Waiting...And Waiting And Waiting And Waiting

August 12.
So close, and yet so far away.
The start of our summer road trip- and my first one that covers 10 hours in one day.

WHEN? WHEN WILL THE DAY COME? EVERY DAY IS ALMOST LIKE A REPLICA OF THE DAY BEFORE! WE NEED SOMETHING NEW HERE, PEOPLE!

Every day, I cross off squares on my calender with a red inked pen. It isn't helping.
Mom and I talk about travel plans hourly. That helps, but afterward I almost hear a little voice in my head, taunting me: "15 days more, CJ! 15 days more!"

The theater camp's exhibition is this Friday. Time seems to just inch along until then.

And then, there's that Nationals game next week on Sunday. I'll have to do a lot of waiting then, even: waiting to catch the next Metro ride, waiting for the loud fireworks to end, waiting for Ryan Zimmerman to hit a homer, waiting for cheese pizza to be dished up on my plate at Carraba's, however you spell that.

And all that bounces along in my brain and mixes with our theater finale song and my Mp3 soundtracks for the trip.....

(Chicago trumpets with German music)
There's a sad sort of clanging from the clock in the hall
And I'm waiting for the break of day....
And up in the nursery an absurd little bird
Is searching for something to say... 25 or 6 to 4!

All that waiting is just too much.
However, on a lighter note, I won 2 games of Solitaire yesterday.

8 Days A Week?!?, Part 2

There are several theories behind the "8 Days A Week" mishap.
My mom, a fellow blogger, said that maybe they count Sunday again as another day of the week in England. "Or maybe they have 8 days per week over there...."
Our cousin K, creator of the Cousin Studios box office hit "Llama-O-Rama", also had a solution. "But I'm not going to tell you, you'll have to figure it out for yourself," he said. Suspense!
And then, of course, there's.....
QUINSDAY.
Duh duh duh duh.....

It all started after the earthquake in Chile. A few of our classmates claimed that on a certain TV channel that most of us "probably didn't have" announced that the earthquake shifted the Earth's rotation, which made every week have an extra day called "Quinsday." We would have an extra day off of school each week and 400 days (something like that) in every year, and they weren't lying, and if we though they were, look it up on Bing.
So I did.
And what were the search results?
Something to do with a European concert.
Duh duh duh duh...
BUSTED!!!! =)

So maybe, the Beatles were early believers of the only 3-hour day in the middle of Wednesday and Thursday. Hopefully, they weren't.

So, for now, the mystery remains unsolved....

8 Days A Week?!?

My cousin J, Cousin Studios actor in Woman vs. "Wild" and commercials, rode with me on the way to the Outer Banks. The car ride was great, and I got a bag of potato chips out of it! But we listened to The Beatles for practically the whole car ride. And that's where the trouble kicks in.
Yes, Yesterday and All You Need Is Love are good songs. But The Beatles made an error in one of their songs, if you listen carefully.
I forgot the correct lyrics, but the incorrect tune goes something like this:

Hold me...
Love me....
Eight days a week!

Oh no. Stuck in font.
To be continued.....