stuff about the past 2 weeks
Well, I had started to write this lovely long (and might I add hilarious) entry about my time in Washington DC, but then Adelphia decided to screw me over and lose the connection. So, here I am, thinking about that lost entry, wondering whether or not to recap what I wanted to say. I don't think I actually said anything of import, but to lose an entry that would take the average chimpanzee approximately 20 years to read is kind of frustrating. I suppose the chimpanzee would just fling poo at it when he was done with it, as chimps have been known to do, and I would have wrung that chimp's neck. I'd certainly like to wring the neck of Adelphia, even though it doesn't have a singular neck to wring. But, if I could wring Adelphia's collective neck, much wringing of the neck would ensue. Anyway, on to things that have actually happened. I spent time in DC not last week but the week before, and we saw monuments (in the last entry, there was a great joke here, but I'm just not going to write it again seeing as it's long and stuff) and went to really cool museums and our only souvenir was a video of baseball bloopers. However, I like it much better than I'd like a t-shirt or a hat or something. I should mention that I don't wear actual hats. I wear things on my head that were not ever intended to be placed upon an individual's head. Like pants, cordless phones, curtains, and baskets, for instance. I have several hats of many different styles and colors hanging on my bedpost, but I think my bedpost appreciates them more than I ever will. Anywho, when we got home from DC, we got a call from my uncle saying that my cousin had been hurt in a dirtbike accident. After driving 10 hours to get home, we drove another 2 up to Portland, Maine to go see him in the hospital. His cheekbone is broken, and he's bruised, but he can breathe on his own and such. They've taken a whole bunch of CAT scans since, and they've showed nothing every time, but there's still something that's not right. He's starting waking up more frequently and talking, but what he says doesn't make sense, and if you say something, he'll repeat you. It's really scary, and he's only 7... He's in rehab now for at least a month, and so more updates will come. On to happier things... I went to drum major academy (yes, I'm the junior drum major this year!!! Rock on!!) from Tuesday through Saturday, and that was so much fun!! I met a whole bunch of awesome people, and everybody there wanted to be there, and almost no one complained the whole week (despite waking up at 5 am after going to bed at 11:30 pm). Such a good time... I learned a lot, and Shaunalynn (senior drum major, who's awesome) and I have a whole bunch of ideas that we want to bring back to the band. The guy who runs it, George Parks, is hilarious, and he's a great teacher. Can't wait for band camp... ahhh, band camp. Lots of stories involving band camp to be told later, when I go off on another unrelated tangent sometime (none of my stories involve flutes, just to quell any curiosity). I saw Spiderman 2 last night w/Chelsea, and it was an okay movie. It wasn't as great as I expected it to be, 'cause I'd heard lots o' people say that it was so much better than the first one. I thought that the special effects were a lot more impressive, but as far as the movie itself... each scene seemed like it was setting itself up for the next one, or one that would come later and "surprise" the watcher. Characters also used each other's lines against one another a bit too much for my taste, but I guess that's how a comic book is, and Spiderman is a comic book, after all. After that, we went back to Chelsea's house, and we went online to do random stuff, and her mom kicked us off 'cause she needed the phone. So we signed off, and I threw a beach ball at her head (yes, she had a beach ball in her room), and she threw it back at me. A wrestling match followed, and neither of us one because nobody ever wins those things, and we watched Shanghai Noon, which I love. It's so funny every single time, and I love Jackie Chan. Even though he's old and stuff, he's so cute! Y'know, I'd always wanted to be in a rock band, and now I'm in one on electric organ!! I'm not going to wear leather pants, though, 'cause that'd be kinda gross. I'd wear them on my head, though, I think, even though they'd probably make my hair all staticky and stuff. Static in your hair is fun, though, especially if you get to look in a mirror while your hair's standing all straight up and you look like those troll dolls you had when you were little that had the different colored hair and the jewels in their bellybuttons and they were naked. I always used to wrap mine up in toilet paper like they were all wearing togas, 'cause I felt sad that they didn't have clothes. I never used to leave my Barbies lying around naked, either. I always used to dress them up in pretty clothes, and put them back in the box. Then I'd dress them up differently the next day, and put them back. I was never much of a doll person, though. I just thought that Barbie should wear something, 'cause if she didn't, then she'd be a stripper, or maybe a nudist, and if she was a nudist, then why wasn't she with her other nudist friends on a beach somewhere? Or maybe in a supermarket? And if she was a stripper, then why didn't she have any money? I always used to find dollar bills and loose change lying around the house, but I never suspected that it was all Barbie's doing... I never even spent the money that I found, I always put it somewhere (I called it saving it) and, years later when I was cleaning my room, I found dollar bills in every purse, behind my bed, in my closet... and I was happy, and it wasn't 'til the day after that I figured out that I had put it there when I was little. Does that mean that I was smarter as a little kid? If I get blonder as I get older... Well, I suppose I won't know it, 'cause I'll be too blonde to realize it. Anyway, my brother and his friend are having a discussion about what it means to be ghetto. It's amusing enough to write out parts of it here... Apparently, to be ghetto, these are their qualifications: You must have a pierced ear. Not two pierced ears, just one. You also should wear your hat sideways, or maybe backward. Your pants must be big, or at least large enough to fit a small dog inside unnoticed. Hahahaaaaa, they make me laugh. I think this is long enough to keep you busy for a while, even though it hasn't been very amusing. This has sort of just been a factual rant, instead of a string of unrelated subjects. So go take a nap.