So I'm back from my vacation. I'm sure I'll contradict myself if I say I had fun at a beach, but I did have fun. I like the ocean, I'm just not crazy about the overcrowded atmosphere, the cheap and tacky souvenir shops, the loud annoying people, and the commericialized towns that try to suck as much money from tourists as they possibly can. Oooo that sounds bad when I say it that way. Half the time I write things and I think they end up sounding meaner, angrier, or more depressing than I mean for them to. I'm really not that bitter. Anyway, this was a nice beach. It's a state park, so it's not commercialized. In fact, the only building on the entire island was a bathroom and concession stand area built by the park. It was a small island, 1/2 mile wide 3 1/2 miles long, and it was left undisturbed. One side was the ocean, the other side was a marsh, and the middle was a forest, supposedly inhabitated by lots of forest animals, like deer, raccoons, and foxes and other strange and exotic animals like that. At least according to the information in the visitor's center, I didn't really see anything. Anyway, there were only about 50 people on the whole island when we were there, and they were very spread out. The town we stayed in had a population of a little over 1000 people and was one of those old-fashioned towns with a designated historical area. There were no chain restaurants except a Domino's and a Dairy Queen, both cleverly disguised as brick buildings instead of their usual facade. So it was a quaint little town and a quiet little beach and I liked it.
 
I was so out of it at work today, anyone who went through my line probably thought I was a complete moron. I kept mispronouncing prices, miscounting money, dropping things, and completely zoning out. Everytime someone asked me a question, I stared at them blankly for a few seconds before thinking of an answer. Delayed reaction to the brain. I can't understand how my till managed to come out perfectly even at the end of the day. Ha, I'm just that good of a cashier. (sarcastic snobbery) Actually that just proves that my job is so monotonous and requires so little use of the brain that it can be done perfectly even when a person isn't paying any attention and is in a completely different world. This had better be the last summer I have to work in a stupid grocery store.
 
Ok, so there are only two guys and almost a dozen girls who have the address to this page. The only people who regularly leave comments are the two guys. I find this a bit odd and for some reason it bothers me a little. No offense to anyone of course.