Oh, such things to record!

Well, in all reality, not much has been going on. I got a new bike! I'm rather excited about it- I've named it Winston, because I can. Its silver and has fun black flames with yellow detailing on it, and its splediferously boy-like, but I like it anyway. Double cool with knobs. Yes, I am aware people cannot understand my excitement, as I have my own car to drive (which is sadly unnamed...I suppose its E-Hay-gulf, but that can't stick, its too long and un-British), but I need the exercise, believe me.

Anyway, today I rode a bike (Not Winston, I borrowed Kate's bike) to Elizabeth's, where we spent three hours discussing WW1-post cold war. We did some touching up on Imperialism and the Industrial Revolution, but all in all, we basically kept getting lost in Reagan conspiracies and the whatnot. Her dad's got some pretty cool info on the Kennedy's, too. Quite an entertaining afternoon. One might ask why I am excited about biking? Well, because Elizabeth and I went to rosatti's today and got ice cream. (Turtle, if you care) Right after, we went to Mitchell's and got MORE ice cream. We are so bad. At least I burned mine off a bit.

Elizabeth and I decided to spend the summer eating tuna, fruit, and ice cream. That covers the basics, doesn't it? I def. need to loose some poundage, as my ass is majorly F-A-T and I just bought a new bathing suit today, the bottoms of which look horrendous on me. Looks like I'm swimming in shorts all summer. Well, things could be worse- I could have to swim in a shirt, too.

Anyway, finals are halfway through. Took Chem and Spanish today- didn't fail too badly, I don't belive so, anyhow. Chem I wouldn't have done any better on, even if I had studied, and spanish is just stupid and I wouldn't waste my time. Life goes on. Three more hours of school left...stretched through two days. U-G-H.

Tomorrow shall be the splendiferous excitement at Spi's house! I'm not sure who's going, but just like last year, we are planning to progress to the Lake of the Erie and venture about the Alps and the whatnot. Not to mention other random park areas. Perhaps there shall be a cone for stealage... oh, and of course I shall be bringing Hobbs and my rollerblades (which remain unnamed), though I learned tonight that Winston doesn't fit in le camry. No, no, alack, poor Elizabeth had to bring le rav over to retrieve my mother and me from the parking lot. Que lastima, que lastima.

Moving on...well, there's no where to go! I have to sleep. I went to bed early yesterday, and slept rather badly. Hmm. 'Tis be a shame.

Oh, and I should figure out when and where le finals are tomorrow. Why do I keep saying french articles? Ah, most def. bed time.

yo ho
yo ho
a (psycho, biking, happy)pirate's life for
~me

Wow. Upon re-reading this, I realize that no one cares. Too bad for you!