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The love I've known is the love of two people staring
not at each other, but in the same direction.
Oh my god, yay! My brother and his wife just had their baby! (In case you guys didn't know, I LOVE BABIES. They're all round and squishy and they smell cute and then they grab your finger- oh man, babies are awesome.) And he was HUGE, like 9 pounds huge. I can honestly say that even though I love babies, I never want to have one of those motherfuckers.

 Yay! Baby in the family.


Current Mood: happy happy
Current Music: Feist - 1234

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I finally decided to pull my head out of my ass and actually write about the fucking trip I just took, where I, and uh, 21 other people dared to brave the scary apocalyptic stretch of road people in England refer to as the 'fuckin' M25'. Where everyone, and I use everyone very loosely, all NEARLY DIED BECAUSE OUR DRIVER WAS CRAZY. Seriously. His name was Andy, he was Scottish, and he liked to quote South Park. Oh, and he was a CRAZY DRIVER.

 However, except for the fact Scotland produces road rage children, I loved it. And the cows. Edinburgh was my favorite city on the entire trip because everything was just so cool there. We even got free fudge from a hottie in the street. Yay to Scottish hotties says I. I even managed to get a tour of the university in the free time so that was doubly amazing. Fuck Berkeley, fuck the hippies, I'm cashing my grades on a one way ticket to Scotland when I graduate.

 And I'm not even going to talk about England since England was so disappointing and shitty weather and crappy uncles that lie and dumb assholes who get sent home for drinking on a $3, 500 school trip and shitty weather and the gross dirty Tube and did I mention the shitty weather? Poor England. Sorry that God cursed you into making you the new Atlantis and having you FLOOD. Poo. Anyhow, I did like Oxford. V. trippy.

 France though. I LOVED FRANCE. I MAY ACTUALLY WANT TO BE BURIED THERE, JUST SO YOU KNOW. We went to Normandy, then coached all around the north of France, where unfortunately I passed out on my seat and got awoken by my teacher's ASS IN MY FACE, OH MY GOD. But, by then, we were all one great happy slightly disgusted by our greasy hair family and I laughed it off.

 In conclusion, I liked it enough, missed my car more than I should have, and found out I never ever want to drive in England. Ever.

 The first thing I did when I got out of the airport (which is, incidentally, a rather great story and I'll write it down sometime) was get in my car (made my mom drive shotgun since she did rather have to wait at the airport for 4 hours to pick me up), turn up the volume and I fucking blasted AC/DC, cause really, I'm a metal fan at heart.

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  I'll be in England all this week up to the 16th! I'll be in York on the13th and then going to France on the 17th, which should be awesome. I'm excited. Even though I lived there for 3 years, I've never really traveled around for 2 weeks with just my friends. Yay!

Current Location: need to pack
Current Mood: ecstatic ecstatic
Current Music: Kiss Off - Violent Femmes

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I'm so sick of working. I worked the entire last week (full-time) and still did my volunteer work with H.E.L.P. (which, no insult to animal lovers, but some of those people are fucking nuts). Katie is trying to talk me into helping these old people out with their puppy organisation thing, but I'm getting really tried out. My arms are so scratched and gross. I don't even want to shave my legs from all the small cuts lining up and down. I hate complaining, but god, sometimes animals are psycho. Cats especially. The ones that are abused are the worst. I hate the way they look at me, it's like they've been hurt so bad that can't trust any human that tries to touch them. It's sad. 

 Summer is still awesome. Iced coffee might perhaps be my one and only love.


Current Mood: sad sad
Current Music: Indigo girls

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I'm trying to get back in shape by biking to work instead of either making my mom drive me or having Dylan drive me (I can't drive myself since that would leave precious Dylan without a car for the day. Oh no!). So, before trekking this 9 mile adventure on a complete whim, I decided to bike around the immense neighborhood which is Mill Creek and see if I wasn't completely out of shape. Um, I was wheezing by the end of it, and I probably only went a mile. Is it completely lame if I have to train to get ready to bike to work? It seems a little lame to me.

 I'm also thinking I should apply for a job at Subway. I'm only working part time at Katie's Cat's N Dogs, and Liz says Subway is vastly in need of more workers. I'll have more money which would be awesome, but also less free time to myself. I dunno. ( plus, I'll be working with one of my best friends which would be fun.)

i love summer. it always reminds me of E.E Cummings. Or his poems. Which I also love. But in different order, or course.

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh . . . . And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new

Current Mood: contemplative contemplative
Current Music: Closing Time - Semisonic

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Um, I'm not dead. 

1. Got my braces off.
3. The German Final completely raped me up the ass and then left me in a deserted alley way to be pick pocketed by heroin addicts.
4. But I got a A in French and Spanish for the semester so, hell yeah!
5. I'm working 3/4 days out of the week this summer so my skin will still retain it's lovely pasty glow.
6. I'm finally learning how to not speed in the car. THIS IS FABULOUS NEWS. Maybe my dad will actually let me drive by myself without fearing for my death. I AM THE BEST DRIVER IN THE WORLD.
7. Did I mention - SCHOOL'S OUT FOR SUMMER!

 Fuck! The idiot jock neighbor boy (who's my age) has all his fucking friends over for a keg party and someone is having a LOUD fight on the front lawn with their boyfriend. I should call the police and report their asses. I have to get up early for work tomorrow.  I'M AS MAD AS HELL AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE IT ANYMORE!

Current Mood: bouncy bouncy
Current Music: Blister in the Sun

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Isn't it funny that going to a High School talent show can make you feel completely inadequate? Everyone was just so good.  And people I knew, from like other classes, who I really did not think they were talented and they were. This kid in my German class who I sit next to, who is actually pretty funny, can play the drums like he's part of fucking Stan Getz music group. Absolutely fantastic. And this boy from my Spanish class who I always thought was just this handsome deadbeat, can really sing, really sing. Which is awesome because he sits behind me and usually I only talk to him if he puts in his opinion to whatever Senora Fors and I are talking about (because half of that class sleeps and the other half gossips , mostly it's just me and Senora talking about languages), so now I can actually have a conversation with him, which is pretty....(?)

 Anyway, it made me feel completely hopeless and like an episode of Boy Meets World, so I of course, am dwelling on the fact that I really have nothing in the way of hobbies. I don't do sports, I don't act, I don't even write anymore (which apparently I used to be quite good at? Maybe?), WHAT CAN I DO? Summer is almost here so I'm resolved to become brilliant at something over that time. It may be painting abstract paintings or sewing stuff (babies clothes ftw), or maybe actually finishing painting my closet in poems! That can be my talent, finishing projects!

 At least my time from LJ has been well spent. I managed to go to Springfield, Illinois with my Youth and Gov't group, to Florida over Spring break, and I went to a Decemberists concert a few weeks ago. And I'm going camping! With my father! In West Virginia. Which looks like this.

Current Mood: determined determined
Current Music: Seven Steps to Heaven

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Seriously. The best birthday present I got was from Helen. Who lives in England and hasn't seen me in 1 1/2 years.

My mom bought me a candle. Dylan bought me a 9 dollar Bob Dylan (LIVE) CD. I don't even like Bob Dylan that much. I like give or take only 5 songs of his. You know what Dylan said when he gave it to me? "I really hope you like Bob Dylan cause it was on the clearance rack, so I can't take it back".

And then we went to a crappy Thai restaurant where the most expensive dinner was 4 dollars. I'm not trying to be whiny or bratty, but come on, they could have a put a little more effort into it.

My Dad put 500 dollars to my Europe fund, which was amazing and I really hope all my whining doesn't make me sound like a huge spoiled brat, but it was MY 16th BIRTHDAY. THEY REALLY COULD HAVE AT LEAST GOT ME SOMETHING CHEAP THAT I REALLY WANTED. I'VE BEEN DROPPING HINTS SINCE CHRISTMAS.

And they wonder why I cried after school today, when I realized even my friends( they forgot yesterday) didn't get me any (belated)presents. TODAY JUST REALLY SUCKED OKAY?

My face is so swollen. Hopefully it goes down over night.
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Guys, serious question here. Who should I choose??


They both want me, but I can only choose ~*one*~

Current Mood: confused conflicted, bb

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Move over, Damien. James McAvoy is taking over, bb. Sexaaaaaay.

Current Mood: loved in love
Current Music: ~*Gwen Stefani*~

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