Ah, Grandma’s.*

I always feel so recharged when I go to my Grandma’s. Just being away from everything, being out in nature, even if it’s walking through a shoulder-high field and crossing my fingers I don’t get any tics. (Don’t think I did. Woo!)

I haven’t seen my mom in too long. But, things happen. My mom’s just like my Grandma in that neither of them give you shit about anything, they’re just happy to see you. We all have those relatives that are all OMGZ, YOU NEVER VISIT, THAT MAKES YOU A BAD PERSON. Fuck that noise, man.

I don’t even really have all that much to say. Candi met my grandma, and of course they got along just fine. As much as I enjoy a nice quiet carride, it was nice having the company. I proposed entirely because despite seeing each other constantly, we can go on a four hour car ride (or five hours, if you hit UNREASONABLE TRAFFIC FOR NO REASON IN THE POCONOS) and still make up brand-new jokes to amuse ourselves. I took more random pictures of the property, because it still holds the magic that it had when I was six years old.

Hence why I always feel better when I go there.

I aced my second summer class. That makes me two for two, aced both summer classes. Wooo! Now just.. well, don’t really want to think about how soon fall semester starts. Because when Go-Time starts, I’m going to fuck some shit up. It will be ON.

Until then, despite how productive I want to be in terms of cleaning the apartment and stuff, I deserve some mental relaxation.