Like on another planet
Mar. 25th, 2006 10:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pacificpikachuSo, we headed up to the snow today. It...meh, wasn't that great of a trip for me.
The drive to Boreal normally takes about fifty minutes. Today--because it was snowing and there were serious traffic issues (we were stuck in one place for over an hour at one point), the drive there took at least two hours, if not more. ._.; And not only that--my usual point of going on drives at all is to listen to music, and Dad subjected me to his music the whole drive there. This is not generally a bad thing (as he and I agree to some extent on music taste), but when it's his old bands he's listened to ad nauseum since the day I was born...augh, it gets a tad irritating.
Not only that--by the time we dropped the boys off at Boreal, it was too late to go to Reno and get any anime, so I was left feeling somewhat frustrated by what seemed to be a big waste of time. It...basically was.
I thought a lot in the car. Normally, this is a good thing, but seeing as I've been so emotional lately, I didn't end up coming to any epiphanies and instead just ended up trapping myself in my own mindset. So...that was bit hard, and made me feel a little physically sick. I tried to come up with solutions--any solutions at all that wouldn't involve great emotional pain on anyone's part, but...at least at this point, there don't seem to be any of those. I realize this is mostly because of the way my mind is currently set up, but I can't do a lot about this because it's still recovering from the first change I made, and I think it would be downright impossible to do any major mind reconfigurations at all at this point in time. So...hard time there. Dad just thought I was mad because we didn't get to do what I wanted to do, but in truth it was merely that I was mulling over things in a less-than-positive sense.
Dad tried to make it up to me by buying me a strawberry smoothie...thing (which was really good) in Truckee, but I still wasn't exactly a happy camper. After that, we pretty much just went to hang out at the Boreal lodge while waiting for Ryan and Jake to finish their snowboarding.
Because there was about six feet of snow there (and because a lot of that was really fluffy, untouched powder), Boreal looked downright surreal. Seriously--like something out of another planet. It was really strange feeling, even being in that sort of snow--especially at night. I couldn't help but feel a little bit of awe, even if it was mixed with some annoyance.
The lodge was...less than exciting. I got some french fries, a hard boiled egg, and some sour gummy bears and sat around for quite a while. You'd think the lodge would be nice and cozy and pretty, but truth be told, it rather looks like a school cafeteria. Strange indeed.
At least on the way back I got control of the CD player. I listened to Yuki Kajiura's Fiction (thanks![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hitchi!), some of Sousei no Aquarion OST 2, and about half of Wolf's Rain OST 2. It was a slow, albeit not too bad, trip the way back. We had to go less than 30 MPH, and it was snowing almost the whole way back. I continued to angst and wonder what I'm going to do.
When we got home, Ryan was channel surfing and found Princess Mononoke, so all four of us sat down and watched the last half hour or so of that. I love that movie so much. ♥ Dad even said the animation is much, much more impressive than he remembered it being, which is a good sign because he downright hated Mononoke the first time he saw it. ._.;
That's all. Not feeling too great...I'd better go to bed or something. -_-;;
The drive to Boreal normally takes about fifty minutes. Today--because it was snowing and there were serious traffic issues (we were stuck in one place for over an hour at one point), the drive there took at least two hours, if not more. ._.; And not only that--my usual point of going on drives at all is to listen to music, and Dad subjected me to his music the whole drive there. This is not generally a bad thing (as he and I agree to some extent on music taste), but when it's his old bands he's listened to ad nauseum since the day I was born...augh, it gets a tad irritating.
Not only that--by the time we dropped the boys off at Boreal, it was too late to go to Reno and get any anime, so I was left feeling somewhat frustrated by what seemed to be a big waste of time. It...basically was.
I thought a lot in the car. Normally, this is a good thing, but seeing as I've been so emotional lately, I didn't end up coming to any epiphanies and instead just ended up trapping myself in my own mindset. So...that was bit hard, and made me feel a little physically sick. I tried to come up with solutions--any solutions at all that wouldn't involve great emotional pain on anyone's part, but...at least at this point, there don't seem to be any of those. I realize this is mostly because of the way my mind is currently set up, but I can't do a lot about this because it's still recovering from the first change I made, and I think it would be downright impossible to do any major mind reconfigurations at all at this point in time. So...hard time there. Dad just thought I was mad because we didn't get to do what I wanted to do, but in truth it was merely that I was mulling over things in a less-than-positive sense.
Dad tried to make it up to me by buying me a strawberry smoothie...thing (which was really good) in Truckee, but I still wasn't exactly a happy camper. After that, we pretty much just went to hang out at the Boreal lodge while waiting for Ryan and Jake to finish their snowboarding.
Because there was about six feet of snow there (and because a lot of that was really fluffy, untouched powder), Boreal looked downright surreal. Seriously--like something out of another planet. It was really strange feeling, even being in that sort of snow--especially at night. I couldn't help but feel a little bit of awe, even if it was mixed with some annoyance.
The lodge was...less than exciting. I got some french fries, a hard boiled egg, and some sour gummy bears and sat around for quite a while. You'd think the lodge would be nice and cozy and pretty, but truth be told, it rather looks like a school cafeteria. Strange indeed.
At least on the way back I got control of the CD player. I listened to Yuki Kajiura's Fiction (thanks
hitchi!), some of Sousei no Aquarion OST 2, and about half of Wolf's Rain OST 2. It was a slow, albeit not too bad, trip the way back. We had to go less than 30 MPH, and it was snowing almost the whole way back. I continued to angst and wonder what I'm going to do.When we got home, Ryan was channel surfing and found Princess Mononoke, so all four of us sat down and watched the last half hour or so of that. I love that movie so much. ♥ Dad even said the animation is much, much more impressive than he remembered it being, which is a good sign because he downright hated Mononoke the first time he saw it. ._.;
That's all. Not feeling too great...I'd better go to bed or something. -_-;;
