So amazingly enough, the panic and stupidity which usually fills my family getaways (which sounds misleading, since I have to spend a good deal of time around them) ended up occurring a day late. That morning, when we were trying to go back to the diner, everyone decided to have a shitfit when my sister absolutely refused to do any moving at all, coupled with the fact that nobody could find their room keys (ended up taking this picture of my dad in the hallway as my sister scrambled around like an idiot). Eventually we did get out the door and oh look more diner photos.

After that, we went down to Powell Station to get some take advantage of the fact that child fare apparently applies until you're 18, but my dad fucked it up by wearing a shirt that blatantly said "PHILADELPHIA", to which the lady responded "Uh, I'm sorry, we only sell those to residents," and wasted his money on 3-day passes. gg dad. But hey, have a shot of the station. V:

So, with our lame over-priced passes in hand, we got on the trackless trolley and headed off to Golden Gate Park, since apparently we had tickets to get into the San Francisco Academy of Sciences. On the TT though, there was this hilarious Asian guy behind me who for the entire ride was singing Fleetwood Mac out loud, and bouncing around all merry-like. I almost got upset when the kids in front of me didn't know what he was singing, and mocked him by going "I'M A BARBIE GIRL, MY FACE MAKES YOU HURL", but I guess I shouldn't expect 13 year olds to know these things. Unfortunately, I have no pictures of him. :[

So, the museum was pretty cool. Fortunately, they don't have a rule against taking pictures of shit, so rather than typing up a bunch of dumb sentences, enjoy my experience through the magic of PHOTOGRAPHY

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And after that my camera battery died wops lol

So, for the sake of filling in the missing parts, we grudgingly walked through Golden Gate Park (which I resented, because I couldn't take photos), where my parents fought like morons because they had no idea what direction they were going in. Eventually though we walked through Haight-Ashbury, the old hippie neighborhood (NO CAMERA STILL ; A;), but eventually I hopped on a bus and got back to the hotel. :3

Alright so, more personal moment, if that heavy description is getting to be too much. As I probably made clear before, I incredibly dislike going on vacations with my family. I honestly wish I could be here with somebody that isn't related to me, somebody I can feel more comfortable around. So, after I got back to the hotel, I decided: fuck it, I'm gonna go find me a nice Castro boy, and do whatever the fuck comes natural. So, after the camera battery charged, that's where I went. :D

But of course, I fail to consider one fact: everyone walking around in the Castro is way too old for me, and it would be kind of awkward to just stop someone and say "HI CUTIE HOW'S IT GOIN'?" I also failed to research where teen faggots might reside, so I just took some pictures of the neighborhood instead.

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But hey, at least I got to ride the cable car down the hill to get to the subway for the first time ever. HERE HAVE SOME PHOTOS OF THAT WHEE WHEE WHEE WHEEEEEEEE

But dinner was perhaps the most fun part of all that night. We went to some place with Buddha in the name or something, I forget, and while there, me and my parents had a discussion about furries. This came up after I asked about going to Orlando next year for my mother's silly Harry Potter Convention, and remarking that it hopefully doesn't overlap with Anthrocon, which I apparently had to remind her what it was. Now, when I first showed my mother AC, I was under the impression she had no idea what furries were. Well, apparently I'm wrong: She did know what furries are, she just didn't understand that this was a furrycon. And I probably would have said it was, until both my parents expressed sentiments that furries are weirdos. Oh joy. V:

Apparently my father was basing this on an experience ten years ago, where while he was on the train to work, a man in front of him was practically slobbering over a bunch of poorly done pornographic drawings of anthropomorphic characters. I tried to explain that this perception is outdated, and that furries have gotten less creepy over the years, but my whole family found this to be hilarious. Honestly, I'm getting this impression from the videos  kutztowndragon put up, and the opinions  prawst took from it. But honestly, now that I think about it: is the rate at which furries are becoming more socially acceptable really going all that fast? I mean, sure the fact that a distraction had to be performed in order to get the babyfurs back to their rooms signifies a tide of change, but that doesn't necessarily mean it's very significant. If anything, the minority of people which aren't creepers (which I will zealously considered myself a part of v:) are just pushing incredibly hard, and the old guard still compromises a good majority of furfags. So I guess furries aren't much less creepier than they were ten years ago, but at least some notion of change is going about. Regardless though, I don't think I'll mention the fact that AC is a furcon unless I absolutely need to. V:

Honestly, as embarrassing as it is to admit, this trip to San Francisco has been the most time I've spent outdoors probably over the course of this entire summer. Yeah, I'm a goddamn hermit usually. But if anything, being outside so much has caused me to find a deeper appreciation for the city I live in, the great ol' Philadelphi-ay. It's caused me to realize that, hey, San Francisco and Philadelphia aren't much different from one another, and that it would do me some good to explore the town I've lived in for so long, and neglected so passionately.

However, there is one thing San Fray Fray has that Philly doesn't: an old bank that was renovated in order to be a movie theatre. I encountered this when seeing the new Harry Potter movie that night (nerd or not, that movie is fuckin' amazing), and honestly didn't believe I was in a movie theatre. I mean, does this look like any cinaplex you've ever been to? But regardless, I had a great time at the movie, especially with all the unintentional pedophilic undertones that were coming off one of the characters. Good times~ c:

So, we got back to the hotel eventually after wrestling with the local transportation, and after talking to some people, I ended up clonking out at 2:30am. But I am glad that I had one of those conversations, as it made me realize something: I need to stop trying so hard to obtain something that isn't even there to begin with. Some things just aren't that important at this stage in my life, and I need to chill out and simply allow the tide to take me where it's going to go, rather than forcing things to happen faster than need be. It was a good note to fall asleep on, really.

And that's enough for that day. I'LL DO YESTERDAY WHEN I FEEL LIKE IT GOSH