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I've been posting some random stuff over on tumblr. Check it out @ http://pijablor.tumblr.com/

Maine Pics

My sister loves snails

Canada

Lighthouse in Canada (I forget the name)

Bass Lighthouse (I know this one!)

LOON

Make Up Your Minds!

This is me venting once again... graduation is rolling around on June 10th. Both sets of grandparents and my uncle are coming don for the big event. Since it is graduation and it's kind of  a big deal, my parents tell me to pick somewhere to go eat before the ceremony. I receive an email from my mother listing a bunch of restaurants on the Riverwalk. I've never eaten on the Riverwalk so I don't really know what I'm looking for. So, I pick a restaurant that seems to fit my needs. My grandmother decides its not very nice. "Pick somewhere a little more fancy," she tells me. So I pull up the list and search once again. Finally I decide upon a new restaurant. Today I get an email from my mother saying it'll be too hard to find parking by the boardwalk and that the new restaurant I picked is too expensive. So, I told them that I give up. "Take me to McDonalds. I don't care anymore." Now I'm being difficult. Imagine that.

The same situation arose with my birthday. My mom's birthday is about two weeks before mine. She always picks some wildly expensive place to eat. Always. When my birthday rolls around, the food budget had been decimated. So, if we go out to eat at all it is always somewhere really cheap. Or, as we've been doing for the past few years, I get to pick what my dad cooks me for dinner at home. Of course, if I ask for shrimp we end up eating salmon with broccoli (instead of the green beans I wanted). Normally I don't really care that much. I don't need some big celebration. It's just that this year my dad has decided that his "old men's baseball league" is more important than my birthday so I'll be getting no special dinner with my family. I never really cared about all my other birthdays because they were like meaningless years where nothing exciting gets to happen. But this year is 18. And that feels important. I'll be considered an adult. I'll be able to vote. I'll be leaving for college and starting to make a place for myself in this world. And for my birthday both my dad and my sister will be gone. Happy birthday to me...

Italy Photos III

I've been gone a while due to my internet deciding to just quit working for the whole week. Anyway... here are some more of my photo from the epic Italy adventure. Hope you like 'em. 

(Pantheon, Rome)

(Vatican, Rome)

(Fountain of Trevi, Rome)

(Spanish Steps, Rome)