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I travel too much...
For those of you who were wondering where I was the past week, I was in Williamsburg, Virginia, having fun. Without my computer. Or any form of Cloud, except for the occasional peek at my plushie when I searched through my luggage back for a clean pair of socks.
Williamsburg is famous for still being around, along with the William and Mary College, which is also famous for still being around. It is also a rather interesting place since it is in the same area as Jamestown, Yorktown, and Richmond. If you never pay attention in History class, then you wouldn't recognize any of these names! So I'll explain!
Jamestown was the first settlement the British made here in North America. It also made it's appearance exclusively in Disney's Pocahontas! Yorktown is the town in which the last battle of the Revolutionary War was fought. Richmond was the capitol of the Confederacy during the Civil War. The Confederacy, if you didn't already know, was the side in the Civil War that believed owning people was an okay thing.
The most interesting thing about it was that I am actually a descendent of Ulysses S. Grant, who was the General of the Union, the one's who were fighting for the slaves' freedom. Pretty awesome...but you see, he captured Richmond. And I was staying in a hotel next to it. Kind of...strange. It felt like deja vu when I slept there.
Speaking of sleep, I had the freakiest dreams in that smoke-smelling hotel. One I won't even talk about, one I don't even remember, and the other I will explain briefly. I was here in North Carolina and my Aunt Susan, for whatever reason, had come to visit. One of the cats came running through the house covered in honey, so I chased them down, thinking it was Hemingway. Turned out it was Talousse (or...however you spell her name) because I ripped some honey-coated fur out on accident and saw that her fur was black.
So Aunt Susan came over to me and started screaming at me for a reason I forget and I couldn't do anything but look at her and think, "What did I do wrong?" I kept trying to protest, but she kept slapping me and beating me over the head with a beer can. I think I began sobbing like a little kid, asking the same question over and over again, but she kept beating me and screaming at me. I eventually broke down and cried, "What did I do!? Why does everybody hate me!?" and ran away. I remember everyone else in the dream was scolding me for whatever I did wrong, and I knew I was innocent.
I called the police to report child abuse. They asked me where I was and I said, "They Days Inn next to President's Park." Then I woke up, realizing I was at the inn and I was dreaming.
Pretty emo dream. Kind of brutal...
And, oh yeah, I went to Busch Gardens. Yay~
I MISS FLORIDA!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
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