Paradise Thy Name Is . . .

The Charleston Main Library! So today Katie, my friend since seventh grade, and I went to the library today because I've never been and I've plowed my way through the entire young adult section, the fantasy section, and half the adult fiction section at my library.

Holy crap, you guys. This library is amazing. It's huge and old looking, with big stone columns and looks basically how a library is supposed to look. It has FOUR FLOORS OF BOOKS. I WAS SO EXCITED. I have this giant back list of books that I've been meaning to read and this place had a lot of them. The fact that their ac was broke and the crazy hippie librarian guy at the front desk kept playing this GOD AWFUL bluegrass on the overhead speakers could not dampen my bookgasm. . . .maybe dampen is not the best choice of words, but you get my meaning.

I walked out of there with about fifteen books. I would have gotten more if Katie hadn't practically dragged me out by my hair to go pay the parking meter so we wouldn't get towed. Note to self: city parking is a BITCH.

Getting there was a mini adventure. Before we left Saint Albans, we ran by Krogers to grab some milk and eggs for Katie's mom and on the way to her house some stupid blonde girl in a giant dodge truck swerved out in front of us. Freaking Teenagers, get off the damn cellphone AND LOOK WHERE THE HELL YOU ARE GOING.

Anyway, the milk busted all over one of the floor mats in the back seat and we had to scrub the backseat out before we could leave or else the car would smell like spoiled milk in a few days. Katie is very ocd about her cleaning so she scrubbed the mat and the car about five times.

We drove to Charleston, which is only about twenty minutes away and literally across the river, using the navigator and no matter what route we took, there was always some kind of freaking road construction to screw us up. And the navigator got very pissy. If Katie didn't have it on mute, I would have expected to hear some kind of version of "I'm sorry Dave. I can't do that." Creeeepy.

But we finally found the library almost an hour later and had fun trying to find parking. But man, was it worth it.

I'm also very excited because I looked out over the river today and saw that the mountains across the Kanawha WERE GREEN. I HAVE GREEN MOUNTAINS AGAIN! Seriously, West Virginia in the winter is the most depressing sight I have ever seen. Those Cedar trees in Texas might have given me allergy hell, but at least Leander was green all year round. But here it's been a solid five months of being surrounded by Tim Burton skeleton trees. It sucks.

What's strange is that it's only been warm for about three or four weeks, and yet Winter seems months away, in the far distant past. I think that is where winter should stay for the rest of my life. It's been in the high eighties all week long and I could not be happier.

Daddy could. He could be much happier. He has shifted from bitching about how sick he is of being cold all the time to how it's too hot outside. I don't think he's happy unless he's complaining about something. I think complaining keeps him from grabbing a shotgun and shooting ditsy teen girls who TALK ON CELLPHONES WHILE DRIVING THEIR DADDY'S MONSTER TRUCKS AND NOT PAYING ATTENTION. Gah. I'll be leaving the ranks of teen in about two months and I couldn't be happier.

Word of the Day: Bombastic

adjective
(of speech, writing, etc.) high-sounding; high-flown; inflated; pretentious.

In another words, A Percy Weasley Word. This is another word where the definition doesn't fit it. Bombastic should be another world for awesomesauce, or epic. Because it is an awesomesaucely, epic word.