Teenage boys are dumb

My brother and cousin, both 15, are sitting in the next room throwing a ball at each other's nuts while my cousin talks on the speaker phone with someone who I'm assuming is his girlfriend. Yes, he's talking about marrying her, it has to be his girlfriend. Anyway the conversation is a bit more serious now, but 10 minutes ago it was punctuated with odd gurgling sounds and laughter when a hit was made and random blow by blow accounts of each other's farts. At one point my cousin goes "I don't think you want to talk to me." No shit, Sherlock, I wouldn't want to talk to you either. I don't particularly want to listen to you, but you've gotten older and I don't have the big older cousin influence I used to so I don't feel like trying to get you to stop. *rolls eyes* At least they're leaving tomorrow.

In other news, I officially love my local library. There is one copy of a Bulgarian guidebook in the Wake library system and they transferred it to the library closest to me and I now have a much better idea of where my characters are and where they'll go. And now that I know that I can search for pictures so I'll be able to intersperse some descriptions into my plotline. And get down details such as whether or not they can physically get from place A to place B in the time I want them to. All good and making me very happy.