Back from my week-long family trip cruising through the West Coast, jam-packed with stops at Los Angeles, San Francisco, San Jose and San Diego. Lots of stuff to write about, not so much time. Woe is my life. For my own sake, a quick recap: adorable animals at San Diego Zoo, namely the panda bears which we could not pry ourselves away from even though they exhibited minimal movement; lots of food (finally consumed the greatness that is an In-n-Out burger); concluding that my camera-whoring tendencies are hereditary; treating our GPS as a sixth family member with replies and words of praise or disparagement to its commands; unsettlingly good weather; beautiful views (Golden Gate Bridge, the sight of which promptly triggered me and my sister to burst into our first-rate, albeit slightly shrill, rendition of the “Full House” theme song); discovering my animal counterpart in the elephant seal, quite possibly the laziest creature I have ever had the amusement of watching; too much Lee ladies shopping at outdoor malls; and falling asleep to the oddly enchanting Olympics music every night.
All in all, despite the lack of relaxation with waking up early and visiting a million places in a mere 6 days, the trip was absolutely wonderful and I came out enlightened of the West Coast lifestyle and with a renewed, overwhelming love for my family who I give unending kudos to for putting up with my bouts of brattiness and ingratitude. (Props to my friends too but you guys can drop me at whim – family’s pretty much stuck with me for the rest of my life. That means you Unnie, in case you kept good on your word and found this. I deleted all the trash-talking entries about you, by the way. Kidding kidding, this is really only my third entry. Damn my sluggish writing pace. I love you!)
Anyway, I’m really sad Shawn missed out on another gold medal tonight because I think she is the cutest thing to ever walk on two extremely toned, downright brawny legs. Although I was secretly pleased that she finally placed higher than Nastia. Nahhhstttiiiaaa. My sister and I like to say her name and draw it out in an obnoxiously nasal tone when we hear it on TV. Why her parents chose to shorten Anastasia to a nickname sounding awfully similar to an adjective that evokes revulsion is beyond us.
Oops, got to go before trouble for my tardiness ensues. School in a week. Ugh/Hooray!