Other than that, today was a pretty eventful day. My PE class also discovered how flexible I am and some were both intrigued and disgusted by it. But what can you do? And my mom and I didn't make it to the Y tonight, and probably won't again until Saturday morning. While I am not too excited about having to rise early, I suppose I can't be a slacker all the time. I'll probably just fall back asleep when I get home, anyway.
I can't wait until Friday...I'll finally get to see my B-chan, after two long, boring weeks without him. It's not fair. Even though it's less than two days away, the days are just dragging on and on and they seem like they are never going to end. I just miss being in his arms...
For one reason or another I remembered my name in Hawaiian today, Wikolia. I used to have a mini license plate that had that printed on it, but it was accidently thrown away with a project of mine. It pissed me off. It was one of the very few memorabilia that I have left from my trip to Hawaii a few years ago. Another topic to cover on another day. It was so beautiful there...I can't wait until I get the chance to go back sometime.
Actually, I think I will just talk about that tonight, because everything seems to hold little or no importance. That, and the only other thing I want to talk about is Brandon and that'll only make these next couple of days go by slower and slower.
Fifth grade, only a few weeks after moving back to the ghetto suburb of Ankeny (in early January, to be exact) my older brother and I were flown out to Idaho. We were going to stay a few days with my dad, and then the four of us (Britt and myself, my dad, and Danny) were going to fly from Idaho to Washington, then from Washington to Hawaii. My aunt, uncle, and three cousins were already down there. See, every winter my grandparents (before their divorce) used to go down and spend a few months in Hawaii. My grandma always said how nice it would be to have us down there, so Papa (my grandpa) decided to fly us all down for a surprise. After my aunt and uncle and cousins had arrived in Hawaii they told Bonky (grandma) that my dad, my brothers, and I wouldn't be coming down until the next year because it was too expensive to fly us all down at the same time. Of course, Bonky believed it.
We left Idaho on a cold, snowy morning. It was rather strange, walking outside in shorts and short sleeves in the middle of winter. But the simple thought of our destination was more than enough to battle the crisp air. The plane to Washington took no time at all, but our plane was later in the day. Enough that we had to stay the night in Seattle, which was more than torture. I wanted to see so many things, visit so many places, but my father informed me that we had a very early plane and it would not be sensible to go exploring in an unfamiliar town until the wee hours of the morning. To this day I still wish I had been able to see what I wanted to and do what I had yearned to do. One of these days I'm sure as the sky is blue that I will have the opportunity to again, but when that will be I don't know.
Getting up in the morning was no walk in the park. I am a night owl, and I was not meant to see the dawn hours. But many atime I have, whether it be for flying to a far off destination or following the paths to the Bear Valley; that does not mean that I am in any way accustomed to it, however. That day was no exception, and the moment the plane had lifted from the ground I buried myself beneath a blanket and slept.
I awoke with a start when my father informed me that we had to move to a different part of the plane. Apparantely the woman behind him was complaining to the stewardess because he had his chair leaned back, and it was quite bothersome. My father would not move his seat, however, due to his lower back troubles. So, rather than have the one rather cantankerous passenger relocate to a more comfortable spot on the plane the stewardess escorted the four of us to the other end of the aircraft. Once we had been situated once more I crawled beneath my stiff, navy blanket to try and once more catch up on the sleep lost during a night of tossing and turning due to my excitement. My father had other plans for me, however, and declared that burying myself beneath a blanket in such a manner was not ladylike and quite obnoxious. Alas, I had to obey. I managed to sit up in my seat and remain fully alert until they brought around our lunch, which was either aa dull-gray colored chicken or questionable steak. I chose the chicken, which turned out to be almost acceptable; but when you are eleven and hungry such trivial things such as that matter not to you.
The rest of the plane trip was uneventful. They showed Simon Birch, I believe, but I can't recall. I could watch, but not listen. You see, there was a small fee on each set of headphones; if you did not have them, you could not hear the movie. To this day I know nothing of what that movie contains verbally, and so the story was lost to me. All that I was able to catch from the glimpses I viewed was that the end was quite tragic.
Flying over the ocean was amazing, however, and when we finally landed in Hawaii I was taken breathless by the sheer majesty of the island of Maui. It was almost too warm for me, having come from the cold of winter to this tropical island, but the soft breeze did just enough to keep me more than content. The sun was beating down mercilessly, and it seemed that from the first second we arrived I could feel it slowly poking and prodding my fair skin, plotting its demise. I had no time to worry about that, however, for we had very little time. My grandparents and cousins were at the beach at the time we arrived, and we had to make it to my grandparents' condo before they did. We wasted no time in renting a small red convertible, perfect as well as typical for tourists, and had little to know trouble finding our destination. The condo, too, was absolutely beautiful. I will go into its description, but for now I will get to Bonky's shock before I retire for the night.
We quickly changed into appropriate beach attire and left the condo. We made our way a few blocks downstreet, where as we pulled into the small parking lot we saw Bonky, Papa, and the rest of the famn damily. I still remember Bonky's face. As we approached their small gathering place beside my Papa's car, my cousin was the first to see us. Because Bonky's back was behind us Calley (my cousin) pointed dramatically and yelled, "Look!!"
Bonky turned around, and her jaw dropped. My favorite thing about Bonky is that she laughs all the time, and she is always happy. Well, when she saw us she began to laugh and to cry simultaneously, hugging each of us in turn as she asked in bewilderment, "What are you doing here?!"
It was all explained to her, and she was ecstatic. She loved having her two children and six grandchildren in Hawaii with her, finally. I do believe that was the happiest I have ever seen dear Bonky. After she got over her initial shock, we all decided to rest awhile at the oceanside before heading back to the condo. Because my aunt, uncle, and cousins had already been in Hawaii a few weeks ahead of us they left the morning after we arrived, and so began our two and a half week adventure in Hawaii.
I will cover more of that tomorrow, but for the moment my concentration and attention span's end draws nigh. Interested as you are, I know, it may take some strength to wait until the morrow for the remainder of my tale. But I trust you will make it, and that I will have the time and power to finish.
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