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My family's yearly week at Virginia Beach being over with, I return to the internet. And I didn't even miss the PotC wankfest discussion schedualed on fanfic_hate.
The beach was great fun, even though we never managed to get decent surfing waves--possibly a blessing in disguise, since trying to use my Dad's 9'6" longboard usually results in my being covered in so many bruises that I look like the victim of an abusive boyfriend. Certain stress-producing family members were conspiciously absent, so this year was much more relaxed than last year, and my six-year-old cousin Molly, whom I babysat for most of the week, is absolutely adorable. Also, everyone read my fanfics (the printed-out, edited-for-content-so-as-not-to-offend-my-family's-conservative-sensabilities versions), which was nicely ego boosting, my hair is now a perfect sunstreaked blonde you'd have to pay a fortune for in a salon, and I only sunburned about 1/4 of my body this time.
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figliaperduta and we went to see Spiderman 2, which meant that I got to do all of my obnoxious fangirl squeeing the company of someone who understands when I bounce gleefully in my theatre seat and announce that I want Doc Oc's metal tentacle-arms for pets (I'm not kidding. Those things were friggin' adorable. And brilliantly animated, too. I've never seen a set of F-18 ammunition loaders with such personality before).
The beach was great fun, even though we never managed to get decent surfing waves--possibly a blessing in disguise, since trying to use my Dad's 9'6" longboard usually results in my being covered in so many bruises that I look like the victim of an abusive boyfriend. Certain stress-producing family members were conspiciously absent, so this year was much more relaxed than last year, and my six-year-old cousin Molly, whom I babysat for most of the week, is absolutely adorable. Also, everyone read my fanfics (the printed-out, edited-for-content-so-as-not-to-offend-my-family's-conservative-sensabilities versions), which was nicely ego boosting, my hair is now a perfect sunstreaked blonde you'd have to pay a fortune for in a salon, and I only sunburned about 1/4 of my body this time.
Friday night, I hooked up with
figliaperduta and we went to see Spiderman 2, which meant that I got to do all of my obnoxious fangirl squeeing the company of someone who understands when I bounce gleefully in my theatre seat and announce that I want Doc Oc's metal tentacle-arms for pets (I'm not kidding. Those things were friggin' adorable. And brilliantly animated, too. I've never seen a set of F-18 ammunition loaders with such personality before).