and we were soon on our way. We stopped at McDonald's for lunch and Raul decided to order sundaes for us and his parents. But the ice cream machine wasn't working so they had us pull forward while they tried to fix it.
Meanwhile... there was a duck.
(This is my car? Why is my car a trapezoid?!? And where's the ground!??!??)
Well, it was a real duck but you get the picture. (It also wasn't smiling like that...)
The duck wandered around for awhile and then decided to cross in front of the car. We sat and watched as it went into some bushes and then came back out. I decided to through (you mean throw? Gosh, Ceci) a french fry out of Raul's window (it almost hit me). The duck came waddling over and a bunch of black birds flew down. I'm not sure who got the french fry but the duck clearly wanted more so he stared at us (yeah, good job, Ceci).
It was creepy (made more so by the fact that the interior of my car is equally trapezoidal and devoid of any other features apparently).
The guy finally brought us our sundaes and the duck disappeared. I said, "Where's the duck?" And the guy said, "It's right in front of the car!" so we waited for the duck to move and then went back to Publix and then back to Raul's house before starting out on our trip to the beach (That had been the most fun trip I've ever had to that McDonald's. Touche, Ceci).
A word of advice - check the weather before heading out to the beach (duly noted).
We saw that it was cloudy before we left. It soon started drizzling but we figured it wouldn't last too long - it's not like there was a giant black cloud looming to the east warning us of the coming deluge - oh, right! There was! (Duly. Noted.)
We decided to go to the beach anyway and wait for the rain to pass. We got to Ft. Lauderdale and there's this big art show thing going on along Las Olas Blvd. which happens to be the road we need to take to get to the beach.
But the road is closed for the day and so we are detoured amidst a ton of traffic through all these tiny side streets, which ended up something like this (red line indicates our path):
(The parts not shown below the map are when the roads detoured us to Narnia).
So I'm not entirely sure how but we eventually made it to the beach (back on Earth, of course). Only it was still raining and it was really crowded. Who would have thought that it would be crowded on Ft. Lauderdale beach on a Saturday? (Duly noted!) So Raul decides to drive along the beach looking for a less crowded area. Meanwhile, it's still pouring (Dude, let it go!). At some point we decide to give up on the beach and go to a museum instead (read: Ceci steals my phone and searches for museums, because amidst 50 clubs, bars, and a hooters nearby, looking for a museum is, of course, the better choice, right?) I take his IPhone and start looking for the Art Museum and the Science museum and finding prices and such for both. Meanwhile, Raul is still driving along the beach in the opposite direction of where we need to go. He eventually decides to turn around only to end up going the wrong way on a one way road because he failed to see the 'Do Not Enter' sign.
(For the last time, IT. WASN'T. FACING. US. If it was, you could have said something, vs. waiting for the incoming car to do it for you! What is this, a lesson? Who teaches lessons in the middle of driving through weird avenues??? Were you high?!?)
After nearly getting us killed (yup, definitely high), he continued to look for a place to turn around, only he kept ending up in dead-ends.
(Warning: actual driving course may contain more loop-de-loops and corkscrews than shown.)
We finally made it out to Oakland Park Blvd, way north of where we needed to be. Luckily Raul's IPhone was able to get us to the Art Museum just fine.
Of course, it was still raining. We managed to find a parking garage about two block (lolsingularwordwhenitshouldbepluralextravaganza) from the museum. We then had to walk through the pouring rain to get there. (The red X marks where we left the car)
After convincing the sales lady that we just wanted to see the free, everyday exhibit and not the $39.00 Vatican Splendors exhibit (Ceci: which I would have loved to see if it weren't so expensive, Raul: and if I wasn't broke), we spent about an hour looking at colored squares and portraits of people nobody knows. Then we headed back out and decided to find the Museum of Science and Discovery which is at:
Note well the circled areas on the map and the X with the question marks which indicates our confusion on where to go. We decide to consult the IPhone.
The IPhone informed us that The Museum was where the X is on the map... so we went that way.
Well, we sort of took the scenic route which took us past this Bird Guy with two Macaws and a Cockatoo and then up and down these swirly ramp things which took us onto the overpass and allowed us to cross the river.
We finally reached our destination, on the other side of the tracks only to be thoroughly confused because we'd somehow ended up in the slums of Ft. Lauderdale. Even though we were exactly where the IPhone told us to be, there wasn't anything in sight that might even slightly resemble a Museum of Science and Discovery.
Instead of looking like
It looked like
We were literally standing between an old body shop and some run down houses. And there was no one around, which is probably a good thing considering if there had been anyone they probably would have jumped us. (Nah, we were safe. We looked disheveled and poor, after all)
So we started looking for the museum think (gRAmMaR) that it had to be around there somewhere cause the IPhone said it was. We walked up and down the road searching for it before realizing that the stupid phone had gotten us entirely lost (agreed: iPhone =/= smart).
Then I spotted it. Low and behold! (Is that really how it's spelled?...) It was on the other side of the river... where we had just came from. And apparently people aren't supposed to get around Ft. Lauderdale by foot because there are no foot bridges across the stupid river. None!
No, we had to walk all the way around to the next car bridge which also happens to be impossible to get onto by foot because there was a stupid gate at the place where there should have been a swirly ramp thing. (read: Ceci goes "This way!" Me: "No, I think it's this way. Ceci: you're not smart, it's THIS way! Me: I don't think there's gonna be a-" Ceci: "IT'S MOTHER&*$%ING THIS WAY!!!!" Me: "Alright, jeez ._." *we walk ten feet toward the supposed miracle path. Lo and behold, the wall I very much predicted to be there is, in fact, there. Me: *pulls Ceci's arm firmly toward the right direction as she contemplates climbing the barbed wire fence before silently commiserating her utter defeat.)
So we had to walk all the way around the block just to get onto the bridge and then we had to cross the bridge and nearly get hit by a couple speeding cars to get to the swirly ramp thing on the other side of the river only to discover that this swirly ramp thing was also blocked by a stupid gate. (read: Ceci: "ok, it's THISSSSSSS~~~~ way!" Me: "no, you tried to use a shortcut before and it didn't-" Ceci: "CROSS NOW!!" Car: "OMFG" Car: "AAAAAHH" Car: *into phone* "so i was like totally gonna bang- what the hell? Nothing, almost ran over some kids, so anyway..." Ceci: "THIS IS FUN!!!" Me: heart rate. Failing. Need medical atTHERE'S ANOTHER &*$%ING WALL THERE!!!!" Ceci: *utterly defeated and pwned once more*
So we had to walk all the way down the bridge along the road with the speeding cars that try to kill us.
We finally got to the Museum and saw the crazy gravity clock thing Raul remembered from when he had been there as a kid (yayyyyy). The balls are carried up and they go through all these tubes which somehow make the clock work... don't ask me to explain it. It just looks cool.
After the impossibly long walk we had just taken... we decided not to go the museum (read: still broke :D). We were both pretty tired. So we went back to the car, which didn't take us very long...
Sigh... (Sigh...... *face-palm*)
We went back to Raul's house and played more video games. Then we ate dinner and his Dad kept saying "badadum badadum, que pena!" which may have also been a mating call... I'm not sure. (k, first, it was "bararam, bararam, que pena!" and second, shut up!) We went back to video games, or Raul did anyway. I stole his controller at one point and tried to play but he didn't like how I played so he stole it back. (The concept of a map and compass eluded her to the point that a corner of a building in the game successfully stole thirty seconds of both our lives as she proceeded to force the character to figure out how exactly he is meant to phase himself through solid matter. Ceci: I NO KNOW WHERE TA GO, OH MY GOSH) I went to bed. (me too)
Thus ends Day 1 of Spring Break.
- left the school right after choir and drove for an hour
- got to Raul's house and made hot dogs (Raul heat's the buns up on a steam tray on top of the pot - 'tis funny)
-Raul played video games for a few hours and we watched Howl's Moving Castle (Raul was still playing video games while we watched)
-We ate fondue with Raul's parents. YUM! Desert was yellow cake with coconut icing. Raul's dad kept saying "coco" which may or may not have been a mating call - we don't want to know.
Raul: ._.; (that's a face... a very embarrassed face. Henceforth, my contraries will be placed in parentheses directly after each thing I will comment on. Enjoy.)
-Raul played more video games and I went to bed
So that was Friday.
Saturday we got an early start... or I did anyway. I woke up at 8:30. Raul, being Raul, didn't wake up until 9:00 when his mom dragged him out of bed (hey, I'm not a morning person, ok?!) for his optometrist appointment which was at 10:00. We had a quick breakfast of boyos and headed off to the optometrist.
The place was super crowded and they were playing "Phineas and Ferb" on the TV in the waiting room. They followed that up with "Fish Hooks" and between Disney's two really sad attempts to make decent Saturday morning cartoons, I swear I lost a thousand brain cells. Honestly, what happened to the good old Disney cartoons with good animation and interesting plot lines?
This to This?
We spent an hour and a half in the waiting room before Raul finally went in for his appointment. Meanwhile, I went for a walk around the shopping plaza, taking care to avoid the boy-scouts in front of Publix as I went. I stopped at Pet Supermarket, hoping to pet the hamsters or the rabbits or even a guinea pig, but they just had to have Plexiglas covers over the cages... no fair!
Raul's appointment lasted only 1/4 the time that we spent in the waiting room and we were soon on our way. We stopped at McDonald's for lunch and Raul decided to order sundaes for us and his parents. But the ice cream machine wasn't working so they had us pull forward while they tried to fix it.
Meanwhile... there was a duck.
Well, it was a real duck but you get the picture. (It also wasn't smiling like that...)
The duck wandered around for awhile and then decided to cross in front of the car. We sat and watched as it went into some bushes and then came back out. I decided to through (you mean throw? Gosh, Ceci) a french fry out of Raul's window (it almost hit me). The duck came waddling over and a bunch of black birds flew down. I'm not sure who got the french fry but the duck clearly wanted more so he stared at us (yeah, good job, Ceci).
It was creepy (made more so by the fact that the interior of my car is equally trapezoidal and devoid of any other features apparently).
The guy finally brought us our sundaes and the duck disappeared. I said, "Where's the duck?" And the guy said, "It's right in front of the car!" so we waited for the duck to move and then went back to Publix and then back to Raul's house before starting out on our trip to the beach (That had been the most fun trip I've ever had to that McDonald's. Touche, Ceci).
A word of advice - check the weather before heading out to the beach (duly noted).
We saw that it was cloudy before we left. It soon started drizzling but we figured it wouldn't last too long - it's not like there was a giant black cloud looming to the east warning us of the coming deluge - oh, right! There was! (Duly. Noted.)
We decided to go to the beach anyway and wait for the rain to pass. We got to Ft. Lauderdale and there's this big art show thing going on along Las Olas Blvd. which happens to be the road we need to take to get to the beach.
But the road is closed for the day and so we are detoured amidst a ton of traffic through all these tiny side streets, which ended up something like this (red line indicates our path):
So I'm not entirely sure how but we eventually made it to the beach (back on Earth, of course). Only it was still raining and it was really crowded. Who would have thought that it would be crowded on Ft. Lauderdale beach on a Saturday? (Duly noted!) So Raul decides to drive along the beach looking for a less crowded area. Meanwhile, it's still pouring (Dude, let it go!). At some point we decide to give up on the beach and go to a museum instead (read: Ceci steals my phone and searches for museums, because amidst 50 clubs, bars, and a hooters nearby, looking for a museum is, of course, the better choice, right?) I take his IPhone and start looking for the Art Museum and the Science museum and finding prices and such for both. Meanwhile, Raul is still driving along the beach in the opposite direction of where we need to go. He eventually decides to turn around only to end up going the wrong way on a one way road because he failed to see the 'Do Not Enter' sign.
(For the last time, IT. WASN'T. FACING. US. If it was, you could have said something, vs. waiting for the incoming car to do it for you! What is this, a lesson? Who teaches lessons in the middle of driving through weird avenues??? Were you high?!?)
After nearly getting us killed (yup, definitely high), he continued to look for a place to turn around, only he kept ending up in dead-ends.
We finally made it out to Oakland Park Blvd, way north of where we needed to be. Luckily Raul's IPhone was able to get us to the Art Museum just fine.
Of course, it was still raining. We managed to find a parking garage about two block (lolsingularwordwhenitshouldbepluralextravaganza) from the museum. We then had to walk through the pouring rain to get there. (The red X marks where we left the car)
After convincing the sales lady that we just wanted to see the free, everyday exhibit and not the $39.00 Vatican Splendors exhibit (Ceci: which I would have loved to see if it weren't so expensive, Raul: and if I wasn't broke), we spent about an hour looking at colored squares and portraits of people nobody knows. Then we headed back out and decided to find the Museum of Science and Discovery which is at:
401 Southwest 2nd Street (<---- that's secretly a 5)
Fort Lauderdale, FL 33312
Fort Lauderdale, FL 33312
The IPhone informed us that The Museum was where the X is on the map... so we went that way.
Well, we sort of took the scenic route which took us past this Bird Guy with two Macaws and a Cockatoo and then up and down these swirly ramp things which took us onto the overpass and allowed us to cross the river.
We finally reached our destination, on the other side of the tracks only to be thoroughly confused because we'd somehow ended up in the slums of Ft. Lauderdale. Even though we were exactly where the IPhone told us to be, there wasn't anything in sight that might even slightly resemble a Museum of Science and Discovery.
Instead of looking like
It looked like
We were literally standing between an old body shop and some run down houses. And there was no one around, which is probably a good thing considering if there had been anyone they probably would have jumped us. (Nah, we were safe. We looked disheveled and poor, after all)
So we started looking for the museum think (gRAmMaR) that it had to be around there somewhere cause the IPhone said it was. We walked up and down the road searching for it before realizing that the stupid phone had gotten us entirely lost (agreed: iPhone =/= smart).
Then I spotted it. Low and behold! (Is that really how it's spelled?...) It was on the other side of the river... where we had just came from. And apparently people aren't supposed to get around Ft. Lauderdale by foot because there are no foot bridges across the stupid river. None!
No, we had to walk all the way around to the next car bridge which also happens to be impossible to get onto by foot because there was a stupid gate at the place where there should have been a swirly ramp thing. (read: Ceci goes "This way!" Me: "No, I think it's this way. Ceci: you're not smart, it's THIS way! Me: I don't think there's gonna be a-" Ceci: "IT'S MOTHER&*$%ING THIS WAY!!!!" Me: "Alright, jeez ._." *we walk ten feet toward the supposed miracle path. Lo and behold, the wall I very much predicted to be there is, in fact, there. Me: *pulls Ceci's arm firmly toward the right direction as she contemplates climbing the barbed wire fence before silently commiserating her utter defeat.)
So we had to walk all the way around the block just to get onto the bridge and then we had to cross the bridge and nearly get hit by a couple speeding cars to get to the swirly ramp thing on the other side of the river only to discover that this swirly ramp thing was also blocked by a stupid gate. (read: Ceci: "ok, it's THISSSSSSS~~~~ way!" Me: "no, you tried to use a shortcut before and it didn't-" Ceci: "CROSS NOW!!" Car: "OMFG" Car: "AAAAAHH" Car: *into phone* "so i was like totally gonna bang- what the hell? Nothing, almost ran over some kids, so anyway..." Ceci: "THIS IS FUN!!!" Me: heart rate. Failing. Need medical atTHERE'S ANOTHER &*$%ING WALL THERE!!!!" Ceci: *utterly defeated and pwned once more*
So we had to walk all the way down the bridge along the road with the speeding cars that try to kill us.
We finally got to the Museum and saw the crazy gravity clock thing Raul remembered from when he had been there as a kid (yayyyyy). The balls are carried up and they go through all these tubes which somehow make the clock work... don't ask me to explain it. It just looks cool.
After the impossibly long walk we had just taken... we decided not to go the museum (read: still broke :D). We were both pretty tired. So we went back to the car, which didn't take us very long...
Sigh... (Sigh...... *face-palm*)
We went back to Raul's house and played more video games. Then we ate dinner and his Dad kept saying "badadum badadum, que pena!" which may have also been a mating call... I'm not sure. (k, first, it was "bararam, bararam, que pena!" and second, shut up!) We went back to video games, or Raul did anyway. I stole his controller at one point and tried to play but he didn't like how I played so he stole it back. (The concept of a map and compass eluded her to the point that a corner of a building in the game successfully stole thirty seconds of both our lives as she proceeded to force the character to figure out how exactly he is meant to phase himself through solid matter. Ceci: I NO KNOW WHERE TA GO, OH MY GOSH) I went to bed. (me too)
Thus ends Day 1 of Spring Break.
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