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clipsieSilence can be quite deafening. Very much so, yet why does it seem to bring a form of happiness?
So, got back from my little trip. I love playing the tourist. So much fun. Doesn't matter where I go, I'll just do it. Maybe it's because I did this quite often during trips for Racquetball as a child? Most likely. I took lots of pictures, and had a fair amount of fun, despite it being only Regina/Moose Jaw/Asessippi.
Also, how do people get homesick? I doubt I'll ever understand that. Mind you, I have seen people get room-sick, which was really on crack. I saw this one time when I was at a sleep-over (first and last) with a 'friend' named Kelsi B. This was a long time ago, and it was decided we would stay in an entirely different room in her house than her bedroom. Now, it was time to go to sleep (very tired, yes), and she started to cry I do believe. Then we had to move to a different room. She also started to cry in that room, so eventually I was left in a different room and she to her bed room. This entire experience baffles me even to this day. It's your own house for crying out loud!
I actually want to go bad to Moose Jaw. I kind of liked it there.
Now, off to watch Eurovision.
So, got back from my little trip. I love playing the tourist. So much fun. Doesn't matter where I go, I'll just do it. Maybe it's because I did this quite often during trips for Racquetball as a child? Most likely. I took lots of pictures, and had a fair amount of fun, despite it being only Regina/Moose Jaw/Asessippi.
Also, how do people get homesick? I doubt I'll ever understand that. Mind you, I have seen people get room-sick, which was really on crack. I saw this one time when I was at a sleep-over (first and last) with a 'friend' named Kelsi B. This was a long time ago, and it was decided we would stay in an entirely different room in her house than her bedroom. Now, it was time to go to sleep (very tired, yes), and she started to cry I do believe. Then we had to move to a different room. She also started to cry in that room, so eventually I was left in a different room and she to her bed room. This entire experience baffles me even to this day. It's your own house for crying out loud!
I actually want to go bad to Moose Jaw. I kind of liked it there.
Now, off to watch Eurovision.