Today's Adventure~

Time passes so slowly when I'm at my cousin's house. I thought it was 10 when I woke up, but it was actually just around 9-ish. Had a light breakfast and headed out with cousin and bro at 10.
We stopped at a restaurant near the Oakland Museum for more breakfast. I actually only had milk tea because I was quite stuffed.
After eating, we were dropped off near the museum but didn't want to wait an hour until it opened, so we went down to the local pond and skipped rocks. It later evolved into throwing some cups into the water, then throwing rocks into the cups (rather, trying to) while it flowed away. We went back up at 11:30 and sat in the shade for a while because we had worked up a sweat playing with the water.
Then, my cousin got a call, which he answered with A-HOY-HOY! and we were off to search for his friend who would be walking around the museum with us. At around 11:40, his other friends came and we all sat around while his first friend did some face-painting and ended up looking like a total moron.
The exhibit started and though I couldn't see very far, I was positive that it was my 8th grade English/History teacher doing the sign language interpretation thing for the entire exhibit. I never managed to get a close enough look, but I really think it was her.
As we walked in, my cousin told us to separate from the group because they were horrible people, so that's what we did. While learning about the Day of the Dead (that's the exhibit), we evaded them to the best of our abilities. Most of the time was spent sitting around in a cafe that people could not get into because was private. We only got in because we snuck in from the back. Also, there was a gallery full of art which we also did not get into except for the back because we had to pay $2.50 to get in. Actually, only my brother had enough lack of integrity to walk in and look around. My cousin and I just poked our heads in and peeked. Then, we washed our hands.
We lingered at the second floor for a while then went back out to see some traditional dances. Soon, we left for lunch.
I say we left for lunch, but in actuality, we waited a long while at the front while the guy who painted his face scrubbed furiously but unsuccessfully at the paint. He came out looking like someone who was either beaten up horribly or someone who hasn't slept in years. While waiting, I saw my friend there. I tackled her with a hug and she gave me a suckerpunch. We talked for a while then she went in to look around.
We left for lunch, my cousin, brother and I eventually falling behind because of our leisure walking pace. We eventually reached Chinatown and stopped at a small shop for a while for... no apparent reason. As we continued walking, I saw some ultra cute guys and was ultra sad when I had to walk past them. Eventually, we reached the plaza and his friends and him argued over where to go for lunch. My cousin, brother and I decided not to eat because his friends wanted to go to a buffet that was $8 per person, so we hopped into the library for a quick walk. Inside, I saw some more cute guys and was very sad when I had to walk past them again. (Both times I saw some cute guys, we made eye contact. EEE!!! Lol.)
So we were really bored and made the decision to go back to my cousin's house. How though? We couldn't get a ride. Bus, of course. We decided to walk back to the museum because that place had the most bus stops, and stopped on the way to buy a 2 liter soda. Then, we trekked back to the museum to steal some free cups from the private cafe. We sat for a while and sipped some soda, hiding the bottle as they might not allow it. My cousin missed his mouth or something and poured the soda all over himself... We left soon after.
It took us some time to find the bus stop, but when we finally did, I asked my brother for another cup of soda. My brother unscrewed the bottle and tipped it and started pouring. My cousin accidentally hits my brother's elbow... My arm dripped with soda. It was a hot day, so the soda was drying at a rapid rate. I didn't want my arm to be sticky so I started licking it. It felt kind of natural, making me feel more like a cat than ever... The bus eventually came and my brother hid the soda in his sweater again (he did that at the museum also). I never realized how violent the jerking is in a bus. In the first few minutes, I kept on nearly falling over. Finally, I got the hang of it and could keep myself steady. Later, I got myself a seat.
At our destination, we got off the bus. We entered the liquor store near the stop and bought some flamin'-hot Funyuns. Then, we started walking back to my cousin's home. Sometimes, we walked. Sometimes, we double-timed. For now, we walked. We were talking and walking when suddenly, some guy yells out across the street, "Hey, do you go to Castro Valley High?" I looked at my brother then my cousin. I asked my brother, "Is he talking to you or me? Who is that guy?" My brother didn't know. In the end, my cousin yelled back for us, "They both do, but they have no idea who you are!" We turned the corner and double-timed all the way back to his house. It was around 3.
We spent the rest of the day at our own little stations enjoying technology.
And that's the gist of it.