So I tried to think of a title for this entry, but I can already sense the boring-ness of it, so I suppose I won't bother. There's not even a sort of theme to it. The only reason I'm writing is because Elizabeth told me to. And I'm her bitch so I did.

So. Bloge entry. Today I got my hair cut, and she hacked off like 3 inches. And I hate it an am very very mad. It's not even cute, because it's all like dead and limp and I don't care about my dead ends, the stuff barely fits into a ponytail, and that's bad.

See. See how boring this post is? I'm complaining about my hair.

I'm going to further it's boringness by talking about how I attempted to watch the Brazil/US soccer game today. I actually did catch quite a bit of it, but I was really tired (as usual) so I fell asleep while there was still like 20 minutes left. The score was 1-0 US, even though we were sucking profoundly and we just got a lucky penalty shot. Brazil was wooping our asses. I wonder if we won.

How thoroughly boring is that?

Well, after I fell asleep to soccer, then woke up, I watched Indiana Jones and The Temple of Doom. It was entertaining. Then I ungrogified myself, and went online, and Megan was like, "come over" so I did (because I'm her bitch, too) and she told me stuff that I would probably be safer not writing about in here, and we watched The Blue Collar Comedy Tour, and I pretended to be mormon, and we bought discount pizza coupons, and it was fun. And my mom told me I had to be home at 5, and I came home, and propmtly had nothing to do. So I came online and talked to various people, who I will now list out for your convienence. They are: Megan, Elizabeth, Colleen, The Big R (rory), rathanananananna (rathna), Alex (my cousin), and Travis. And no one cares, but you know what? They all left me anyway to go off an have lives and stuff.

And that's how I ended up here, trapped in my computer room.

So. I'm bored. I guess I'll leave.

But there's no where to go.

yo ho
yo ho
a pirate's life for
~me

Because My Heart is in Ohio

Well, I drove around to the far reaches of hell (aka ohio) today. Back out to Mogadore with Elizabeth to pick up Heather. And it ended up taking way less time than I thought, so Elizabeth and I told Heather to hang for a while while we went shopping. And there was this bloody awesome sale at JCPennys, and I saved Thirty Dollars Today. And they attempted to lock us in. But they failed, because I figured out how two turn they key. Whoo-friken-hoo.

So, I absolutely love how I am getting harassed. You tell me to leave you alone. So I do. What else do you want from me? I'm not like God over here or something.

And I also love being secretive. Hush hush. I'll say no more here.

Anyway, I'm just going to remain happily in my land of ignorance. Because ignornce is bliss. And bliss is good.

Well, anyway, rockin out to My Chemical Romance in the car was awesome, so is my new sweater, and so are friends who try to cover up their sneakyness. Hehe.

Watch out guys. Stay out of my trunk. Personal property in there. ;-)

:-D

I'm done.

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

The dreams where I am dying are the best I've ever had
And here I be. I just finished watching Donnie Darko, or the end of it anyway, which it's about time. I haven't seen the begining since I watched it at Danny's house like a billion months ago, and of course I missed like maybe ten-twenty minutes between where I left off at his house and where I started today. So therefore I was a we bit lost. But then again, the kid told me the whole movie, so it doesn't matter so much now, does it?

So I made the soccer team. JV or varsity, you ask? Well, both actually. Rotating roster- that's going to get confusing. But it's still cool, because I'll actually get playing time, but I'm still technically on the Varsity roster. So that's sweet. Two-a-days until school starts. Even better. Well, three months left!

Last night I went on a secret mission. So I'm not telling you about it.

Tonight I'm driving to Mogadore. Again, because I love Heather. I don't think anyone will come with me this time, though, since I couldn't bribe Rob to come, and therefore Elizabeth won't be interested, either, so I think its a loner trip for me. Oh, well.

Um, so. That's about it. I'm curently not talking to anyone besides my cousin, and we are talking about video games, because I am sweet like that, and what else would I talk about with my 12 year old cousin. Or maybe 11. I dunno. Maybe I should look into that.

And there's nothing more to say from here at Boringsville certral.

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

MMMmm. I'm consuming noodles and tomatoes. They are quite nummy. Cold and refreshing.

I've been online for 18 and a half hours now, more or less, and with no incedent! See, I got smart and signed on AOL 8.0, which is functioning wonderfly, thank you.I'm also cool, because I matrix-ified my computer. I made the wallpaper look like the matrix (it's really a bunch of letters going vertically down the screen that are really small and you can't read them, so they say subliminal messages) and all the message boxes are black and grey and white, so the computer's all dark. It's sweet. I was getting a bit tired of the orange.

Um, yeah. Not a whole hell of a lot to talk about. Last night I stalked Steg up at Hunnington, and she was there with Katie O'Malley and Sydnie, and they were waiting for Bodine. We never did see Bodine, but Steg and I went to Caribou and hung out and Elizabeth came there and met us. And then we sat outside Walgreen's for about an hour talking. About everything and nothing. One of those times, yeah.

Um, so.

::insert deep, profound thought here::

Soccer Try-outs are over today. This will probably be the last night I ever play soccer for. It's v. v. v. unlikely that I will make the team. I'm not good at all, and they don't need me. Parker and I are going to hide at Mitchelle's or something and look at the roster about an hour later than everyone else, becasue we are foolish cowards like that. Carly wants to hide, too, but she will make the team, so she should shut up.

At least if I don't make soccer I can: visit Corey on his B-Day, go to Warped Tour and possibly Strhess fest (or however the hell they spell it), have less gross feet, and possibly work on deminishing my soccer ass.

MMMrrr. Okay. Well. Yes.

Shoutout if it suits your fancy.

yo ho
yo ho
a pirate's life for
~me

P.S. I'm thinking I may be in need of a new signature, as I've had that one for over a year now. Any agreement on this?
P.P.S. This time last year we had schedules. We got them Wednesday, August 13 (This is why I heart my bloge). we should have had them yesterday. Or by tomorrow. Keep your eyes peeled!

They gave us Two Shots to the Back of the Head...

Awesome. It's been a while. But I've been lazy- you know how I am. Not to mention, really tired. The lactic acid buildup in my legs is enough to fell a full-grown hip-hop-hinonomous. And I'm not quite that large. Quite.

Anyway, I'm now two and a half days into soccer tryouts. Lots of fun- not. Lots of running. Especially today. Who wants to hear about the running we did today? I'm going to tell you anyway. First we ran a mile. Then a 200. Then a 400. Then three 100s. Okay, it doesn't sound half as bad in here. But it sure felt like shit. That's how shin splints are, you see. I suppose the 40 minute straight run should be worse. But it isn't.

Well, enough about hell. God damn it, if one more pop-up shows up on this computer while I'm typing, I might just have to scream.

Let's review the week. We'll start with Monday. After tryouts I went to the mall with Megan (who is no longer Dever, for those of you wondering who in the hell Megan is) and Colleen. We parked, and as soon as we got out of the car, Megan identified Dan's Grand Am. So since he has a cell phone now, we called him. Then we met Rory and him at Cutter's Corner. Then Colleen made them come with us to meet her friends, who promptly ran away. Because they are assholes. That's how things go. So we all decided to rent a movie. We got The Ring, because Colleen and Rory hadn't seen it, and Dan is stupid and didn't remember half the movie anyway. I just sat there and made fun of the movie and how Megan was groping a certain pellow. (that's spelled correctly) Then Elizabeth joined us, at like 9:30, only she left at 11 to take poor sick little Megan home. When the movie was over, I took Colleen home, and then came home and slept like I was dead, until my alarm went off at like 7. Grrr.

FUCKING POPUPS

Anywayssssss. Yesterday after tryouts, I went to Kelly's house and saw Heather and Shamis outside, only Shamis was all abused-looking, so I was like "what the hell happened to you". And he was all, "I got hit by a car." And I was like, "oh." So, yeah, Shamis got hit by little Matt, since he (shamis) was stupid and sitting on the hood of his car. So after we went to Taco Bell (none of us felt like watching 13 going on 30 with Leah and Kelly) we stopped by little Matt's house. He felt bad. Partially for Shamis and partially for the fact that he had a horrible fever. Then we went back to Kelly's and met Elizabeth, and we listened to the same one minute song over and over, and I got confused by a clock that was broken but was telling the right time, and Shamis got his Crunchy Supreme thing from Taco Bell eaten by a dog.

It wasn't a good day for that kid, I tell you.

Anyway, so here I am, and I finally procured a copy of David Copperfield, and I should probably read it because it is 870 pages long and v. boring. I know this because I was stupid enough to try to read it in 8th grade. BAD. anyway.

yo ho
yo ho
a (tired and sore) pirate's life for
~me

...and we're all dead now

The Hardest Part of Breaking Up...is Getting Back Your Stuff

Mrr. I have decided that while I have accepted the loss of my once-friends, I now am lacking my Master Quest Zelda Game for Gamecube. This is not cool. I am hoping that whoever has it returns it, though they can finish playing it if they so choose, and pass it on to whomever wants it. As long as I get it back, unharmed.

Matthew Dever is scootering about the house proclaiming in an off-key voice "to hell with you and all your friends." I kind of like it.

My computer blew up this morning. I can no longer turn it on. It gets frozen at the Windows ME sign. I hate it. Therefore, I must go to the library to go online, or randomly show up at my friends' houses to go online.

Okay, I have to go volunteer now.

I've got a bad feeling about this...

yo ho
yo ho
a (helpful) pirate's life for
~me
(from the house of the MEGAN)

Things are better if I say...so long and goodnight

I suppose it's better to be an annoying loser than nothing at all.

You know what? I am going to miss them. I cannot lie. I wish I wouldn't- but parting is such sweet sorrow.

Were the last five-ish months wasted? Perhaps, but I don't think so. I think it was good to have them, even if the time was not long. I had fun, and I think they did too. Maybe.

If only it weren't for the lies. Because I understand now that it was the lies that tore it apart. The lies to eachother and the lies to ourselves. And there's no pretending we all didn't lie to eachother. ALL of us. Because we did, and that is part of it. The other part of it is that it was never meant to be at all.

I don't want to let it go, though. I mean, I know, that's stupid and stubborn, and isn't going to get me anywhere. But it was an adventure. The adventure I wish for everytime the clock reads 11:11. An adventure without a happy ending. Do be careful what you wish for. Because you wish for the beginning and not the end.

It's not that big of a deal though. I mean, yes, here I am, minus several peole I once called friends. But people change. And you get to know them. And you realize that it's no loss, and that things are better being without. Life will go on. I'm not bitter. Because I've already made these mistakes, and you know what?

Next time, I won't make them.

Next time, everything will be the truth. Not the harsh, blunt truth. But the nice, kind of muted one that can make everything seem okay even if it's not. But never lies.

Never. Lies.

Time stands still. Just for now. Tomorrow it will rush forward, leaving these ashes in it's wake.

And everything will be better.

yo ho
yo ho
an (honest) pirate's life for
~me