God's Good Ocean Gone Wrong

Oh god. It's been about twenty-four hours since I slept, not counting the awkward and uncomfortable sleep I got in the Skoch's car while wedged between Ricky and Skoch.

I'm pretty much only blogging in an attempt to stay awake for ten more minutes while my white strips are setting.

So let's talk about my fourth. Okay. Well in the morning I went to the mall and purchased a Coach purse! I was very excited. I have few friends who actually share in my excitement. Sydnie was very proud of me and helped me decide. Elizabeth thinks I'm insane. Kristen and Caitlin were fond. And at that point I pretty much ran out of friends who can actually appreciate a Coach purse for what it is- a glorious waste of 200 dollars. But I'm fond of it so screw you all.

Then I went to Skoch's house and we watched some quality episodes of Sienfield while waiting for Ricky to come. When he did, we travelled to the far away land of Catawba, and joined, of all people, the Blakeslees for a summer-fest. I attempted to learn to water-ski at one point, and now I'm rather sore from that. Kristen joined us as well. We all did wonderful amusing feats such as tubing and waterskiing and then we came in for dinner.

Thus we ate and it was marvelous. I feasted upon carrots and salad. Kevin, Ricky, and I spent much time longing for beers. Kevin a little too much perhaps. Then we "watched fireworks" which were gay because they were all far away except for the stupid ones the people next to us were firing off.

Wow I'm losing control of my motor functions at this point.

Anyway, so Kristen had to leave so Skoch and Ricky and Kevin and Ben and I hung out on the delightful... veranda? I don't even know... and talked and played with fire and all was great. Eventually Kevin and Ben gave up on the frigid outdoors, but Ricky and Skoch and I remained all night, in the freezing gusts (we did make skoch get us blankets. he got one blanket and a sleeping bag. Ricky curled himself into the sleeping bag like a burrito and skoch and I had to share the stupid crocheted piece of crap) There were some incidents involving floating lights, herons, and haikus. But I don't remember them much.

Then I had a fiber-filled breakfast and then we came home. And here I am.

And I still have two minutes before my whitestrips are done.

Whatever, maybe Lyla emailed me.

Tearing Out the Sutures

I finished reading Flowers for Algernon. It was incredibly depressing. Yet it was a really good novel and I enjoyed reading it immensely. It's one of those delightful "thinking novels". yet now, here I am, watching Jimmy Neutron, one of the few Nicktoons I don't regularly enjoy. That and Catscratch. I loathe Catscratch.

Anyway. I'm pleasantly and thuroughly depressed at this point in my summer. As usual, not entirely clear on why. I have an idea, though. But it's always just an idea.

I am also disappointed because we were supposed to see the fireworks tonight at Avon Commons, just like the last two years. Unfortnately the rain makes that look unlikely. And the rain date is Saturday, and I already bought my ticket to Reel Big Fish. Which is actually far superior to fireworks, but still.

The most unfortunate is that I now have nothign really to do tonight, and I have to get out of here pretty soon or my parents will force me to consume dinner with them. Which is painful. I can't talk to them anymore. It stresses me out and I don't even know why.

Um, well, screw this.