Pisces with a Scorpio moon, green tea lover, cat obsessed, broke
It started with my great grandmother Virginia, who was the coolest lady, deciding to leave her boring life in Pennsylvania and run away to Australia in 1949. The boat she was taking there stopped in Hawaii, where all the dock workers went on strike so the boat couldn’t leave and she was stranded there. She decided Hawaii was a pretty great place to run away to and she didn’t have to go all the way to Australia so she stayed where she was. A few years later her daughter, my grandma Jean came to visit her and also realized Hawaii was amazing and way better than Pennsylvania so she began applying for jobs for her husband, my grandpa Daniel. This was during the times you could go to job interviews for other people I guess?? Because that’s what she did and she got my grandpa an engineering job at a sugar cane plantation. She went back to PA, picked up my grandpa and their two little girls under 2 years old and began the lonnng flights across the country (air travel in 1952 took way longer than today). Planes went down super often and the saying back then was “one a day in San Francisco Bay” because planes were always crashing there. In fact, when they made it to San Francisco from Philly the plane they were supposed to take to Hawaii had crashed earlier that day and they had to delay the trip a day to get a new flight. Like, is that crazy or what? I’m such a baby about air travel I don’t know how they weren’t terrified. They had real guts. Anyway, they’ve been there ever since. My grandpa worked for sugar cane plantations til the 80s, my grandma was an elementary school teacher, and my great grandma was one of the first female professors at University of Hawaii.
Um no I’m going with my parents and brothers on a family vacation and they’re paying for it cause the love me obviously. Also I love disneyland so much I don’t even care if I can’t ride all the rides I’ll be pregnant riding Snow White’s Scary Adventure and eating dole whips and churros and corn dogs and have the time of my fucking life OKAY
42 more days til I go to Disneyland!!
Hagrid Hagrid Potter, you were named after the onLY GUY IN MY LIFE WHO LOOKED OUT FOR ME WITH ZERO ULTERIOR MOTIVES HE LITERALLY JUST CARED ABOUT ME BECAUSE HE WAS A GENUINELY NICE PERSON AND HE DESERVES SOME RECOGNITION FOR THAT
Human babies have to be in the upper echelon, probably like the top 10-15% for cuteness, to even get a reaction out of me.
A puppy of a breed I don’t exactly care for can sometimes move me to tears.