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Like a buttery smear to a usually vapid piece of bread, I was blessed with a generous summer break.
Now that it's over, I am happy enough to share.
The beginning of the season started out nicely. I passed all of my classes with little fuss, braved my geometry exams to find out I passed with nine points extra, and discovered my utmost courage of certain things. Then when things transitioned into that dull feeling of freedom away from looming the responsibilities of schoolwork, I kicked back with a few if not many instances of physical exertion I am proud of. With the help of a good friend, a little bit of our five acres are looking dandy and clean(well, the parts I kept up on). After which, I acquired a weapon. A Crosman pellet revolver pistol capable of mass murdering thousands of innocent Dr Pepper cans. This weapon was given to me with care, and that is what I will use it with; all I don't know about it is how to lubricate the barrel. Ah, but I will figure it out without any sexual innuendos.
By the midst of June, I was swept up by PoultryChamp
to the Monte Cristo townsite, a now-ghost town of an old mining community east of Everett. The hike was an eight mile one; four miles in, four miles out. While my sister and I were writhing in pain as the muscles in our feet gave out, I, personally, loved the hike. The hike was gorgeous, and at no point did I not stop to look at the scenery when it was time to rest. The glacial mountain tops, the carpet of firs, the tits of rocky splendor, the limited remains of a Northwestern Deadwood... all of it a splendid memory.
By the end of June, I was up there in Oso with relatives who gave me a good time. The landslide was dramatic, but at my point of view, it did not look impressive. While enormous, it... wasn't. Being there was haunting nonetheless, but there comes a time when you don't
clear-cut a sensitive glacial moraine composed of fine-grain sand, silt, and mud due to the profuse Northwestern waters.
When August rolled around, I was swept up again by PoultryChamp
to a place called Jetty Island off the naval base of Everett. In my entire life, that was the first time I took a ride in a boat, touching salt water, and tasting it too. There was much fun to be had on the Jetty. I played in the sand, caught darting clams, watched seals, dug up shrimp, and ran away from crustaceans. Despite the fear from the rumbles of close and distant thunder, I had a blast on the island and would some day want to go back.
At the end of August, my uncle appeared. My fun, exciting uncle Butch. He hasn't changed a bit. With his assistance, I was taken to Paine Field in Mukilteo to visit the Flight Heritage Collection. This was after I had started playing, and genuinely enjoying, War Thunder as well as Skyrim, The Walking Dead, and The Wolf Among Us. The one plane that I singled out as my favourite was on display at that museum, and having tested the plane in War Thunder's gracefully realistic simulator, I went berserk and took many pictures of it.
I conclude my summer with a comment about media and interests. I was given Skyrim, The Walking Dead, and The Walking Dead Season Two by a benevolent, courteous comrade. Plus, I played The Wolf Among Us with him as the player and me as the chooser. Out of the four games, I simply adored all of them. Skyrim is a beautiful, vast game, and I am happy to be playing it. Already up to level fifty and I cannot be any happier. As much as The Walking Dead is concerned, I've definitely finished them both without much of a fuss. The two games were intriguing, and it wasn't long until I appreciated either. Now, as far as television series' and movies go, I started the summer out by watching Das Boot and ended the summer by keeping up on Hell on Wheels. Das Boot is an intense movie and a must see for anyone interested in the war genre, and while it was a little slow at times, I had absolutely no problem with watching it... eight full times. Because of the movie, and other past influences, I am currently learning German and am now the equivalent of a toddler. I plan to keep that up as well as my Japanese, Futhark, Orgitimis, and any other languages I want to learn. Hell on Wheels, though, that's a different story. I started out not liking it very much because I value Deadwood ten times as much due to the fact Hell on Wheels is a bit too modernized and watered down for my tastes, but as it is something to watch, it's definitely fun and exciting. Unnecessary and redundant at times, the series isn't that bad. Aaahh...
I nearly forgot something increasingly important. I also watched, and very much
enjoyed The Tudors as well as NBC's Dracula, August Rush, The Children of Huang Shi, Ride With The Devil, Belle du Siegneur, Bend It Like Beckham, and Match Point. By now if you've seen any two or more of those, it's obvious I am in it for the actor Jonathan Rhys Meyers, who is actively one of my recent favourite actors. I could go on and on about how good he looks, but I want to end this journal on a more fluid note than that.
That sums up my summer pretty well. I may pick up on writing journals in the future, but it's not that big of a chance. I will from now on, however, share six thumbs instead of five because the proportions fit a little better inside the journal. Plus, it allows for one more person to be acknowledged.
Happy trails to you.
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