Does anybody know where I can find those tapes that you can listen to to learn an accent of some sort? One of my goals for the summer was originally to develop both Scottish and Irish accents, since I know realize that English is never enough. But now that I'm reading Trainspotting, which is written entirely in phonetic Scottish slang, I feel the need to develop a Scottish accent even more. Because the only way I can read this book and actually understand it is to read it out loud to myself, in some semblance of a Scottish accent. And, well, my accent sucks. Good book, though, you should read it. And for those of you who aren't too keen on reading books aloud, you needn't worry--there's a glossary in the back.
In other news...there is no other news. Jason's leaving today, we went out with him last night, it was fun. We rented 'Dogma', and I was reminded of just how good a movie that really is. (I had forgotten.) What else...well, my parents overslept this morning, causing us to miss church, causing me to not get my DVD of 'Following' back from Chad again. You know, the one he's had since March? Eh well, it's entirely my fault for always forgetting to ask for it back. I'll get it next Sunday I suppose.
So guess what's coming up next week! Guess! Yep, that's it: Butch Walker!!!! I'm ecstatic. I have my outfit all planned out, we're going to get there early enough to get way close, despite the fact that Butch won't be on until well after eight or so, but hey, Left Front Tire is good too. Well anyways, it's exciting. Everyone here should be well aware of just how dead sexy Butch Walker actually is. He's on my short list.
Oh! Speaking of which, my final revised short list is as follows:
1) tied between Ewan McGregor and Jimmy Fallon
2) Matt Damon
3) Edward Norton
4) Butch Walker
5) Jude Law
I know that's actually six guys, but it would be cruel to make me choose between Ewan and Jimmy, thus knocking Jude off the list.
Well anyways, that's all. Nothing else there is. Goodbye.

My parents have people over, which means I either have to make chit-chat or stand idly by as they discuss work, tennis, and church. It's really, really boring. Why can't my parents friends have hot sons my age?!
So today was nothing except constructing a board game, but tomorrow's GAME DAY! Heh heh...well, board game day. Well I'm excited.
Speaking of game day, how many of you interesting people belong to the school of thought that feels superior to high school football games? Because I'd like to say, I hate you all. No, maybe that's a little bit harsh. I don't hate any of you. But come on you guys...football games are practically the essence of high school! I know our team rarely wins, and you have to put up with annoying band parents, and the cheerleaders spelling words wrong, but other than that, they're so much fun! So all of you guys are required by me to go to at LEAST one next year, especially if you don't usually go. And those of you who, like me, love football games, are required to go to ALL with me. And we can go to Steak & Shake after. Yay!
Okay, well, I'm off to socialize. Wish me luck. Luck.

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I don't know what all the big fuss was about Nicole's performance.
The critics raved about her, she was nominated for Best Actress at most of the award shows, people were practically bowing down at the Church of Nicole Kidman. While Ewan, nobody made a really big deal over. It was like "Nicole Kidman was amazing! She was pure brilliance! She's a goddess! ...oh yeah, and that Ewan kid was pretty good, too. Isn't he Irish or something?" It's all very weird to me, because personally I think that Ewan did the amazing job, while Nicole was just good. I think his part was harder to play, more demanding and much more emotional. Not that hers was easy--but his was harder. And when they both did excellent jobs, why only consider her for all the praise and accolades?
Sure, some will argue that Ewan got pushed to the back of the barrel, what with all the many talented male actors we had in films this past year. But I say that's no excuse for overlooking such talent.
Sorry about this blog being so irrelevent. It would have been more fitting if I had talked about it in February or March, or even April, but hey, I didn't have a forum then. Sorry.

Fucking computer. Crashes every eight minutes.
Now I shall try and rewrite the beautiful, wonderful blog that I had written before XP decided I wasn't worthy of a working system. Note the 'try', because I most certainly won't succeed.
So me and Erin are sitting in my car outside Sonic, drinking milkshakes and arguing over the radio, when all of a sudden Erin notices that this woman, who's sitting at a table with her husband and son, keeps looking at us. We shrug this off and go back to what we were doing. Until said woman stands up from her seat, a crisp new dollar bill in hand, and swiftly approaches my side of the car. She taps on the glass to get me to roll down the window, which I do. Now that this point we're both very confused--I think she's going to ask me to turn down the music, and Erin (as she informs me later) thinks she's going to pay me a dollar to try my milkshake. Turns out neither one of us were right. The lady says, "I'll give you this dollar if you turn off your engine."
What?! We're both baffled by now. The woman had already shoved the dollar bill into my hand, so I didn't have a chance to say something like "Shove it up your ass, bitch," or "Oh, I'm terribly sorry, but we were just about to leave anyway." So I turn off the engine and she goes back to her family in peace. Now, a few things come to our minds as we sit in the car, befuddled. First of all, did she not notice the other three or four cars sitting outside Sonic with their engines blaring? Apparently not. And secondly, why did she need my engine to be off in the first place? So she could experience a nice quiet picnic lunch with her family, in an atmosphere reminiscent of a grassy park on a glorious spring day? Well, lady, you're in the parking lot of a Sonic by a highway. Engine or no engine, this isn't a damn picnic.
So we sat in the car with the engine off, melting from the heat, until we decide we want to go visit Bidwell. Of course, this would involve turning the engine back on--and we're both afraid of this lady. We sit for several minutes, debating what to do. Finally, I get out of the car and throw away our milkshake cups, in what I hope was a silent indication that we were about to leave. I don't know what we were afraid of...her chasing us down Highway 9 screaming about the environment? But either way, I started the car and pulled out of their fast, not looking back to see if she noticed. She was one scary lady.
And that's my experience. You'd think I made a dollar off it, which I guess would be nice, but I'm still broke now, so where did that get me? Yep, that's right: nowhere.

Most of you need only to have checked your email boxes to know that I got my SAT scores today. I tried to sign on to college board at 12:01 exactly, but the site was down until 12:45. I know: I checked every four minutes. But finally, at 12:45 exactly, the excrutiating pain of waiting was over and my scores appeared in front of me.
I was expecting about a 1280, honestly. I knew I had gone down quite a bit from last time. So I was expecting a 1280, hoping for a 1350 (what I got last time), and telling myself that triple digits really weren't that bad.
So I got a 1400.
End of story.
Well I'm excited.

I saw 'Minority Report' today. It was definitely very good. Not at all what I expected. When I first started hearing about it and seeing previews, my thoughts were "damn, not another action movie that wants to be sci-fi but doesn't quite make it", or something remarkably similar to that. Finally I decided that I'd see it, mostly because of Stephen Spielberg. But it was well worth it. I'd like to compare it in some ways to 'The Matrix', only I can't quite get a grasp on the similarities between the two. It also made me appreciate 'AI' a whole lot more, although I'm not quite sure why. All I know is that now, I'm second guessing whether or not 'AI' can be classified as The Worst Movie Of All Time.
But back to 'Minority Report'. I promised certain people I wouldn't talk about this movie before they see it, so I find myself unable to give specifics regarding plot or storyline. What I can talk about, though, is the acting and the actors. Overall, the acting was very good. Every movie I see Tom Cruise in lately makes me like him more. I used to really dislike him, I'm not sure what caused that, but after seeing 'Vanilla Sky' and now this, I like him a whole lot better. Colin Farrell, Sarah will be happy to know, performs quite nicely in this movie. You can't even tell that he's Irish (unless, of course, you know that he is). His accent is very good for nearly all of the time, much better than Ewan's American accent in 'Black Hawk Down' and 'Nightwatch'. Maybe Ewan should stick to the European accents. Anyway, so everyone in 'Minority Report' was good. I don't know much of anything about some of the other actors in it, otherwise I would name some of them and pretend I have much cinematic knowledge, but I can't so I won't. Let's just leave it at the acting is good.
I could talk about the directing, or the score (courtesy of John Williams), or the futuristic vibe, but I really don't feel like it. I've written quite enough about this movie. I'll leave it alone for now.
On another note, I'm quite bored. I haven't really gone out in a few days, which you'd think would be a welcome change from the beginning of summer when I was going out every day, finding it impossible to turn down an invite, but no. It's not welcome at all. I hate being bored, being cooped up in my house with my parents. All they ever allow me to do for periods of time longer than 30 minutes or so is read for school and clean the house. Usually house-cleaning, in their minds, takes precedence over reading. Grrrr.
So finally, if you have something to do (besides going to Eddie's party, Lindsey, which I will never do), call me. I'm bored. "If you're bored then you're boring", says Harvey Danger. Well, then, so be it.

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Late summer nights are the perfect times for online quizzes. Don't worry, I'm planning a real blog for later.
Oh and by the way...Ewan, wet? Mmm...

Yeah so I think I'm in love with Moby now.
Please disregard the gravity of that last post. Aw, I feel bad for bringing anybody down now.

I've been on Moby's website and I just found out that Moby's birthday is September 11th. Isn't that awful? So I've been reading the journal entries on his site from the days surrounding Sept. 11th. It's very sad, as he lives in New York City and woke up on the morning of his birthday to the sound of explosions. I find it interesting to read all this about that event because it gets me thinking about how easily we forgot about it.
When I look back on that time, I can't believe that we go day to day without even giving so much as a thought to the events that 'shook the nation'. It just seems like it was such a HUGE thing and we've almost forgotten about it. And I can't decided whether this is good because it means we've returned to normal or if this is bad because it means we've pushed something so important out of our minds.
That part of it, just the part about forgetting about it, reminds me of Matt Bonds dying, and how people swore they would stop drinking and driving and stuff for a couple weeks, and then come spring break they were right back at it. That always bothered me, but I guess I can't really fault them. I don't drink, but I decided on that Saturday morning at the 'Little Shop' work party where we found out about his death that I would stop driving so recklessly, and that lasted about a week, tops. So I've contributed to the people who didn't change like they said they were going to. We've all just gone back to how we always were. And I can't decide if this is good because it means we've returned to normal or if this is bad because it means we've pushed something so important out of our minds.
That's all from me. I can't be thoughtful for very long. I'm sorry if this blog wasn't as happy or amusing as they usually are supposed to be. It's just my thoughts.

So I watched the (extremely) edited version of 'American Pie' tonight on FOX. I'm beginning to think that maybe I'm the only human being alive who gets sad watching those movies. 'American Pie 2' almost made me cry! Am I abnormal? Am I crazy? Who knows.
I went out to lunch with Jason today, just the two of us. (I know!) Things have improved, for those of you who know how things have been going the past, oh, year or so. For the rest of you...it doesn't really matter. But we discussed 'Twelfth Night' practically the whole time and things went swimmingly, except for one altercation involving 'Empire Records' auditions (I held my tongue, thus preventing the Amy Explosion that would have probably occurred). But I feel like I shouldn't talk about all that on here, especially since even Jason himself wouldn't know what I was talking about.
I also watched 'Nightwatch' with Sarah this afternoon. It was actually pretty good, I liked it more than I expected to. In case you haven't heard of it, it's a 1998 Ewan McGregor movie. He plays a law student who gets a job working the night shift as a security guard in a morgue, and then is set up for murder. It's interesting, kind of edge-of-your-seat, even though I guessed who the killer was halfway throught. I hate that--I'd rather have it be a surprise. Like the damn Sixth Sense. I figured out that movie thirty minutes into it, and I think if I hadn't, I would have enjoyed it more. But anyway, back to 'Nightwatch', Ewan (who's Scottish, for those of you who have never met me or haven't seen either of the new Star Wars movies or have been living under a very large mossy rock for the past few years) attempts an American accent in it. Key word: "attempts". Oh, he does an okay job. I think if I didn't know he was Scottish (maybe those of you rock dwellers are lucky in that respect), I would've thought it was a pretty normal accent. But you could hear some funny undertones in his voice, and as Sarah said, you could tell by his jaw and the way he enunciated that the accent was very forced. But he was cute in it, so what can ya do, right?
I recorded 'Next Stop Wonderland' tonight on Oxygen. I haven't watched it yet, but I'm sure later on I'll be in the mood for a nice little romantic comedy, and that's what I'll do. Fun. Hey, it'll be better than watching all the six and a half minute romantic comedies over at www.atomfilms.com...although those are very good, too.

I changed the name. Do you like it, hate it, have any feelings on it? Yeah, I don't know. I think 'Musings...' had taken me as far as it could, and I like 'For Me This Is Heaven' (the Jimmy Eat World song from which the title was taken), so there you are.
Also, I realized I have 1056 songs downloaded on Grokster. Do you think maybe that's overkill?
Nah.

My new dream job is to be a MPAA film rater. Oh...does that mean I have to have children? Sigh. Never mind.

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So I'm on a quiz kick. So what. C'mon...it'll give you something to do.

I just wached 'Vanilla Sky', finally. I definitely don't know why I was so resistant to seeing that movie. It was the same thing that happened with 'Moulin Rouge'--except I loved 'Moulin Rouge' and I only liked 'Vanilla Sky'--I saw the previews and thought something along the lines of "why would I ever subject myself to that?" And then I got around to seeing the film, per my friends' recommendations/demands, and it surprised me.
As for 'Vanilla Sky', I have a few thoughts on it (a very few). I like the music a lot. Is there a soundtrack? Well, if there is, I might get around to buying it sometime. Although the movie led me to hate both Tom Cruise and Penelope Cruz (Cruise-Cruz...haha) a whole lot less, I still believe that they're both highly overrated. And that Cameron Diaz--I didn't like her in this. It's been awhile since I've seen her in something that I liked her in. I guess I liked her in 'A Life Less Ordinary'...but that's beside the point. Who I did like, was Jason Lee. It reaffirmed my faith in him as an actor. What can I say, I love 'Chasing Amy'. And I also liked...Kurt Russell? Did I just say that? I must be losing my mind.
The movie was good. I liked it. My parents even liked it. What does that say?

What WB drama are you?
Like the kids in on the creek, you play cool, using those two dollar words and acting way more mature than someone your age. Even though you are usually calm and collected, you are also sensitive, especially when it comes to love and your goals. You are very ambitious, so it's often that you are found with you laptop/Palm Pilot/cell doing business or whatever. You have a slight(!) tendency of being whiny, but people obviously overlook this because so many people wanna be your main squeeze! Which explains how you've been linked at one point with almost all of your friends from the opposite sex. Like Joey, you sure do get around!

I am total cheese. But I'm acceptable cheese, right guys?

I realized earlier that most of my friends who left have blogs. And also, that those who left and have blogs are also the bloggers who tend to update practically every day, if not more often. So I was thinking, and I also realized that the remaining bloggers are those who seem to update, at most, once a week! What's a blogging girl to do?
So my proposal is simple--those of you who have blogs and are still in town, update more often! And those of you 'lurkers' who just read the blogs but don't have one of your own--get one. That's a demand. That way, there will be more blogs to read, and more things to do during the hours that I while away sitting around watching golf with my mother.
So--blog early and blog often. That's all for now.

So tomorrow Ashleigh is leaving. Am I going to survive the summer? We'll have to wait and see. I will have to get by on letters and emails alone. Sigh.
Me and Erin went over to Ash's to "help" her pack, and help her eat ice cream earlier tonight. It was fun. We went out on the roof by her room and discussed jumping off into the pool. We would have (well, I would have), except we didn't think we'd make it that far. We'd probably fall into the bushes. I would love to have a rooftop hideout like that. Where I could sneak out of my bedroom window and sit under the stars or under the sun or under the clouds and read, or tan, or write, or just not be around anybody. Or methinks it would be a nice place to go out and make out with boys, but I guess I'll never know for sure, as I don't have any kind of roof area like that.
So it was fun tonight, from the roof to the folding to the Bruster's to the lemonade stealing. I told Erin that while Ashleigh is gone, I plan to loot her house and steal her bed. Just to see if she notices when she gets back. I wonder if I'll actually do it.
In other news, life is boring. My friends are dropping off one by one, abandoning me for places they want to go or don't want to go, for exotic locales or for dull vacation spots. I went suddenly from being busier than I would have liked, going out every single day and very rarely getting home before midnight, to wondering what I'm going to do when I wake up at noon, staying in my pajamas all day, and doing nothing. I can't say I enjoy the change.
Please don't think I'm crazy when I say I'm ready for summer to be over. I mean, obviously I'm not, because I've barely done any of the reading, and I don't especially look forward to school (maybe because the closer we get to senior year, the closer we get to graduation...), but summer gets awfully tedious, and I know that come school year, I'll have all my friends back. And we can all start hanging out again. We had a good group dynamic going on, and then some of you had to go and leave and ruin it. But I forgive.
I'm writing everyone letters. Everyone, whether they are in town or not. I've only gotten one done so far, but expect a letter within the next week or so, if all goes according to plan. I just figure, I'm bored, and people like to get mail, so why not.
If you have something to do sometime, please tell me. I live for nonboredom. I need something. Tomorrow is Thursday and it's completely empty, as far as I remember. So is Friday. The weekend is when me and Erin are going to work on our rulebook (it's all very hush-hush), and Monday I think will be a Drama Club lit project meeting, but beyond that I'm completely free. That's sort of sad, that I don't have anything at all to do. I used to! Back when everyone was still here! I need something to keep me occupied, like a job, or a big fun project. Well, I'll work on it. We'll see.

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My friends are leaving me. Not all of you. No. Not all. Some of you are already gone, and some of you won't leave for awhile, and some of you will leave and come back, and some of you leave tomorrow, and some of you leave on Thursday. So this is my 'Goodbye' blog of sorts.
Daniel and Drew, although you'll never read this, have fun at Boy's State and your respective summer programs. I miss your blogs, and I still check them every day out of habit. It's like when you have a limb amputated and you have phantom pains. You know, you guys are gone and I know you're gone, but I still check your blogs. ...right.
Laura, have fun having your baby Otto. I still can't believe you named it Otto Von Bismarck Murphy. That's just plain rude. I won't say whose baby it is in here, because this is a public notice, but you know exactly who I'm referring to (hint--there are three, and two of them have the same first initial...). Good luck with your new son!
Ashleigh, I miss you already and you're not even gone! Don't leave me, you're fun! But alas, I'll have to learn to get along without you, since after next year you'll be off at Dartmouth while I waste away at State U. Have fun at camp, but not so much fun that you want to go back next year. Bring me back a hot lifeguard, or else your time has been wasted. You are required to write me a letter. (At least one.)
Bethany, I don't even know when you leave! Soon, I'm assuming. Have fun! You're going a hundred million places, so bring me back a postcard or something like that. It will be enjoyed. I'm sure you'll love London with your annoying grandmother. You're going to experience Stonehenge, but please, for your sake, avoid the Druids.
Jason, I know you're not ever going to read this, but I'll miss you.
Did I forget somebody? I'm sorry if I did! I don't think I did, or if I did, it's probably somebody who's not going to be gone ALL summer. But, we'll see. If I forgot you, tell me please! And I'll write a whole blog about just you. And won't you feel special?
So to all of you, including those that I may or may not have forgotten, I'll miss you, I miss you, and I hope you all come back in one piece! And by that I mean, each of you. Not, like, all of you coming back as one big ball or something. That would be odd.

I want to read A Separate Peace but I'm afraid of just how sad I'll get.

Ugh. Trauma. I just got back from getting my hair done at Golden Scissors at the mall--never a happy experience. First there's the hell that is getting your hair washed and conditioned by someone 'popular' from your school, who proceeds to ask you questions like "where do you go to school?" and "what middle school did you go to?". Sometimes I'm tempted to say something like "yeah, it's okay that you don't know who I am, we've only been in the same math class every year since seventh grade, no biggie", but I don't think I ever have. Maybe just once.
Then I'm escorted over to the place where my hair will be cut. That's not as bad, except that I am really untalented at small-talking adults. I just can't. I clam up. And I feel bad because I know he must be thinking something like "what the hell is wrong with this girl, she only speaks when spoken to", but I can't help it. I've always been really really bad at talking to adults. I can't even pick up the Chinese food myself.
Then there's the scary paying part. It's not as scary usually, because I can just give the girl at the front desk the tip and tell her "that's for tip" and go. But sometimes I am forced to give the tip directly to the haircutter (usually when I was younger, by my mother), which I think is embarrassing. "Oh...here's your...you know..." Mm, definitely don't like to do that. I lucked out today, however, and just ended up giving all my money to the receptionist.
Then, of course, there's the fact that the guy who does my hair parts it wrong, without fail. This time he must have thought he heard me say "would you please part it on the completely wrong side just above my freaking ear?" because that's exactly what he did. So I had to speed home and try to salvage the style. It hardly worked. Now my hair is pointy on top and looks funny. But I'm still scarred from the time he decided that I wanted a zig-zag part.
And now I'm off to something I've heard is even more traumatizing--senior portraits. I don't want to go! Well, wish me luck, and I'll see you afterwards.

I'm ruminating as we speak on how we never do anything spontaneous. I swear, we are some of the most boring and predictable people I know. And I am the worst of them all.
It would be so, so, so nice if we could just say "Let's go downtown" one afternoon hanging out at somebody's house, and just go. But there's parents, there's obligations, there's curfews. I'm all a-tingle with anticipation of the day when we will all be 18 or older, old enough so there are no curfews to hold us back, and so parents have no (legal) control over us anymore. But then it will be sad, because we will all be apart, in our respective colleges, and I will be a mess.
So because of that, we need to do our part to be spontaneous and unpredictable and wild now. I'm sure most of you have heard my tirades about how we need to just be "normal teenagers" for once. You know, the kind that go to parties on the weekends and disobey authority and don't hang out at Jason's all day, playing Grand Theft Auto II and discussing 'Star Wars'. Don't get me wrong, I love our group and I have fun. But it would be so very nice if high school in real life could be like high school in the movies.
I wish I lived in a John Hughes movie. I would love to go to school in a John Hughes movie, I would love to make friends in a John Hughes movie, I would love to fall in love in a John Hughes movie, and invariably obtain the object of my lust, because as you all know, in a John Hughes movie Girl A always gets Guy A and Guy B is left high and dry, dreaming about Girl A from afar, i.e. Duckie. I love Duckie with a passion. I hate hate hate Andie for going out with Mr. Popularity Blane McDonough when Duckie is so obviously in love with her. And it doesn't make me feel any better that that 'hot blonde chick' wants to dance with Duckie at the end of the movie. He should have ended up with Andie; that's just the way it was supposed to be.
Well this is interesting. I went from ranting about our predictability to ranting about 'Pretty In Pink'. I also have senior portraits tomorrow, but I don't want to rant about those. Maybe after they're over.

Not to be outdone, I purchased and viewed 'Harry Potter & The Sorcerer's Stone' tonight. Spent the better half of the movie exclaiming "That's so cute! He's so cute! They're so cute!" (or, "He's so hot!" in the case of the lovely and talented Sean Biggerstaff) out loud to no one in particular. I also bought 'The Serpent's Kiss', what looks to be a very shitty Ewan McGregor movie, but a Ewan McGregor movie nonetheless.
Tomorrow is more drama club 'business' (although it's certainly more pleasure than it is business, as we rarely get much done at our little gatherings). I don't think many of the usual crowd will be there. But, alas, we'll enjoy ourselves.
I just want to say that the 'Harry Potter' dvd has some of the coolest special features of any dvd I've seen. Go buy it. Right now.

I just read an article called 'Our Last Summer' by Steve Friedman, torn out of Bethany's 1995 issue of Seventeen with River Phoenix on the cover (yes, the one who died). It wasn't exactly what I expected. I read the first page or so at Bethany's, and it was about two boys determined to have their last summer together before college be the same as all their summers had been. But then it turned into a story about an older girl who taught those same boys lessons about life. Then, at the end, it turned into a story about two boys determined to live out their last summer in a way different than ever before, and yet still the same. I didn't love the middle. Mostly I loved the beginning, and liked the end, and would have edited out the middle. But I suppose that a middle is necessary when writing a story.
The thing that struck me most about 'Our Last Summer' was that we can all identify with it, even if we're not boys and we're not going to college in the fall and there's no older girl to teach us about life. The place that Rocky and Steve were in that story is the same place that I can see us all in come next summer--clinging desperately to the remains of high school. I mean, I know that most of you aren't like me, and most of you will be overjoyed come graduation. But still, you have to admit that you will spend a little bit of next summer missing your friends, missing the routine, missing everything. And I'm not trying to be depressing here or anything, and I'm not even trying to evoke any feelings that were going around the blog circle back during that last week of school. I'm just trying to explain why this magazine article affected me as it did. Because it wasn't about two boys living in St. Louis, MO named Rocky and Steve--it was about us.

Look! It's Susy Homemaker!
I baked mini-muffins today (which were promptly eaten by everyone over at Bethany's...yum). I tend to do that a lot. And not just when I get upset or anxious, like some people do. I just get bored and bake, or realize we have no chocolate in our house and bake, or feel like doing something while watching tv and bake. Usually chocolate chip cookies, the occasional brownies, from time to time muffins, and on very rare days, a cake or two. I don't know why I do it, since I'm usually not the advocate of all things domestic. It's strange.
Turns out my sunburn is worse than I anticipated. I hope it doesn't peel...but I'm bright red on my upper chest and shoulders, and on just the front of my legs. Tomorrow, I tackle the back of my legs and my back, which are still very pale. I can do it....
Not much else to say. I watched 'Mulholland Drive' finally, after 45 of my closest friends and enemies watched it and decided to talk about it non-stop for the past few weeks. I didn't understand enough to write about it. If you thought 'Memento' was confusing...well, you're not too bright, because 'Memento' was easy enough to work out after four or five viewings...but if you thought 'Memento' was confusing, then don't even bother watching 'Mulholland Drive'. Dude.

I laid out today for two hours. Got slightly burnt. I can only hope that it's not so bad that I peel just in time for senior portraits on Tuesday, the event for which I've been giving myself skin cancer every day. Most would say that pink was a better color than ghostly white, though, so I don't mind so much that I'm more burnt than tanned. In fact, that's one thing I like about the summer--you can burn yourself bright red and it doesn't even matter. It's not like during the school year, where if you came to school with hot pink skin you'd be worried about what people would think, and how you looked. And don't think I'm only referring to the superficial, shallow people such as myself with that statement--I know that most of you care about your appearance enough that you would be a little bit upset if you had to go to school sporting a highly unnatural skin tone. But during the summer, it doesn't matter because everybody understands. They look at you and think 'oh, she must've just come back from the beach' or 'he must've been laying out by the pool today', instead of things like 'wow, that skin tone really doesn't go with her shoes'. I don't know, maybe it's a dumb thing to think about, but that's why I wrote it in here, the repository of Dumb Things to Think About.

So I've only been awake for four hours, and it's four o'clock. The highlights of my day so far have been watching 'A Life Less Ordinary' (very good, very cute), and watching some guys install new carpet downstairs. It's been entertaining, really. I'd really like to leave the house. I have an urge to go DVD shopping, but I have to save my money for the rest of the month so I can continue my lavish lifestyle of going out every single day.
Tonight is probably going to be a night of me staring at the wall, as my tentative plans are no longer tentative OR plans, and our tv and vcr and dvd player are still not hooked up after having to unhook them for the carpetmen. Sounds like fun, doesn't it?
I really should go read one of the eight or so books that I've started in the past week or two, but I don't think I'm in a reading mood. I'm in a leaving the house mood, so maybe I'll go think up an excuse and do just that.

Sometimes I overanalyze everything. And that can only lead to trouble.
Summer makes me not care about things I would normally care about. I don't know why. But things that I would freak over during the school year don't seem to faze me as much during the summer. And sometimes it's nice to just Not Care.
Well, I need a fix of Ewan McGregor. Either 'A Life Less Ordinary' or 'Emma'. We'll see.

So, I had a fun day. To an extent.
It began with waking up at an ungodly hour (10:30) to go over to Jason's to work on the Lit project for drama club. We did less work than pizza-eating. Then I went shopping, and I'm sure you all care about that particular fact. I bought capri's and a shirt, by the way.
Around 8:15 I went over to Laura's for the MTV Movie Awards bash. Quite entertaining. And we didn't mind at all that Jason and Adam, who said they were going to show up late or drop by, didn't. Because we were having way too much fun. Yep.
It was a very good group, somewhat The Usual. Me, Laura, Lindsey, Ashleigh, Sarah, Garrett, Daniel. The night involved much screaming over Ewan McGregor, arguing about who dreamt about who, watching hockey, and a little bit of actually paying attention to the awards show. After we got home, we all poured into one little chat room (that a few of us still reside in) to talk some, and to have Garrett mess with our heads and Daniel be sarcastic and Ashleigh be blonde and Sarah read. We just can't get enough of each other...right.
So this blog was quite a bit less eventful than my day. My day actually was pretty fun. So what if this blog doesn't show it properly.

So the guys down at Blockbuster all think I'm 19. Hmmm...good to know.

So Ashleigh and I are at the mall after a round of unsuccessful Visits (refer to her blog for the full story), and what should we see on our way up the escalator but A Whore. Yes, my friends, not just a whore, but A Whore. Now, most of you realize that this is a pretty common occurence in North Point, especially when you're so close to Wet Seal, the Slut Store. But how often to you see A Whore take the form of an eleven year old? Well, that's what we saw today. She was standing three steps above us, wearing a backless top (if you could call a flimsy piece of fabric with elastic around the back a 'top'), coupled with low-rise capri's, with the top material of her thong underwear sticking out at the waist of her jeans. I distinctly heard her utter to her equally uncovered friend (who couldn't have been older than, say, eight), "I, like, totally can't find the Hot Topic here!" between smacks of gum. I just gaped in astonishment, but Ashleigh laughed so hard she nearly fell off the escalator. Yes, it's true--we as a culture seem to be regressing.
And what is it with eleven year old girls at the mall today? In addition to that lovely encounter, we were glared down by a pair of rising sixth graders, I presume. For no reason at all. We were just walking along by Pacific Sunwear, minding our own business, when the two girls in question walked by us with sneers on their faces and evil looks in their eyes. We seriously considered kicking them, before deciding that it probably wasn't the greatest of ideas.
Another interesting thing that went on by the escalators I mentioned earlier was that we saw POB. (If you don't know who POB is, then too bad, because you're not going to know.) So the day wasn't completely a bust.
And let me add that so help me, the next time we come to visit you, you'd better be home. And this could be any of you--any day, any time...be ready.

"Row, row, row your boat
gently down the stream,
merrily merrily merrily merrily,
life is but a dream."
Have you ever really considered those lyrics? It sounds nice.

On a side note, Bethany tried to convince me yesterday that there are, in fact, some parts of the country in which you can turn left on red. Please tell her she's crazy.

Today was a lazy day.
We held our sparesly-attended, first ever book club meeting at Laura's house this morning. Sarah chose our first book--The Good People Of New York, by Thisbe something. I can't remember. I'm sure Sarah knows it, so ask her if you want to read it.
Then I watched some Star Wars. That's always a nice way to spend an afternoon. Highly enjoyable, especially when accompanied by KFC's famous yet elusive popcorn chicken. Mmmm...
We Visited Stephen Clawson today. It was interesting, seeing as he's one of the many guys who I've known since seventh grade but who I've never really known. I hope he didn't think it was strange, us Visiting him, despite the fact that it was practically hurricane weather outside. Eh, he'll get over it. He's a cool kid.
I'm going to go finish watching Star Wars now.

Tonight I'm going to write about board games.
Well, while the two I've elected to talk about do not involve boards, they are still games, and they are still fun. I'll start with Act One, the delightful little game I played all day long with The Drama Kids. Now all of you who know me know that I do not deal well with losing. And I lost this game both times we played--first as a nameless team abandoned by Lindsey, then as Rollerskate Skinny, the coolest team ever who just hit a tough break and kept getting Shit Cards--so the fact that I still enjoyed it says a lot. But I learned from it that I must have truly never seen any movies or watched any television shows (despite the fact that I spend my hours doing nothing but). So I need to play that game again after I've had some practice, i.e. watched every DeNiro movie ever made (there seemed to be quite a few in there) and memorized the transcripts to such brilliant tv shows as 'Blossom' and 'Gomer Pyle'.
The second game I want to talk about is Apples To Apples. Surely you all remember this one from Mr. Wade's class last year. Well, Sara and Laura and Bethany and I played it last night, and it was much fun. It was where we learned that Atomic Bombs are Inspirational and Sara could almost be a politician. I think I should like to buy that game, so we could play it at my house too. Hours of fun.
Is there anything else? Not for now, not to share. Maybe another time.

Just a little gem of a website I found:
Go here and click the Riding Shotgun Official Rules (third from the top on the right.) Very informative. Something everyone should know.

Just some things for you to think about:
baleen.
munky chunks.
Shirley in spandex.

...sorry for that last image. I'm in a weird mood. Oh, and if you don't understand any of those things, then...well, that's too bad. That means that not only are you not Erin or Ashleigh, but you've never heard any of our jokes either. Such a sad state.

I imagine that today's blog will be quite similar to Ashleigh's, as I was with her ALL DAY LONG.
Well, maybe not all day. So we took SAT's at Chattahoochee, yadda yadda yadda, they weren't that easy. I officially dislike the words 'eschew', 'purveyor', and 'inimitable'--and it takes a lot to get me to dislike a word, so that's serious business. Those words should quite possibly not exist anymore.
After SATs we moseyed on over to the Spruill Oaks library, the good library, for Used Book Sale Day. They, of course, had about twelve books total. But I bought Bushisms (all the very many stupid things Bush 41 used to say) and two books of Shakespearean plays there. After that we realized we were hungry, and went to Wendy's, and saw a hot guy. I almost hit his turqoise truck. What on earth would a hot guy be doing with a turqoise truck? Anyway, so then we decided to try the Alpharetta Library's book sale, which was only about eighty five times better that the first one. I got Famous Plays Of The 1940s and Raise High The Roofbeams, Carpenters by Salinger, and we picked out a few choice pieces of literature to add to the Daniel Glenn home library, delivering them to his house ourselves. As Ash said, I think he was frightened, but we're used to that. So after a brief stop at the Wills Park pool to find out Ash's work schedule, we returned to our respective homes.
What an eventful day. And all that happened before three o'clock. Wow. Maybe this whole 'getting up before noon' idea has some merit to it, after all.
Despite the fact that our blogs are pretty boring now, at least they aren't sad, I say. The sad blogs were good to write but not as good to read, and I'm kind of glad that whole blog trend has come to a close.
Tonight I'm going to watch 'The Empire Strikes Back' and later the 'SNL' rerun, then clean my room, finish reading Tuesdays With Morrie, email Erin (because I owe her one), make a mix or two, and maybe not sleep really at all. Quite ambitious, methinks. Or, I'll fall asleep around 11:45 like usual and wake up just in time for church tomorrow. Thus is the story of my life.


I used the word 'moseyed'. Do I get bonus points?