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Just got back from the thrift store-- extremely bored. Leenie counted sixty-seven bug bites on my back alone. Hurrah. Switched rooms yesterday, and I had a horrible time trying to get to sleep. As it is, I've grown accustomed to sleeping with my back turned to the door in whatever room I'm in. This, of course, is impossible to do in a room with doors on three of its four walls. So, I tossed and turned last night, as I suppose I will for the next eleven days. I miss everyone way too much, and it's kind of scaring me.

Yesterday was the first Father's Day I've spent away from my father. I did, however, talk to him on the phone for about an hour. Hope that makes up for whatever father-daughter bonding stuff he'd planned. Right now I'm at the library, supposed to be looking up things for summer reading. Obviously, I'm not.

I just finished The Da Vinci Code, and I found the ending somewhat anticlimactic. Oh well, aren't they always?

For the next week-ish amount of time, I have absolutely nothing planned, and, as so, I will be open to phone calls, letters, e-mails. etc. Anything to get away from the boredom, y'know? ;p

I have some other things I feel like writing, but I'm not open enough to type such things (poetry and anonymous letters, mainly) in a public setting. So, those will come later.

That's it for now. Well, this entry. Now I'm going to repost the thing I stole from Cat. =)

I retyped my summaries three times, and they all got deleted. So, obviously, fate does not want you guys to know about the first quarter of my trip. All I can say, is
NEVER GO TO SEAWORLD.
Especially if you don't know how to get there.

In other news, I thought this meme was amusing:

Why do people run from Myndi?

You have an overwhelming urge to sing "We are the World" over and over at the top of your lungs

'Why do people run from you?' at QuizGalaxy.com

So, finally getting around to documenting some stuff. Nothing all too interesting yet, but here goes:

Friday: Firday night was graduation-- the singingness and the tearyness and the, well, people graduatingness. also meaning my freshman year is over, which could be either a good or a bad thing, depending on how you look at it.

Around 10PM, we left on the road to Kat's house. Two hours of ddriving, and I spent most of it trying to find a decent radio station. Typical me. We stopped for food and such, but that's not important. Once I got to Kat's house, everyone else was dead tired. They slept. I kinda chilled, showered, etc. Basically an iuneventful night, apart from graduation.

Saturday: Dee plane, dee plane! Our flight from Newark got pushed back from 6 to 11AM. Don't ask me how that happened. Security was pretty easy to get through, aside from the fact that my mother had to be patted down, and her shoes needed to go through the x-ray thing 'cause there was metal in them. It was kind of funny, though.

On the plane, we were sitting behind these two girls who had never flown alone before. I had a little fun with them, telling them that the things that were happening on our plane weren't normal, and there must've been something wrong. Well, the plane did totally shut down about ten minutes before takeoff, but whatever.


And the stupid whore of a sister closed my browser when I went to go pick up Kat from the airport. So, everything from Saturday to Tuesdaw is gone. Fucking pissed off right now because of this and because of the car ride back. Too fucking pissed off to finish the update. And I can't even relieve any of my tension how I normally do because it would annoy Kat tonight. Goddamn, I really wish I had my own room again right about now.

Someone call me tonight, or email me or something. I need someone to talk to, like, badly, before I lose my fricking mind.

Much Luff,
M.

Nothing compares to sitting alone on the roof of a perfect yellow house at 2AM in the rain and staring at the stars.

Except for maybe sitting on the roof of a perfect yellow house at 2AM in the rain and staring at the stars in good company.


I promise I'll write about actual vacation-y events when I get the chance. Really, I will.

Much Luff,
M.

That's how long I spent trying to get this connection to work. Because I'm a geek. But at least now I'll have my late-night internet-ing while I'm away. So it works out well.

Once I feel inspired, I'll write about waht actually happened so far. However, when I tried to do it in wordpad earlier, there was an afternoon thunderstorm, and the power surged. So yeah, stupid person I am didn't save, so it got lost.

So, more things to come.

So, it's the last day. Doesn't seem like it. Doesn't seem like I'll be leaving the stress-filled mornings behind for a few months. It doesn't seem like I'm not going to see some of my friends until next year. It doesn't seem like some people aren't going to be there when I go back. Time's just stood still for me for at least the past month, and it's continuing to do so. I think the big reality check will come when I get on the plane, and I'll be thousands of feet in the air, thinking, "Holy shit."

Kat said finishing her first year of high school felt like a big accomplishment, and she finally felt like she belonged, or something. However, I'm left feeling more or less cold. But I have a right to be; after all, it is no big deal. I'm just going to be doing the same thing next year. And the year after. And after that. Losing and gaining friends, mostly gaining stress, my childhood slipping away. This year's gone so quickly, I can't explain it. Only these first few days of June have seemed to stand still, and now I'm finally being thrust forward.

Oh well, I suppose it happens to us all.

Much Luff,
M.

P.S.- I will miss you all dearly while I'm away, and if you call and I'm at my phone, I will definitely answer, regardless of the hour.

P.P.S. - Bill might as well be talking to himself, because I am not listening to anyone's bitching this early in the morning.

P.P.P.S - Might actually make it to graduation. The whale went to work.

I seriously don't care anymore. What you say, what you want me to be. It's crap. Just because I'm not you, and I'm not your obedient little lap-dog, is no reason to explode on me. But, if you must, go ahead. It's lost its effect. So, you hit me, beat me a few times. It's not like I even feel it anymore. It's just annoying now, because it takes up my time and I have to hear your ridiculous yelling. I really do hope you keel over soon. Keep eating that fast food and all those jelly doughnuts. Or not. Just remember, since I'm the worst mistake you've ever made, it's not wise to put me in charge of your medications.

Dear Self-Centered Cuntface,

Thanks for ruining my day.

Signed,
"The Worst Mistake You Ever Made"

P.S. - I hope you die. =)