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This summer hasn't really been what I expected it to be so far... but I'm not really so sure that it's a bad thing. Well, hm, to be decided I guess. Nonetheless, some changes and adjustments are definitely needed. Hermit, I am.
I'm jumping on top of the dirty task of packing up my crud to move. We finally found a house in Brownsvalley (across from the vacaville outlets) and move in the 15th...but I won't let something like that stand between potter and I; I will still be shackin it up at Borders later that night, faithfully awaiting libro numero seis (i dont't know why I use spanish words at random, a means of atleast spitting out spurts of what I wish I could speak fluently I suppose. Do spanish folk use american words randomly? ¿Dónde está mi taco grande?)
oh! i just spied a drawing book out of the corner of my eye. mmm, i am tempted to test my fingers at some drawing.
I thought Chloe was in France, but, low and behold, I was wrong. Nope, she holds residence in the 4th Harry Potter movie as (none other than) the FRENCH (whatdoyaknow) Fleur Delacour.
I hate flies sooo much! When they land on me. I hate em. When they buzz around my ear. I hate em. When the freakin MATE on me. I HATE THEM. I guess that settles it. I will definitely not breed flies when I "grow up."
I was biking the other night and saw some fox...foxes...mm, foxii! hmm, foxishes? Anyway, it was fun. And then they stabbed me.
Wow, this post is mind numbingly boring & needs some sprucing up. Nothing that can't be solved with some overdue
I made a fruit salad for a picnic! All by myself! Ok ok, FINE. I sit on a throne of lies. My dad made the basket out of a watermelon. But i DID do the rest. (Before shot of fruit salad)
Richelle and Christy ready to down the fruit salad and other picnic-appropriate food provided. (This is the before shot, with bellies all empty)
Where did it go??
AHA! Full and guilty (If you look close enough, you can see a wee grape wading in the waters of christy's mouth)
Went to Richelle's wonderful cabin for a Harry Potter celebration.
Eric looks like he's being gracefully delivered by either angels or aliens.
Eric in Richelle's cabin, enjoying all of it's beautiful accomodations (ok, so the cabin actually burned down 5 years ago and this is all that's left, but her family hasn't quite come to terms with that fact. . .so we just went along with it)
we look like the von traps
and oh man the hills are alive
enough sight seeing, we're off again
our generous hostess! (where a woman should be, cooking over a fire!)
mm, yum. (I made that fruit salad as well. I love fruit salad)
Eric's turbin is skewed (how embaressing. . .someone should have said something)
Richelle and I jumped from here into the cool depths of the water below. Ok, Richelle jumped off from here while I watched and thought about jumping.
Reading Harry's wild adventures by the lake
poses. . .unfortunately lauren's pose consists soley of the top of her head. we want to see that purty face!
Dumbledore's Army. Eric is the general. I look like a big fart bag eh.
HP Countdown: 5 days, 21 hours, 51 minutes, 12 seconds
I'm jumping on top of the dirty task of packing up my crud to move. We finally found a house in Brownsvalley (across from the vacaville outlets) and move in the 15th...but I won't let something like that stand between potter and I; I will still be shackin it up at Borders later that night, faithfully awaiting libro numero seis (i dont't know why I use spanish words at random, a means of atleast spitting out spurts of what I wish I could speak fluently I suppose. Do spanish folk use american words randomly? ¿Dónde está mi taco grande?)
oh! i just spied a drawing book out of the corner of my eye. mmm, i am tempted to test my fingers at some drawing.
I thought Chloe was in France, but, low and behold, I was wrong. Nope, she holds residence in the 4th Harry Potter movie as (none other than) the FRENCH (whatdoyaknow) Fleur Delacour.
I hate flies sooo much! When they land on me. I hate em. When they buzz around my ear. I hate em. When the freakin MATE on me. I HATE THEM. I guess that settles it. I will definitely not breed flies when I "grow up."
I was biking the other night and saw some fox...foxes...mm, foxii! hmm, foxishes? Anyway, it was fun. And then they stabbed me.
Wow, this post is mind numbingly boring & needs some sprucing up. Nothing that can't be solved with some overdue
I made a fruit salad for a picnic! All by myself! Ok ok, FINE. I sit on a throne of lies. My dad made the basket out of a watermelon. But i DID do the rest. (Before shot of fruit salad)
Richelle and Christy ready to down the fruit salad and other picnic-appropriate food provided. (This is the before shot, with bellies all empty)
Where did it go??
AHA! Full and guilty (If you look close enough, you can see a wee grape wading in the waters of christy's mouth)
Went to Richelle's wonderful cabin for a Harry Potter celebration.
Eric looks like he's being gracefully delivered by either angels or aliens.
Eric in Richelle's cabin, enjoying all of it's beautiful accomodations (ok, so the cabin actually burned down 5 years ago and this is all that's left, but her family hasn't quite come to terms with that fact. . .so we just went along with it)
we look like the von traps
and oh man the hills are alive
enough sight seeing, we're off again
our generous hostess! (where a woman should be, cooking over a fire!)
mm, yum. (I made that fruit salad as well. I love fruit salad)
Eric's turbin is skewed (how embaressing. . .someone should have said something)
Richelle and I jumped from here into the cool depths of the water below. Ok, Richelle jumped off from here while I watched and thought about jumping.
Reading Harry's wild adventures by the lake
poses. . .unfortunately lauren's pose consists soley of the top of her head. we want to see that purty face!
Dumbledore's Army. Eric is the general. I look like a big fart bag eh.
HP Countdown: 5 days, 21 hours, 51 minutes, 12 seconds