You Smell Like Pine Trees
My lovely vacation is now over. Florida was wonderful and Florida-ish. The weather was nice, warm, but with a nice breeze. The beach was beautiful, the pool fun, the condo nice, everything was lovely. Florida is always a place of strangeness. It always makes me sad in this weird sorta way. The land of botched epiphanies that aren't.
I also spent this trip being pop cultur-ified. On the drive there and back (which was terrible with tons of traffic and accidents, yech) me and my sister watched the first season of The O.C. that we borrowed from my cousin Kristyn. Despite all of my better judgement, I kinda liked it. I hear the second season sucks incredibly badly though so soon I can go back to my old ways, contently. I also watched Fight Club, which I saw like, a bajillion years ago and didn't remember much of it so it was cool to see it again and stuff. Awesome, crazy movie. Great twists and such. The fights weren't very cool though, which was a tad disapointing. I also read a bunch of books like Lucky You by Carl Hiaasen, Slave Day by Rob Thomas, and some crazy book about the wicked witch of the west which was really depressing to me, although I don't think it was meant to be. It was like all about her life and then she dies and it's sad. Oh well, I got over it. I also read Rats Saw God by Rob Thomas which was undoubtedly my most favoritest book evar! It was totally awesome and everyone should read it. So go right now!
Of course, today was school. Strangely it didn't even feel like I was on vacation. Oh well, summer is coming. In like, 70 days, but hey at least it's something. Our history presentation is Thursday and that sucks because we aren't prepared at all and stuff happened and I hate it and just want to finish the damned thing. Vietnam can beat itself on the head with a stick.
My birthday is Sunday. Give me presents.
Veronica Mars continues to kick my ass in the best ways possible.
I need to come up with a new screen name for AIM. I suck at coming up with them.
I am ridiculous.
I'm very nervous and have no idea for what. This happens to me sometimes.
I wish that I could write again. I don't know if I ever actually could, but I know that I used to do it better than I do now.
Ciao.
I also spent this trip being pop cultur-ified. On the drive there and back (which was terrible with tons of traffic and accidents, yech) me and my sister watched the first season of The O.C. that we borrowed from my cousin Kristyn. Despite all of my better judgement, I kinda liked it. I hear the second season sucks incredibly badly though so soon I can go back to my old ways, contently. I also watched Fight Club, which I saw like, a bajillion years ago and didn't remember much of it so it was cool to see it again and stuff. Awesome, crazy movie. Great twists and such. The fights weren't very cool though, which was a tad disapointing. I also read a bunch of books like Lucky You by Carl Hiaasen, Slave Day by Rob Thomas, and some crazy book about the wicked witch of the west which was really depressing to me, although I don't think it was meant to be. It was like all about her life and then she dies and it's sad. Oh well, I got over it. I also read Rats Saw God by Rob Thomas which was undoubtedly my most favoritest book evar! It was totally awesome and everyone should read it. So go right now!
Of course, today was school. Strangely it didn't even feel like I was on vacation. Oh well, summer is coming. In like, 70 days, but hey at least it's something. Our history presentation is Thursday and that sucks because we aren't prepared at all and stuff happened and I hate it and just want to finish the damned thing. Vietnam can beat itself on the head with a stick.
My birthday is Sunday. Give me presents.
Veronica Mars continues to kick my ass in the best ways possible.
I need to come up with a new screen name for AIM. I suck at coming up with them.
I am ridiculous.
I'm very nervous and have no idea for what. This happens to me sometimes.
I wish that I could write again. I don't know if I ever actually could, but I know that I used to do it better than I do now.
Ciao.