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I know, I know, I haven't posted in like foreva. The only reason I am (well, one of the reasons) is because I received a comment from Anonymous asking me to update. Whoa, man. If people I don't even know the name of are asking me to update, then... man, I must be rockin'.

Anyway, I'm not going to bother blogging about all the spiffing parties I've been too. Just one of them. Summer solstice party on the beach with Chip, Bryn, Hayden, Dane, Eerik's parents, Eerik, Nik, Gabby's parents, Gabby, Erin's parents, Erin, Danny, Jason, Steve, Mom, Steve's girls, and the rest of Steve's guys. Eerik, Hayden, Nik, Gabby, Dane, and I all had quite an enjoyable time playing on a 10-foot long surfboard in the water. Eerik's hair wet is wicked, I assure you. Quite long, as well.

o rly?

ya rly

no wai

ya wai

{o,o}
)__)
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I chopped off nearly all my hair. Nick may not believe me, but it's true. And I either look pretty damn rocking or like a man. But my hair does NOT look good there, let me tell you. It looks better most of the time. It flips up naturally and looks good messy. I use this gel with it called BEDHEAD Manipulator and it... well, I'll just say it's pretty damn HAWT.

I have NUFFINK to DO and SO I WILL play WITH caps LOCK. Caps LOCK off CAPS lock ON.

Jess is back from the hospital where she was being treated for clinical depression. She seems so much better, but when the medicine starts to wear off at around four or five in the morning (she takes it after breakfast), it's worrisome.

Ali, Cori, Jess, and I went shopping and I got some illchill items. Namely, a Blink-182 wrist cuff, a striped shirt, striped leg warmers, two pairs of freaking awesome shoes (one of which I'm sharing with Corinne), three bracelets, boardshorts, pumpkin flavored body butter, and... other... things. We only went to Hot Topic, PACSUN, G+G, and Bath and Body Works. We wanted to go to Old Navy, Victoria's Secret (push-up bras!!!), H&M, and... other... shops. But of course we got there are 6pm and Gloria (Ali's mom) wanted us home by 10:30, at which time most stores are closed anyway. Freaking great.

We did get a flipping sweet canvas tote at Bath and Body Works for $3. We all signed it, and a notebook we got at TARGET, and we're going to pass the two of them around to each other all summer. Cliches galore. We'll write letters in the notebook, and every time we pass it on to another sister (we're the Sisters of Light) we pass the bag on with some sort of object or souvenir in it.

God, we're such pussies.

We all have special names that mean "light" in different languages - Alicia is Luce (Italian), I am Ljus (Swedish), Jess is Luz (Spanish), and Corinne is Loumieure (French and not spelled correctly).

Hooray hooray.

I have nothing else to tell except that I spent the last half hour scrubbing piss water off the floor in my basement. The toilet above overflowed and it leaked through. Hip freaking hooray.

I'm out.

Yeah, so I can paint with all the colors of the wind, wanna make something out of it?

Patrick's trying to get between me and Ali. Whoa.

Well, folks, this is my first post from a computer other than my laptop. ::gasp:: That's 'cause my laptop's been pussyfooting around and enjoys to watch me suffer and beat my head with my phone charger. Oh, yeah. That's how evil my laptop is.

I don't think highly of myself. I really don't. Actually, I like me, but think I'm a nasty, frigid bitch. Sophia, Ali, and Cori have all agreed that I can be thoroughly, completely, absolutely, deep-down mean. But I never really am. I truly always look out for them and hope that I'm not hurting them through the only way I know how to express myself and keep myself real - through cynicism. So shoot me. Wha-pow. Nobody gets me. ::Sob::

Except Patrick. That boy is the shit. Mmmm-hmmmm.

I really, really wish I had a love. It makes me feel weak and vulnerable, because I know that pretty much the entire grade reads everybody else's profiles, leading to blogs, but I really wish a guy loved me. And the guy I love - who I thought I didn't love anymore - doesn't love me. And if I didn't love him, it wouldn't hurt to see him hook up with another girl. But it does. And it hurts when he kisses me on the forehead, on the cheek, on the nose, but with nothing more than brotherly care and friendship in mind. And he thinks one of my friends is beautiful and doesn't think it's painful for me to discuss it with him. ::Thumbs up::

I also wish I was pretty. Go figure.

Oh, I just saw "Brokeback Mountain". Jeez. I knew before that guys making out is HOT, but I never actually saw it in action. You know the scene where they just reunite and they're like pushing each other against walls and right after that that guy's wife sees them? That's HOT. Goddamm.

That's officially one of my favorite movies. Just for that part. Mmmmmmm. French fried taters, uh-huh.

Oh, I also watched "The Silence of the Lambs" for the first time two nights ago, and this morning I watched "Hannibal". Which was definitely not as scary as the first one. But I watched the Lambs on Bravo, so I didn't get to see him wear human skin and tuck his sac back. Darn.

Ow. My teeth still hurt from biting my pen on the Omega trip, which, by the way, I looked HOT at. That's probably because it was like 90 million degrees in Brooklyn.


Pun.