Blarg.
There's nothing really to do, but I don't feel like going to sleep, therefore I am here to bug you all. Darn it, everyone's away! Paul's at Interlochen, Sara and John are in France, Ada's in Georgia, Caitlin's camping up north... etc. ON a brighter note, the Internet is FINALLY back up at my house, the computer is relatively undamaged, as is my sanity, shut up. I am starting to settle into a daily routine. I wake up around one o'clock, eat breakfast, and watch Sesame Street. I then catch the CATA bus to the mall, wander around a bit, and sit in Schuler's reading. I eat a piece of Olga bread, sniff all the smelly candles, and ride the bus home again. I eat dinner and go play Ultimate Frisbee at Cornell until dark, come home, go on the computer for a bit, and go to sleep. All in all, it is a quite enjoyable life. Tomorrow I'm going to the East Lansing Folk Festival and to The Merry Wives of Windsor and possibly to see Seabiscuit, if there is time. And then be at Frisbee by seven o'clock. One of these days I need to get to JoAnn's Fabrics by Frandor and buy a truckload of beads, and a beading needle, and beading thread. And then nobody will see me for a few days as I make stuff, yayyy. Leah needs to rejoin our quartet, curse her, and curse Eema for reminding me that she left. And curse Nathan Frisbees, because they suck, and I've actually given them a chance, so I know. And curse my shins, which hurt, and curse my hands and wrists, which hurt. Curse the whole right half of my forehead, which hurts from running smack into Mark Kroos during Frisbee. And curse my stomach, too, which hurts for no good reason, and curse my eyes for being tired when I don't want to sleep. And above all, curse my nasal cavities, because they are STILL full of plegm, and it makes my throat sore and I have NO VOICE and cannot sing worth a hill of beans, not that actually having my voice back would help, seeing as I can no longer sing, which kind of stinks because I like to sing and I stink at it. And Eema and Aba are now calling me Leo, to tease me, and it annoys me. And Eema won't let me adopt Cherie's kitten, but that's an argument that has been fought pretty much as logn as I can remember, so whatever. Those are my complaints for the day, hallelujah. A woman on the bus said "God bless you, sweetheart" to me when she left, which I thought was a bit odd, and the bus driver recognized me and said "you're not going to get lost today, are ya? Do you know where you're supposed to get off?" How the heck was I to know that you're supposed to pull the stupid yellow thing? Show me where that was written! Buses should come with instructions, darn it. Argh, I just broke a nail. Ow. Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow. I also read the first volume of Sandman, by Neil Gaiman. And by the same author, Coraline, about half of Neverwhere, and The Wolves in the Walls. The latter I read aloud to the Griffin puppet, which is *so cute* but costs fifty dollars. It's really detailed, so I can understand why, but it should be free to me because... because it likes me, that's why. I'm entertaining. It gets bored being on a puppet tree all day long. Yesterday I got cool new clothes from Meijer. Go Meijer. I now have nineteen hours on my driver's permit, go me. And the guy in the white car? His name is John. I don't care what his real name is. He is so John. And there are zebra-patterned seat covers. But I took a wrong turn. Quartet! *sobs* Seriously, I cried for something like three or four hours at Interlochen the day it really hit me that I had no quartet anymore. Leah, you will be eaten by some giant monster that I send out after you if you don't come back. My wrist is getting twinges that are annoying and ow, so I will stop typing.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.