Hard to Get a Grip

mmmhm, it's quite late, and I'm taking a bit of a break from my reading.

AH! Caitlin has learned how to make an interrobang on the computer! This is so marvy! I love interrobangs, they are so useful in so many situations! oh, wow, I am so redunkulously stoked about this.

Anyway, so I'm sitting here in the basement (even though it's miles above the lake still- with windows and all... beautiful view) of Kristen's aunt's house, writing a bloge because I'm a horrid internet junkie like that. The others are on the couch to my right, watching Secret Window, a movie I have something of an adversion to. Odd, tangled memories. A bit depressing, really, considering it's a Johnny Depp movie, and who on this planet doesn't love him? I know I do... lalala.

I had a glorious emo moment... which Kristen and Sean managed to ruin spectacularly. I was just sitting on the swinging bench, staring at the (glorious and numerous) stars, (I was a bit angry) and listening to Vindicated (which, I know, is not really an emo song. But it can be. If you need it to be) and kristen threw a graham at me, and I looked up to see who was sending projectiles in my direction, and I leaned forward too far, and landed right on my right ass cheek (since you wanted to know that) and rolled, and nearly managed to break my head open when I looked up because the swing was swinging back towards me. Ouch.

Ugh, it's taking me forever to write this, seeing as I'm carrying on three conversations at the same time. I'm listening to Linkin Park right now, kind of dancing like... I hope I'm not pissing everyone else off. Actually, on second thought, I don't really care if I am.

Today was nice. I slept a lot.. becasue guess what? I'm sick. Yeah.... what else is new? I have sniffles and sneezies like you wouldn't believe. But I did some swimming and whatnot. Also made lots of food. Everyone else is too lazy to cook, so they just let me do it, which is something I am actually perfectly okay with. Who would want to be outdoors enjoying themselves when I could be indoors cooking? No, I honestly don't mind. I enjoy cooking.

I have also been making satisfactory progress in Harry Potter five. Good thing I didn't just bring four along- it never would have lasted the trip. Then what would I have done? Been socially involved? I shudder to think of the repercussions of that.

It's dark now, they've all turned off the TV, and I am basking in the painful glow of the computer. I really shouldn't have slept so much. Now I'm not really tired at all, and all my online friends will probably be getting off soonly.

Eh, well, I'm done with this. Goodbye, to no one, as I know no one reads this. Lala.

From the Passenger's Seat

Ahhh, bliss bliss bliss. However, amid the bliss, I am still an internet bum. I just had to come online despite the fact that I am about four hours away from my dwelling residence.

Right now, Kristen and Sean are playing ping pong behind me (I'm pretty sure I'm gonig to die, even though Sean claims to be an olympic champion). We are in Hide-away-hills. It's this really nice lake with a bunch of houses around it- and Kristen's aunt definately has one of the best houses here. We went jet skiing today- I wasn't so talented at the whole "steering" thing. But I did get up to 51 mph, which wasn't bad, considering I almost lost Kristen off the back like sixty times. Turning? Yeah... not that easy.

There was also much swimming today. I lurve swimming, gross water or no. And they have the cutest dog here- Sadie. She's vair adorable. (my sentances just aren't in order, are they?) I also made crepes with chocolate on them for everyone. They were pretty good. And I did tonnes of reading- nearly 500 pages on the ride alone. This place is so beautiful- it's so nice to just hang out on a swinging chair in the shade and read. No cars, just boats all around. And the water is so pretty and glimmering... ooer, I could stay here forever.

But for now I'm going to stop being anti-social and just enjoy paradise.

These are the Lives You'd Love to Lead

I'm quite angry- it seems that VH1 hits no longer exsists on Adelphia, and I find this to be a most depressing fact. They always do play the best videos.

Right now I should be packing for our most excellent adventure tomorrow, but as we all know, I'm a huge procrastinator. There's not much to pack, at any rate. Just my swimsuit and some shirts and shorts. I'm actually pretty super excited. It's going to be a blast. No parents to put up with for three whole days. Erggg. I wish I was going to college this year. Then I'd be free free free of them.

I'm procrastinating, lalala.

The advantage of this trip is that my internet sabattacal will be prolonged.

Ooer, what's everyone going to do on the fourth? We all need plans.

Why am I trying to make plans through my bloge- for God's sake, no one reads this piece of crap.

Free free free of the soccer camp from hell! I got out a day early thanks to this most superb trip.

Ta, my darlings!

This Fire

Currently my life has reached an all-time low. I'm watching A Cinderelle Story. Yes, with that blonde idiot more commonly known as Hilary Duff. I guess she's better than Lindsay Lohan, who's an anorexic loser who dyed her perfectly nice red hair a horrid shade of platinum blonde. Which, may I point out, doesn't look that great with her freckled, orange coloured self.

Anyway. Today's been anothe low key day, which is nice, since tomorrow I shall be going to Columbus with everyone. Then it shall simply be party, party, party for three days.

I'm still not to the more captivating part of Harry Potter so that's pretty much the reason for me watching this horrible disaster of a movie.

Lalala, I obviously still have nothing to talk about.

Actually, yesterday, I went to South Park with Kristen. She bought lots and lots of clothes. I bought three pairs of flip flops for the low, low price of 3 bucks. I also bought cookbooks! Because I am a freak.

I'm. Distracted. Er... leave one.

Not Dirty Enough for You, Love

Eww. AOL is in malfunctioning mood. I just signed on, and it signed me right off.

I'm still sore, for those curious. I'm also not the biggest fan ever of Heather, our trainer. Whatever happened to Jill, who knew what she was doing, even if she did tape one's ankles a little too tight. I wouldn't mind my ankles being tied up right now, actually. They hurt and moving them is excruciatingly painful.

Anyway, so now that I am unplugged not only by choice, but by the idiocracy of AOL.

Haha, I'm watcihng The Fairly Oddparents. I love this show. Currently, a very homosexual Cupid is putting cosmo and Wanda on a dating show. I am so easily amused by this.

Lalalala. I'm kind of bored. I haven't yet hit the better part of HPATGOF. That one takes me forever to get into.

I think I'll go bake something.

Sunsets on the Eastside

Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow. I think I could proabbly keep typing that for a while, in order to fully express the level of pain I'm in, but for your sake, I will desist.

I spent all day on my arse, until soccer camp. It was bad- I was so sore I couldn't do anything, then I started jumping, and my back started spazzing... let's just say it wasn't pretty. Anyway, after that hell, I came home and bathed myself.

Then I set out for Meggie's. For those of you who don't know, Meggie is a dear friend of mine in the Brady O'Callahan fan club. Anyway, she lives on the east side. To make a very long story very short, MapQuest gave me shittastic directions, and I got a tad lost. I could have made it there in like 25 minutes tops if I'd had decent directions, but nooooo, I had to get fifteen minute's worht of lost. So then I had to come back... by the time I got there, it was about ten to ten.

But we had a pretty good time- even though some people had to leave right after I got there (practically) (I really just think that Ricky, Skotch, and Bridget don't like me). But yes- everyone played DDR while I scarfed down more nachoes and cheese and salsa than I've ever eaten in my life. Then Brady and Steg and Mike and I had a discussion on some literary works of the day. (okay yeah we talked about books- how smart does that make us sound?) After than, Katie had to take home everyone, so Meggie and I hung out, playing some hardcore Donkey Kong. Supernintendo style. It was the shit.

And now I'm home- and more sore than ever. Thankfully, we don't have camp tomorrow! Hoorah! Hooray!

I'm going to immerse myself in Harry Potter Four. Ta!

P.s> does anyone miss the sign out?

I'm in a Glass Case of Emotion

Aye aye aye.

Mother continues to pester me.

I woke up today, and could barely drag my lard arse out of bed. (by bed I mean the couch in the basement... the rest of the house has once again become swealtering, and I can barely stand to go upstairs for food, let alone sleep) I am so sore. It's actually somewhat rediculous. Basically the only thing that doesn't hurt is my back- which is a good sign, as it means I didn't strain it doing anything yesterday- but as for my bumoley? Ah! I don't think I will ever walk properly again- or at least for a week or two.

Thankfully my evening festivities shall be low key. I'm pretty sure I can't hurt myself playing Mario Kart. On second thought, scratch that. If anyone is capeable of harming themselves with a game consol, it is definately myself.

Being unplugged is going well- I spent my day reading HPATPOA inbetween long, painful bouts of stretching. I have just begun GOF, but I don't feel like letting myself get into it before soccer and then the East Side- I wil savour it later. Not that I can really get into the first 200 or so pages of the fourth book, but might as well not set a trap for myself.

Gee, wiz, I am so excited for July 16th! Technically the 15th... but whatever. It will be the first OSBCTOY meeting in over a year!

In the mean time, I still haven't found anyone to go to Chicago conmigo. This depresses me extremely, for there is no way I'm going on another vacation with no one but mother. Everyone is going to be out of town that week already. Which sucks, because if I don't end up going that week, I will still be resigned to sitting on my arse all day, because no one will be around to do anything with. Poopy.

One advantage of this camp is that we don't need shin gards- which is excellent, as it keeps me from getting the dreaded soccer tan. Not to mention, I've actually worn sunscreen, in order to further reduce the effects of UV light upon my humble, white self. (not as white as some people, though... hahahaha)

Ack, I can't freaking move. Thank got in himmel that we have off tomorrow! And that I may be able to sneak away from Friday's as well... that is if mum would stop being a meddlesome fool in my fun.

Well, ciao, arrivederci, and all that jazz!

Show Me the Money

Tom Cruise is insane.

I thought I was bad, laughing at Futurama... but he... he is insane!!! He's laughing worse than a loon on loon pills.... it's like a loon in a loon house with other loons. But there's no one else around. Just him. He's insane.

I'm watching Leno, sorry.

However, I wouldn't mind Tom Cruise teaching me how to ride a motorcycle.

I just felt like writing that I think Tom Cruise is LOCO.

Yeah okay and another thing that bothers me? There was this commercial about... well, who knows what commercials are about. Anyway... they used the phrase "unconformist". Um... hello. That so isn't a word. I mean, okay, if you wanted to make it a word, it would mean that they were once conformist, but have un-conformisted themselves. That's not necessarily a good commercial sell... wouldn't you want people to think you had always been original?

Oooer, I think I want to see War of the Worlds -who's with me?

And the final thought of the night is that, just for kicks, I posted my "how to make a chain letter" blog (from ages and ages ago... I'd tell you the day, but I don't remember) just for kicks on myspace. And, hoorah hooray, someone reposted it as a bulletin! I am so amused by that. Yeah, that's right. I amused myself. Be jealous.

Those are my thoughts, the end.

One Fine Day

Hello friends! I have just finished enjoying an episode of Futurama, which was hilarious. I just sat here and laughed like a loon on loon pills to myself. It was marvy, enjoying a show like a kid again, laughing at stuff that wasn't really even that funny like it was the funniest thing ever.

Today I also spent time enjoying Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. My favourite of the five... though hoorah hooray, there's nineteen days until the new one is out! How excited am I? REALLY EXCITED. To the max.

I'm def enjoying this unplugged thing. I am kind of annoyed that mother said I could go to Columbus with Katie and Kristen and Ryan and Sean when I asked her, and now she decrees NAY.

Family Guy is on! How excellent!

Anyway, so I have to argue her back into letting me go.

I think I'm going to go enjoy this. Then I'm going to read more.

My tummy hurts. Camp

hahahaha they just spoke spanish! Then they put japaneese subtitles at the bottom. But I knew what the one said... he said... "Did you open the garage door tonight". Which was kind of funny because they were parachuting from a plane.

Anyway, camp... wasn't so bad. But I couldn't do half the stuff, so no wonder I'm not in significant pain.

I'm so distracted. Bye.

I'm Proposing a Swift Orderly Change

Last night... or technically this morning, I suppose, I was reading up on bloges long past. I have decided officially (though everybody knows it) that the bloges have simply been getting too emo for words. Not even emo, but freaking boring. I would like to apologize to everyone about this. Boring, emo bloges are simply no fun. I want to change that.

So I came to an unavoidable conclusion. Last year, on this very day, I began an internet sabattacal. I boycotted the internet for a week. Ish. I think I intended to give it up for a week, and that this intention failed after about four days. However, I really need to get stuff done. I need to clean... to order myself. Inside and out. 'Cause it's too important to stay the way it's been.

So I guess I will take a week (and when I say that it will probably wind up being about four days) (maybe) to just kind of chill from the internet. From myspace and AIM and AOL. I stayed up until about 1:30am last night. That's kind of pathetic- don't I have anything better to do with my time? Anyway, Yes. My computer will be off, my phone will be off. If I want you, I will contact you. You can always leave comments here, as well.

Now, for those of you who might think this, I do not want you to think I'm mad or sad or whatever. I just think now is a good time to get in order, to figure out what I want to do with the rest of my summer... and of course, the hallowed senior year. I want them both to be great, and I think it's better if I don't wander into them blindly. So don't take offence to this. I'm just organising.

Anyway, it's not like any of you are incapable of getting on without me. I mean, I will still be seeing most of you- when I call, of course- and I'll be back before half of you know I'm gone. I just think I need to unplug for a while- stretch my legs outside of the Martix. I plan upon coming back refreshed, happy, emo-free, and with far less sucky writing in here.

So I'll see ya when I see ya.

A Friend of a Friend He Got Beaten

Tonight wound up being pretty fun.

This afternoon Lyla called and invited me to the Greek Fest- but when I told mother I should be leaving, she was like 'oooh! greek! great idea!' so I stopped by in the afternoon with her. Then I came home, and got my cellular, and Kristen left me a message basically commanding that I go to the softball game. So I walked to Clague... but nay, the game wasn't there, and I hadn't been smart enough to check... so I walked back home (yeah, I have horrid blisters) and hopped in my old fashoined car and drove there. (since someone broke my bike) (grr)

After that I came home and cleaned up, then I went to Lyla's to pick up Naz and her to go to the Greek fest again. Then we went back to Lyla's and hung out, reading Lyla's first grade journals. Which were hilarious, let me tell you. After a bit, Naz had to leave, so Lyla and I jsut sat in her bedroom, talking to randos online, until we got bored and decided to crash on the boy's party in the basement. By party I mean that Lyla's brother and cousins were down there watching Family Guy. I, of course, luuuurve Family Guy, so I was quite keen to join in. So we sat down there and laughed and cried along with the family. Then I went home.

I really did enjoy myself tonight, which is stupid because I didn't really do anything but sit around and watch Family Guy- but then again, that is a great show.

AHHHHHHHH mother makes me so angry.

Yes, well, nothing else really going on. Kind of in a boredum slump right now- and tomorrow begins the week from hell. I hate soccer. And I hate soccer camps. Especially this one.

Chop.
Chop.