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Home is weird...
Aug. 3rd, 2004 10:39 pmIt's really weird being home after having been away in Iowa for weeks. Things are just... different.
There's only one internet connection in the house and it's dial-up, so I'm doing a lot less online than I would be otherwise. Perhaps that's a good thing. It's a little weird to be competing with my brother and dad for the use of the one internet-capable computer, which is something I'm not used to.
We're supposed to go on vacation next week. It's partly Julian's Senior College Tour. I shouldn't complain; the summer before my senior year, we went to Harvard, MIT, and McGill while we were presumably on vacation, and later dragged him along to see Princeton, Penn, Swat, and Johns Hopkins. He never quite forgave me for making him listen to essentially the same admissions spiel over and over again, and I suppose it's now payback time. What irks me is that Dad has, this last year or so, upped the analness of his travel planning tremendously. He insists on basically having every day planned to the minute, up to where we're eating and parking wherever we go (it's a car trip up through upstate New York, Vermont, and Rhode Island). Frankly, I'd really appreciate a Roadtrip By![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
blaketh. There's something fun and adventurous about spontaneity that my dad's hyper-detailed planning just kills dead.
Seriously, what kind of vacation is it when you're up at 6:00 or 6:30 every day, and you wind up getting less sleep than you usually do?
I miss Iowa, as incredible as it may sound. Just to be able to go places without having to drive, and to not have to deal with traffic and construction on Route 1.
Enough. I'm ranting. I should work on the Math Forum project I'm doing for Ann Renninger.
There's only one internet connection in the house and it's dial-up, so I'm doing a lot less online than I would be otherwise. Perhaps that's a good thing. It's a little weird to be competing with my brother and dad for the use of the one internet-capable computer, which is something I'm not used to.
We're supposed to go on vacation next week. It's partly Julian's Senior College Tour. I shouldn't complain; the summer before my senior year, we went to Harvard, MIT, and McGill while we were presumably on vacation, and later dragged him along to see Princeton, Penn, Swat, and Johns Hopkins. He never quite forgave me for making him listen to essentially the same admissions spiel over and over again, and I suppose it's now payback time. What irks me is that Dad has, this last year or so, upped the analness of his travel planning tremendously. He insists on basically having every day planned to the minute, up to where we're eating and parking wherever we go (it's a car trip up through upstate New York, Vermont, and Rhode Island). Frankly, I'd really appreciate a Roadtrip By
blaketh. There's something fun and adventurous about spontaneity that my dad's hyper-detailed planning just kills dead.Seriously, what kind of vacation is it when you're up at 6:00 or 6:30 every day, and you wind up getting less sleep than you usually do?
I miss Iowa, as incredible as it may sound. Just to be able to go places without having to drive, and to not have to deal with traffic and construction on Route 1.
Enough. I'm ranting. I should work on the Math Forum project I'm doing for Ann Renninger.
