Even Artichokes have hearts
Today I merely relished the fact that I'm unemployed. That is until my parents came home and put me to work. Its not that bad though, I managed to do a lot of fun crap before the whips started cracking. ( And they wonder why i haven't been home all summer.) Since i woke up unusually early, I finished up my second book by david sedaris.(funny dude) Then Molly called and asked if i wanted to go to Dungeon Rock with the kids she baby sits. Since i can't pass up a chance to dress like a pirate, I was obliged to say yes. I got in the car gave candy to the two red heads in the back seat, but that failed to keep their mouths shut. They bombarded me with questions. Mostly what its like to be a robot. I amazed them with my ability to answer questions like "What is a hundred billion times six?" They were completely convinced, and they had every reason to be. I was fucking great. Once we got to the rock, the tunnel was closed so we climbed on rocks. I stupidly stuck my hand in a hornet's nest. That was delightful. I'm glad the twins didn't ask why my hand was swelling from the hornet sting if i wasn't a human. I wouldn't have handled that as smoothly. Well molly dropped me off and I started to pack for college. I'm psyched. aka I'm a dork. I think i've finally gotten everything i need. Well the night dragged on, my mom tried to stuff me full of home cooking before i left to go out with molly and chris. We decided to go to Salem. I was werid being there, I spent so much time there last summer, i feel like the city is an old friend i haven't seen in a while. Anyways, we went to all different places, then headed back to Chris' house. For some reason we thought it would be a good idea to bake a cake. Keep in mind its about midnight at this point. So in doing this we consume copious amounts of sugar. Especially since the beverage of choice was koolaid. it was fun though, we had crazy straws and cake eating contests. Basically the same itinerary of a 8th birthday party. Though i'm still wired at this point, molly and i went home, and i came online and read old livejournal entries. My memory is so bad that reading about my life amuses me. Its like a brand new story told in diction that is surprising familiar to my own. alright well the sugar high is wearing down and i think i can finally sleep.