Should probably get packing for my trip as soon as I get home. Bleagh. It costs $40 for 100 minutes to rent an internet card that can access the boat's network, too. >.<

Went downtown with Dylan, yesterday. Seriously, he's the only guy I know that gleefully goes to musical-turned-movies (Hairspray is made of so much win, btw). Also got something to ( Read more... )

Cookout went well - wasn't nearly as sunny as we had hoped, but oh well. As usual, my mom made way too much food, and we have enough leftovers to last us the rest of the week. Also been feeling kind of sick-ish over the last day and a half, partially because of the heat I think. Ick.

Also finally beat Sly Cooper 3... I had left it alone about ( Read more... )

Dear Mother--

I know we need money for college. I know my dad pays only $400 a month. I know he could probably make more money if he'd take a chance to get a more stable job that doesn't depend on whether the weather sucks or not for him to go out -- that, and if Betty got a real job.

...But could you perhaps have timed this whole "my lawyer's ( Read more... )

You know, I'm in one of those moods where my day could probably be summed up as "Dear Auntie Em, hate you, hate Kansas, taking the dog; Dorothy."

And I don't care. Because I tossed together some wicked awesome peanutbutter-chocolate chunk cookies, I got a shitload of papers done, and I'mma gonna go nap on the hammock now. <3

Dear self,

...wtf is wrong with you? Going to bed late and then, by some miracle, waking up at 4:30 perfectly awake and chipper? See, I wanted to sleep until half-past five. Really, I did.

And what was with the dreams with the giant pear and cactii and the crew of the Starship Enterprise partying at my house? Picard wins, I know, but still. :\

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To the neighbor lady who asked us to watch her dog:

While this is normally a chore I do not mind, I would much prefer it if we could get inside to care for your psychotic, "OMG I LUV RUNNING ACROSS HIGHWAYS! :DDDD", dog. Without resorting to using my mad ninja skillz to climb on top of your garage and into your window because, oh good golly gosh, ( Read more... )

To Mr. Haley:

I know I listen to my music loud, and I know that when I use my iPod in your class I am technically at your mercy over whether or not you want to play the responsible teacher and turn me in instead of letting me rock my merry little way along with The Aquabats and Rusted Root. However, that does not mean you can come over and fiddle ( Read more... )