I should really clean up.  I keep losing stuff in my room.  Now my new watch is gone, and that is not very happy.  I'm angry at my room.

A little nervous because I just realized my symposium is in about two weeks and I haven't really been keeping up with the news.  It's absolutely essential the week before, but I should start paying attention now so I can find something intelligent to say.   Maybe.

It's hit a hundred degrees, and it's not done yet.  It's supposed to get to 103 before the day is done.  And yesterday I was out riding around in 90+ weather for several miles before I realized I was coming too close to passing out.  I mean, I'm always dehydrated, but it's not always that big of a problem.  Fortunately I have a bunch of first-aid training, which has come in very handy on many occasions, so I was alright.  I stopped at a convenience store and drank about a half liter of water outside.  As I was leaving some homless guy who had the most cans I have ever seen in one place strapped to the back of his bike started asking me about bike paths over the freeway.  Huh. 

I was just over there, though I can't think what he would have done with the cans on Evergreen Hwy.  I probably don't want to know.  I just went over there to say hey to some friends.  I caught Brian, but Jason was out, or at least not answering his door, and I was going to head over to Erica's house, and later Alicia's and some relatives(which is the opposite side of town, almost) but I started seeing those annoying black dots.  I hadn't realized how hot it was getting, or I might have saved my ambitious yet pointless project for another day.  Or I might have seen it as a challenge and done it anyway, only possibly with some water in my backpack.  You never can tell with me.

Cripes I know I had a lot more I wanted say.  I really need to start writing some of this bloody stuff down.

Oh, yeah, I remember one thing.  I was over at my aunt's house, and riding home I have to pass the cemetary where my Grandpa is buried.  I haven't been there since a few months after he died, and I for once didn't have any strict time constraints when I was over there, so I decided to have a visit.  I didn't remember exactly where he was, so I wandered around for about a half an hour before I found him.  As I was looking around, I recognized a lot of last names from people I know, and I wondered if there was a relation.  How many people stay in this town from generation to generation?  What makes them do so?  Fear of change or failure?  Family loyalty?  Or do they just like it?  All of those seem odd...  And I was thinking, aside from spouses, none of these people knew the guy buried next to them.  It's a little funny.  Is that what death is?  Finally not caring about whoever's next to you?  Letting them be?    In life, we're always trying to make sure we're friendly with our neighbors, bringing in people we already know when we can, in any situation you'd care to name.  It's tiring, sometimes.  Once I found Grandpa, I saw that ants were crawling all over his nameplate.  That sort of bothered me, I can't say why exactly now.  It just seemed disrespectful.  I tried to wipe them away, but I saw they had a tunnel or nest that came out right next to him.  Then I thought for a while.  They're not hurting him, they can't bother him anymore.  Maybe they can get some food from dirt and plant bits that get caught in the letters.  And then I thought, maybe THAT'S what death is.  Being a part of nature in a way that is unthinkable to living humans, actually participating in a passive way in the affairs of the earth. 

I know that's kind of a lot of thought on death.  Especially for a bright and sunny day.  I just like to think about stuff, and sometimes it's nice to share it.

I'm a sucker for a happy ending, though.  I realize this, despite my best artistic efforts to appreciate the usefulness of having everything end in misery and dissent.  It conveys a powerful message, and I understand that.  I'm glad not everything ends with sunshine and roses.  But I'm also glad that somethings do end in sunshine and roses.  That's sort of how life is, I'd like to think.  Some people get happy endings, others don't.  But happiness is out there.  The tricky part is tracking it down for yourself. 

There.  Musings about both life and death.  I didn't start out with the intenting of writing any of this, but here we are.   Now I've acheived some cosmic blog balance, and I think I'll go look up sappy song lyrics.

I think a short post today....

I had a ton of things to say, but I can't remember many of them right now.  I WISH I HAD THE FRIGGIN INTERNET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   But I'm not bitter....

While I was riding over here (to the library of course), I was waiting to cross a street at this kind of blind corner.  I had one tire in the road so I could just jet across as soon a I was sure of a clear spot, since you never know how long one of those may last.  I had my head turned checking for cars the other way and I heard somebody give this long honk.  I thought maybe I'd drifted farther into the road and I needed to get out of the way, so I jumped back, very startled.  I look up and see some twenty-something losers who have nothing better to do than honk and wave at me.  Yeah, right.  It's kind of nice if I've been having a lousy day and need some totally superficial pick me up, but it's sort of annoying.  Why do guys do that? 

Ex called.  A little awkward.

I went to the Dollar Tree yesterday with the intention of buying a bigger backback for camping and bikeriding, etc.  I walk out of there with an even tinier (but CUTER) backpack, a little notebook, and a Happy Bunny sticker to put on it.  I love Happy Bunny.  So cruel yet so adorable.  It's funny, I got it out of a machine and I got the one I wanted!  That "Cute but psycho, things even out" one.  That never friggin happens!  I love it!

I finally made it up to school to harrass my driver's ed buddies before they went home.  I meant to go for a random ride for the rest of the day, but I went home and fell asleep during Perry Mason instead.  It's funny to see old stars before they were legendary--Adam West was on one episode, and today Dick Clark was on.  I am on a continual alert for star sightings, especially in the weird places.  Not like you think, though.  I recognized the Car Toys guy in the Sleep Country commercial, and the guy from an old Zima commercial's had like five newer ones.  He must have a decent agent.  I'm odd like that.

In conclusion, Cary Grant, Conan, Ewan McGregor, Christopher Walken, and Sinatra  all rock.  Not just them, but I'm not saying the last person. 

And yes, comparatively this WAS a short post.

AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!

WHY does God toy with me?!?!?! I just randomly schedule my internet time at noon, and when I walk in one of my stalkers is there! I was a little early, so I had to talk to him, but I was hoping I could get rid of him when my time started. BUT NO!! HE SCHEDULED INTERNET TIME TOO!!!!! HE HAS THE INTERNET AT HOME, WHY CAN'T HE STAY THERE?!?! I just managed to avoid passing him on the street last week (I ducked into some bushes as he rode by on his bike). Anybody who isn't aware of my situation probably thinks I'm a terrible person, but here's the deal (in short). He has a crush on me and is very creepy about it. He's a little retarded, so even though he's older than me I can't bring myself to blow him off. Everytime I see him he manages to turn a completely innocent conversation towards sex. Last summer he came over to my house (I still don't know how he found where I live or my phone number. CREEPY!!) while I was washing the car and CLEARLY noticed that fact. Fulfilled some of his scuzzy porno fantasies right there, I'd bet. He then started randomly talking about this girl he went out with last year who was totally in love with him and wanted to have sex with him but he wants to wait, etc. etc. Asking me everytime I see him if I have a boyfriend, and everytime a guy flirting with me is mentioned/observed he comments something like they just want to have sex with me or something. It's the way he says it that makes it uncomfortable. I can't be rude outright but I've been as curt as possible, giving disinterested and monosyllabic answers to all his questions, not picking up my phone when he calls, or when someone does pick up I'm mysteriously out without any knowledge of when I could be back. Still he persists, for two years now. WTF!!!!!! He graduates next year, but he's staying in town so I'll probably still see him. At least school will be safe...

OKAY I'm going to stop ranting about that now. Even though I just remembered another creepy thing he just did. I had some happy rants I wanted to share, but now I can't remember. Something to the effect of CONAN ROCKS!!!! Doubtless. I feel a little bad for him, though, since he can never be his own Executive Producer. He's Lorne Michaels' bitch. I kid, I kid. He's not even the head writer, or even just a regular producer. He's just a writer. He probably wouldn't take on more now, since he's had a baby and probably wants to be home more, but still... However he DOES have a cult-like following of millions, so I guess that will have to console him. They just did a sketch where, to see which countries he's aired in, he is in the process of insulting every country in the world and seeing which ones send him angry mail. IT'S FRIGGIN AWESOME!!

Nope, a mini rant didn't work. Still not happy. Stalker's still here.
I don't want to mention the name here since you never know if he reads this. Like anyone reads this, but you never know.

Well he'll probably figure it out if he DOES read it...maybe...

Crap, I know I had something else to say, but I can't remember.

Oh, but God does like to toy with me. For example, every couple of months for the past few years, I don't recognize my reflection. I see it in doors or windows or something and I look behind me. This time it's because my hair is suddenly a lot lighter. With very even and clear highlights. I'm not complaining or anything, changes are good for a laugh, but it is rather random. God takes care of me too, though. Everytime I'm really hurting for money, for instance, something unexpected comes along to help me out. Recently I helped install my aunt and uncle's pool, for no reason other than to be nice, and the other day my uncle gave me 40 dollars for the help. Rock on.

And what does one do at a senator's coffee? Is there an official etiquette for that? Am I supposed to have some specific questions? My mom's friend invited me--I've never met her, but she sounds really nice and has been wanting to meet me ever since my mom mentioned my involvement with Youth Legislature. She seriously considered coming up to Olympia to watch the session. Apparently she's really conservative, though, so I'll have to watch myself. People with extreme political beleifs (in either direction) are usually hyper-sensitive, and my special brand of sarcasm probably would not go over well.

The library has a very disturbing number of romance novels.

Why do those stupid chatterboxes never work? Not that I'm concerned for mine, so much (since nobody USES IT!!), but I like to harrass people with pointlesly long entries in theirs. Lame people.

I recently realized that I stay up late at night eagerly waiting to watch a middle-aged man talk to people who, for the most part, I don't care about at all. It sounds weird when you put it like that. Until you consider that it's CONAN!!! I absolutely love that man. Not like that! (::coughs::anymore...) He's so friggin funny!! Who else could make a guy in a lame Frankenstein costume wasting a minute of our time, without apology, HILARIOUS!?! I've been watching (Late Night with Conan O'Brien, for any of you crazy people, by which I mean Nathan who is the only one kind enough to read my crap, who for some reason don't know) every night since school got out. Even the last day of school when I had only a few hours of sleep the night before. I even sit through Leno's lame attempts at comedy just to kill time and not miss Conan's monologue. I sound a bit biased, no doubt, and more than a bit psychotic, but trust me, the man's a comedy god. What should really brand me as a psychotic is the fact that by watching every night since school got out, and noting that every night has been a rerun, I know that Conan just got back from vacation yesterday, since that one was new. I'm certain it was new, since he mentioned John Kerry picking John Edwards as his running mate (which I'm pleased about, by the by--Gephart had me worried...). Even more scary, I know that every rerun last week had Conan wearing a blue tie. And this paragraph has become unacceptably long.

MOVING ON!

So, it's hard for me to get internet access during the summer since I have to schedule it at the library and sometimes I'm too lazy to walk up the street. So this is probably will be a pretty long post to make up for all the random thoughts I DIDN'T post. So if you want to bail, now's your chance.

The really beautiful thing about summer is that I sleep when I'm tired, and I get up when I'm not. I call people when I feel like talking or hanging out, and I curl up with a book when I don't. Except the occasions when people call me with nothing to say and I'm forced to be polite and try to fill the gaps. I finally get to read again! School, or rather my school activities, have kept me too busy for the last ten months or so to have any reading outside of school requirements. Sometimes I didn'teven have the time (and/or energy) to read the requirements, as a matter of fact. Fortunately my highly tuned BSing skills saved me...a couple times..maybe several times... I don't think that will work with all my AP junk next year, though.

Funny, I actually like Regis Philbin. Can't stand Kelly Ripa though (vapid faux blonde wannabe...) so I can't watch his show for more than a minute or two at a time. I had some fun today channel surfing. Or rather bouncing around between a couple shows I had no real interest in to kill time before Perry Mason. I know what you're thinking and I DON'T CARE!! MASON ROCKS! But I digress (and my time is about to run out so, I have to keep this breif). I watched Regis, then bounced to Sharon Osbourne's clip show (she's also annoying after a few minutes--I think she got into whatever messed Ozzy up so bad...), Wayne Brady (only cuz he had Val Kilmer--Brady's way too happy to be truly entertaining), and Family Feud (only on commercial breaks--anybody who's witnessed that crap on parade knows why I can't stand it). It was oddly entertaining and a total waste of my time.

Oh, and I've been accepted to the Junior Statesmen Symposium, the Who's Who Among American High-School Students publication/scholarship program, and I've been invited to a senator's coffee.

I be toast! Fun.


Toast


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Hehe...Bush blows. I'm not a democrat really, just FYI. I have no political affiliation, I think they're both idiots a lot of the time, but republicans seem especially crazy. hehe...


Threat rating: High. The Bush administration is
concerned that it may not get a second term.
Therefore, we are going to change the rules so
that each Democrat vote only counts as 0.2
votes because Democrat is a shorter word than
Republican


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