Somebody Told Me...

Hello. Not a whole hell of a lot to blog about. I attempted today to make the computer more stef-friendly by keeping my dad away from my stuff, and trying to make it so that I could be online and he wouldn't have to kick me off. Yeah, it didn't work. But I can, jsut as a precaution of course, keep him out of my word documents and shut him up from complaining about the background. Let's just say he doesn't appreciate the Matrix like I do.

I didn't have morning soccer today, which fully rocked, since I got up at ten and lazed around outdoors. I really wish it were warmer and more summer-esque. But its not.

Last night various peoples wound up at my house and we watched Eurotrip. It was fun, especially where we attempted to barricade Rob and Megan in the closet. There are also cookie crums all over my floor from Gina attempting to cram a cookie up dan's nose.

Could someone explain to me why Dan is found attractive? Because I just don't see it. Rob, yes, duh he's hot- but Dan? Why don't you go to the zoo and check out the monkey cages if you're that desperate.

God, I'm so mean. I love you Dan, if you're reading this. Well, sort of. Okay, not really, but I don't hate you. And i'm pregnant with your child, right megan? Ho-kay. No one knows what I'm talking about here. I think I ought to stop.

Tell all the English boys you meet...

Listening to music, waiting for soccer to come. I've got about ten minutes. Tonight Rathna and I plan to hang out at the lake then head for some coffee. Kinda like last Thursday. Only that was JoAnne. Steg, how am I supposed to write your name again?

..'bout your american boy back in the states.

Oh, that reminds me. Elizabeth and Megan are at Warped Tour in Columbus, and I ahte them, and I'm jealous, and they better bring me back fucking awesome presents and goodies. One of these days I will go to Warper Tour. Damn Soccer.

Never gonna get it right.

and yes. That's how things go. Still no schedules. That pisses me off. And Rathna said something about not being able to start school on time because of the construction. Now, that would piss me off, as it would translate to extra school come next summer. ::anger:: I think August is "make-evil-plots-against-stef's-world" month. Because if you look back, in August everything kinda fell to shit, on every portion of my life. Aw, hell.

Well, I'm off. Soccer soon- we get our uniforms today, woop-de-frikin-do.

Why are my bloge entries so mind-numbingly dull?

Oh, yeah. It's still August.

yo ho
yo ho
a (August) pirate's life for
~me

P.S. Who seriously gives a rat's ass about August? There's no holidays, unless you count back to school. And that's not a celebration thing.

I say...take me out