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Sooo... It's officially after six-thirty in the morning right now, and I've not only not slept, but am too hyper to possibly sleep (though it's in a tired way - like I'm hyper but worn out but still too hyper and wishing I wasn't)... and also every time I lie down, I start choking and couging and can't breathe, but that's beside the point, or something.
My dad's taking a trip this weekend to Wisconsin for another business trip - which he told me months ago, but I forgot about, and re-learned just today yesterday, and dude, time is going too fast and it needs to stop, 'cause that didn't seem like months, even though it was. O.O;
And also because the fifteenth is too close for comfort...
Though I get to run sound-or-computer (or sound-and-computer, we're not sure yet *eyetwitch*) on my birthday, so that's neat. And Adam's playing violin, eee! *will totally have the violin turned up really high*
Still not sure if I've escapes Summer Camp Horrors or not yet, have to ask momma before she goes to work, 'cause... I need to know. If I'm not going, good, but if I am, that means another packing frenzy (and figuring out a way to smuggle in my MP3 player)...
Part of me actually sorta wants to go now - mostly just the part of me that's a fanatical crazyperson-fan over the youth group band, 'cause they'll be playing there (and if I were to go, I might be able to run sound for them! <3), but most of me is very against the idea of going 'cause it's hot and ick and camp and stuff like that. Plus, when the dancers in the youth group cluster (which they shall because it's camp and dorms will be obviously seperating girls and guys) it's ... scary. Nothing against them or anything, they're nice enough, but most of them are girly-perky-cheerleader types and they scare me a little, and spending a whole week hearing them obsess over hair-straightening and boys and "OMG, look, cell phone!!11!one!!1!!!eleven!" will undoubtedly rot parts of my brain that I'll probably need in the future.
My room is creepishly clean, now, thanks to Shan... and as is my bedding, because apparently Renee caught the cleaning frenzy and decided to do all the laundry I had, including - actually, especally - my bedding. O.o
I think they're both ill and dying or something.
Or I am.
...Maybe 18 really is a terminal illness and they know it and want to make my last week a, er ...clean one? Eek! :P But yeah, clean - and disturbingly empty-feeling. I miss the clutter already, I think. Keep glancing over my shoulder and being startled to see the floor instead of the random junk that used to be there....
I'm sure it'll be messy again in no time at all, though. :)
So wasting time writing this when I should be writing RP posts. I are sucky. :(
...Except that I'm too amazing to be sucky, but whatever. *grin*
I also have an ego probblem. Shush.
Also? Patrick Wolf is made of WIN. And great for random hyperness and bouncing. Wheeee!
My dad's taking a trip this weekend to Wisconsin for another business trip - which he told me months ago, but I forgot about, and re-learned just today yesterday, and dude, time is going too fast and it needs to stop, 'cause that didn't seem like months, even though it was. O.O;
And also because the fifteenth is too close for comfort...
Though I get to run sound-or-computer (or sound-and-computer, we're not sure yet *eyetwitch*) on my birthday, so that's neat. And Adam's playing violin, eee! *will totally have the violin turned up really high*
Still not sure if I've escapes Summer Camp Horrors or not yet, have to ask momma before she goes to work, 'cause... I need to know. If I'm not going, good, but if I am, that means another packing frenzy (and figuring out a way to smuggle in my MP3 player)...
Part of me actually sorta wants to go now - mostly just the part of me that's a fanatical crazyperson-fan over the youth group band, 'cause they'll be playing there (and if I were to go, I might be able to run sound for them! <3), but most of me is very against the idea of going 'cause it's hot and ick and camp and stuff like that. Plus, when the dancers in the youth group cluster (which they shall because it's camp and dorms will be obviously seperating girls and guys) it's ... scary. Nothing against them or anything, they're nice enough, but most of them are girly-perky-cheerleader types and they scare me a little, and spending a whole week hearing them obsess over hair-straightening and boys and "OMG, look, cell phone!!11!one!!1!!!eleven!" will undoubtedly rot parts of my brain that I'll probably need in the future.
My room is creepishly clean, now, thanks to Shan... and as is my bedding, because apparently Renee caught the cleaning frenzy and decided to do all the laundry I had, including - actually, especally - my bedding. O.o
I think they're both ill and dying or something.
Or I am.
...Maybe 18 really is a terminal illness and they know it and want to make my last week a, er ...clean one? Eek! :P But yeah, clean - and disturbingly empty-feeling. I miss the clutter already, I think. Keep glancing over my shoulder and being startled to see the floor instead of the random junk that used to be there....
I'm sure it'll be messy again in no time at all, though. :)
So wasting time writing this when I should be writing RP posts. I are sucky. :(
...Except that I'm too amazing to be sucky, but whatever. *grin*
I also have an ego probblem. Shush.
Also? Patrick Wolf is made of WIN. And great for random hyperness and bouncing. Wheeee!