The printer shakes the table just enough to wobble my original G1 Optimus Prime in a slightly alarming fashion. Not enough, however, to tip him over. This is the first real big test of my printer, and it’s holding up well. It’s printing the first three chapters, plus the prelude, to my novel for
Today, I leave for Ohio. This week is surreal. I’m looking forward to that trend continuing, but in a more fun manner than it did yesterday. Introducing the “family”, so to speak.
I think I may make this week even more surreal by posting random entries from my ancient paper journal that we were assigned to write in during my stint in Junior High School. Yup, it’s too surreal not to. It’s even in cursive.
Journal Entry #1, May 1st.
My spring break was rather boring. I went up north. We went just a little bit farther north than the tip of the “thumb”. We set up camp in my Grandmother’s cabin. Then we took a leisurely drive up the side of Michigan. We finally arrived at a spot where my father used to go smelt fishing. When I put my cheap plastic waders on, then went out into the cold water, I realized my waders had a leak. After a few minutes in the freezing cold water, my feet started to go numb. I had to go back on to shore for a few minutes to gain the feeling back. After about fifteen minutes of dipping unsuccessfully, we decided the smelt weren’t running (this was in the daytime). So we packed it up and went to various parks in the area to pass the time away until it got dark. When it finally did, we went back to the spot. We took out our flashlights and found out the smelt still weren’t running. So we went to our Aunt Lorita’s house for a while and then went back to the cabin. The next day we went home. (This was the first weekend of Spring break) When we got home we were bushed. The rest of the vacation was pretty dull. I did a lot of home movie making, I even came out with two things I am sending into America’s Funniest Home Videos”
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Any errors have been transcribed as-is. I wasn’t such a bad speller back then.