So, I'm keeping comp after all. Still can't for the life of me figure out how I ended up with that class when 1, I didn't ask for it, and 2, I was told last year that I don't need to take it. In theory, it will help me though. Sadly I could not switch to 2nd period comp so I actually have a normal lunch period. Stupid class being full. I still need to find and talk to Mrs. Copley about taking video as an independent study this year.
Research mentorship is my favorite class so far. We don't start our actual mentorships until october, but it seems like the class up until then is going to be fun. When we do start the mentorships, I may be working at Mystic aquarium. Wow. I really hope that works out. Gonna be a hell of a commute, but it'll be so worth it.
There was a fire drill today. Just after the first bell for homeroom. In the rain. At first I was all "aaaaack water eww" but then I realized I was already wet from standing at the bus stop this morning. That was an amusing little diversion with which to start the day...stupid construction though. Causing the fire alarm to go off and all such nonsense like that.


me: ...a...TV fell on your head?
Steph: yes
me: did you piss it off or something?

First day of school today. As school goes, it wasn't terribly bad. Homerooms are back to separate grades, which makes me happy. Very very happy. Not liking the 2nd period lunch thing, but I can eat during comp or prob and stat. I may yet be dropping comp, I'm talking to my guidance counselor tomorrow.

My lunch went missing. I definately had it 2nd period, because I ate a kudos bar, and then I put it back in my bag, and then when I wanted to eat during 6th period, it was not there. My damn sandwich ran away! Seriously, isn't this sort of thing only supposed to happen to freshmen?

Mindy and Shre are both in my US History class, Rachel's in my comp class, Kate and Leigh are in my gym class/gym period, and AJ and Leigh are in my research mentorship class. That's all that I can recall, for friends in classes. Film Study, stat and prob, comp, and research mentorship are all just full of seniors I don't know, except for the few people I mentioned. Ah well, it was mostly the same story last year. I don't think I ever actually talked to anyone in my math class last year, or the year before.

Gym classes are in the AUDITORIUM. This confuses me deeply. The seats were all labeled from the CI class this morning. (Leigh: You get to be Jake Larson!)
Plus, there are no tennis courts, so guess what we will be doing in "raquet sports"? That's right. Softball. Or something along those lines.

Got home, made myself a new sandwich, and fell asleep for an hour. Only got 4 hours of sleep last night (took me 3 frikkin hours to fall asleep) so I was all tired.

So...school starts tomorrow. I finished my history summer assignment not 2 hours ago. Go me. :-D

Recent development in the eating habits of Sarah (I know you're all so interested)...I stopped eating fish a few days ago, and I'm gradually cutting back on milk and eggs. It's a good thing I like soymilk (in small amounts, so far)...otherwise I don't think I'd be able to do it. You can thank the vegan-veggie kids cult on vampire freaks for this. Still eat cheese and yogurt and ice cream and all that...it's a process.

Devon: So what group are we? We're like...the rejects. But we're the COOL rejects.

Josh: I WANT AN EXCUSE TO PUT U IN A SLEEPER HOLD AND BEAT YOU WITH A CANDY CANE UNTIL YOU BURY A CRUSTACEAN, OK?????


So sometime this weekend I have to go to Josh's house and pick up my hermit crab tank that has been with either Josh, Nick, or both of them since...the beginning of July. This tank contains one dead hermit crab. This poor little beastie has been dead for about 2 or 3 weeks probably, but for some reason those 2 schmucks have still held onto it. You'd think they'd have chucked it by now or something. Don't get me wrong, I love hermit crabs, but that's just gross. I think my mother may object to having it in her car. Seriously now. This is absurd.

ahh! wow this is cool Brooke's online. Yay crazy camp people.

Devon: i'm in bed with sarah? THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!!!


I'm babysitting tonight. For a 13-year-old. Little odd, but that's okay, my job will be easy...

Today I waited in the DMV for an hour and a half, and finally, FINALLY, got my permit. 100% on the test. First time. GO ME! woot.
My lunch today was almost sickeningly healthy...salad, fruit, and soymilk. Chocolate soymilk. It tasted like a vegetable smoothie with chocolate flavoring. It was...odd.
I got a haircut. All of them cut, actually. I want to straighten my hair sometime and spike it. Not liberty spikes or anything. Kinda like...okay I can't think what to relate it to. So you'll just have to wait and see, once I get ahold of a straightening iron and some gel.

[mood]: good
[music]: the postal service

And then last night I had that strange dream
Where everything was exactly how it seemed
Where concerns about the world getting warmer
The people thought they were just being rewarded
For treating others as they'd like to be treated
For obeying stop signs and curing diseases
For mailing letters with the address of the sender
Now we can swim any day in November
Don't wake me, I plan on sleeping in
(Now we can swim any day in November)

[mood]: so fucking amazing...and no that wasn't sarcasm. :-)
[music]: Sam's guitar

I feel...so much better now. Amazing. Absolutely amazing. I love...everything.

Can't wait for the new year. Everything will be wonderful then. Fresh starts for everyone! YAY!!!

...And by new year I meant the Jewish new year. In October. Yeah Jews.

[mood]: weird
[music]: cartoons on sam's laptop

meh.

School starts soon. It's all good. Things for the most part continue to look up. Still painting the dresser. Shall hopefully finish tomorrow.



these lyrics never fail to amuse me:

I wanted to walk through the empty streets
And feel something constant under my feet
But all the news reports recommended that I stay indoors
Because the air outside will make
Our cells divide at an alarming rate
Until our shells simply cannot hold
All our insides in, and that's when we'll explode
And it won't be a pretty sight

I have recently obtained an army of flying demon monkeys. If you're having a problem with someone/something, you let me know, and I'll unleash my army of flying demon monkeys upon them/it. Just 'cause I love you all so damn much.

I'M GOING TO GET RAINBOW CURTAINS!

yes, I am amazing.

And I've set up the computer that Joe and I used in my room. Sadly, it has no internet connection, nor shall it ever while it remains in my room. This is only its temporary home. But it has wordpad and windows media player and card games so I'm still happy.

I'm going to go start painting my dresser now.

Fill out that thing in the post below. You know you want to.

1.Your Name:
2. Age:
3. Favorite Color:
4. Favorite Movie:
5. Favorite Song:
6. Favorite Band:
7. Most Embarrassing Moment:
8. Are you a virgin?
9. What do u like most about yourself?

HERE COMES THE FUN ... ... ...
1. Are we friends?
2. Do you have a crush/attracted to me?
3. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you:
4. Would you take care of me when I'm sick?
5. Do you want to tell me something that you couldn't before?
6. If you heard a rumor about me, would you defend me?
7. Do you think I'm a good person?
8. Do you think I'm Hot?
9. Would you call me just because?
10. Would you ever listen to my problems even if they dont involve you?
11. If you could change anything about me, would you?
12.Would you come over for no reason just to hang out?
13. What do u like most about me (looks and/or personality)?
14. Will you post this so I can fill it out for you?

So I've conformed, yet again, and joined myspace. I don't know how many of you people have got myspace as well, but if you do, add me to your friends so I know who you are. If you don't know me well enough by now to guess what my username/myspace url thing is, you can't be my friend. Just kidding. If you can't guess it, ask me. Hooligans.

Name: Sarah
Birthday: 5/28/89
Birthplace: Connecticut
Current Location: Connecticut
Eye Color: green/hazel
Hair Color: dark brown
Height: 5'7"
Right Handed or Left Handed: right
Your Heritage: russian, polish, irish, scottish, english, who knows what else I think I'm a little bit mongolian too
The Shoes You Wore Today: when did I wear shoes today? I put on the orange flip flops a few times
Your Weakness: boys who wear eyeliner. that and chocolate.
Your Fears: fire, death, death by fire, etc
Your Perfect Pizza: either plain cheese or white pizza with ricotta
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year: be happy
Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger: hahaha
Thoughts First Waking Up: ugh
Your Best Physical Feature: eyes?
Your Bedtime: school nights...my parents kick me off the computer at 10. the time I actually fall asleep varies
Your Most Missed Memory: being naive and not realizing it
Pepsi or Coke: coke
MacDonalds or Burger King: ewwwww
Single or Group Dates: group
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: nestea
Chocolate or Vanilla: chocolate
Cappuccino or Coffee: hmm...neither, really
Do you Smoke: no
Do you Swear: hell no :-)
Do you Sing: along to music yes
Do you Shower Daily: usually
Have you Been in Love: probably not
Do you want to go to College: yes
Do you want to get Married: yes
Do you belive in yourself: on occasion
Do you get Motion Sickness: rarely
Do you think you are Attractive: meh.
Are you a Health Freak: no
Do you get along with your Parents: relatively well, yes
Do you like Thunderstorms: rainstorms, not thunderstorms
Do you play an Instrument: piano
In the past month have you Drank Alcohol: no
In the past month have you Smoked: no
In the past month have you been on Drugs: no
In the past month have you gone on a Date: no
In the past month have you gone to a Mall: no
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos: I wish
In the past month have you eaten Sushi: no
In the past month have you been on Stage: no
In the past month have you been Dumped: no
In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping: hahahahahaha YES
In the past month have you Stolen Anything: not that I recall
Ever been Drunk: no
Ever been called a Tease: yeah I think so
Ever been Beaten up: not badly
Ever Shoplifted: no
How do you want to Die: old age
What do you want to be when you Grow Up: photographer, film maker, I dunno
What country would you most like to Visit: Australia
In a Boy/Girl..
Favourite Eye Color: don't really have a favorite
Favourite Hair Color: dark
Short or Long Hair: longish, curly
Height: a little taller than me
Weight: eh
Best Clothing Style: punk, maybe...don't really care that much
Number of Drugs I have taken: illegal, none
Number of CDs I own: several dozen, I don't count them
Number of Piercings: 2, never wear earrings anymore though
Number of Tattoos: none
Number of things in my Past I Regret: too many

[mood]: wistful
[music]: alas, still none. I was listening to my ipod before though.

I had a really good dream last night. It involved a person from camp 2 years ago, a person I miss quite a lot. It was a really good dream. I was really happy. And then my dad woke me up. That saddened me. I still remembered most of the dream though, which doesn't happen that often. So it's okay.
I'm going to see if I can remember their email address. I sent out one email to everyone after camp last summer, and never heard back from them, and haven't tried to contact them since. That was rather silly of me. I hope I can remember it. I hope they haven't changed it. Wait...HAH! I can ask Rachel, if she signs on tonight. oooh I hope she does...woot...

AHH! AOL still has it saved! After over a year ago! This is the one time in quite a long time that I do not hate AOL...now let's just hope she hasn't changed it...

Holy shit. I've been asked to be the youth group representative on the rabbinic search committee at my synagogue. Holy SHIT. I did NOT see that coming...
I accepted though. So now I get to go to meetings and talk to board members and go over resumes and help interview potential new rabbis and other stuff like that...I feel so important...

[mood]: fantabulous
[music]: TV

Aladdin was awesome.

Drew broke Matt's staff.

Hilarity ensued.


He just stood there for a second, like, "Holy shit did that really just happen?" And then started screaming and ranting and pacing back and forth.

Someone backstage rolled a roll of duct tape onstage to them.

"Razoul! What are you doing? FIX MY STAFF!"

"Well, for one thing, your staff's broke. For another..."

"Agrabah...where the duct tape stores never sleep..."

[mood]: absolutely wonderful
[music]: crickets

Leaving to see Aladdin in a few minutes...meeting Devon and Colleen and who knows who else there. Devon and I shall both be wearing long flowy skirt things...we are amazing. So I've sorta dressed up a bit, no real reason to, but I wanted to feel pretty. And I do. I'm in a fantabulous mood now. :-D

I'll talk to all you lovely darlings later.

paint fumes making me nauseous can't concentrate on this fucking essay...

So it turns out Aladdin isn't showing Sunday night, I'm just stupid. I'm going to see it tonight with my Devy.

1. Reply with your name and I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal.


on an entirely different note, I FINISHED CHAPTER 4!!!! ...now I get to write 2 essays and take notes on an article...damn it.

I swear chapter 4 is going to be the death of me...I'm only halfway done with the questions now...

So I had a little adventure yesterday. I was cleaning the walls on the porch by spraying bleach on them. I had some music going. Some bleach got into the electrical outlet in which my stereo was plugged. It made a "BZZZT" sound and kinda exploded. Into flame. Thankfully the flames went out after I unplugged the stereo. The cord was fried though. Part of the plug was vaporized. Yeah, that was fun. So yesterday's lesson was "DO NOT SPRAY BLEACH INTO ELECTRICAL OUTLETS".
Unfortunately, my dad did not pay too much attention to the lesson of the day. He later continued cleaning that wall with the bleach.

Dad: *spraying bleach*
Me: Umm...Dad...won't it get into the outlet again?
Dad: No, there's a seal.
Me: *thinking* Then how the hell did it get in the first time?
Dad: *starts scrubbing wall*
Electrical Outlet: *explodes*
Eletrical Outlet: *flaming*
Dad: *oblivious*
Me: Umm...Dad...*points*
Dad: SHIT!

And another plug was vaporized.

Yeah. So that was my adventure for the yesterday. And now I must get back to tormenting myself with Nash. Stupid chapter 4...gaaaaaaaah...

Damn it, I hate it when my parents and my brother argue...


Anyway. Wow I don't even remember what I was doing today.

I just finished putting more pictures from camp online. Check them out. Yellow link on the sidebar.

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I
confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because
nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight
through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long
before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because
they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of
being taken away from the two fathers who are the only
loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that
left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will
probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before
graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she
found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use
if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore,
nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now
live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system
grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive
partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system
to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up
afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach
gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me
as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much
better person if I didn't have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe,
but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

Put this in your journal if you believe homophobia is wrong.

Love to all.

mmm...heard that song on the radio earlier...hah...the last All Camp...the counselors doing that song...good times.

Still haven't gotten those photos, hopefully I can pick them up tomorrow though.
I did get some pictures from Ernie though, those are online now.

http://community.webshots.com/user/chainsawpancake

the "Camp 2005" album.


...something in the room just buzzed. wtf?




Oh when I look back now
That summer seemed to last forever
And if I had the choice
Yeah, I'd always wanna be there
Those were the best days of my life

[mood]: somehow I've managed to be relieved and anxious at the same time
[music]: cartoons Sam is watching on his laptop

I'm finally getting my pictures from camp developed tomorrow. Can't wait to see them...AHH! I took 5 rolls of pictures in 4 weeks. I like taking pictures. :-D

I started organizing the basement today...kept me amused for nearly 4 hours. Might yet have a darkroom...aaaaah I hope so...

I really need to finish painting my furniture. I can't really move around my room too much. And I can't unpack the rest of my boxes until the furniture's done, there just won't be any place to put it. I have to get some new brushes first...

mmmm I miss camp. And everyone there. Next summer will be a long time in coming...and a lot of people might not come back.

Hey...caramel apples and puppies.

and pissed off gnomes.

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Yeah so my Twin's party was buckets of fun I showed up wicked late (missing the piling of 14 people into James's bug DAMN IT) because I was hanging out with my family this weekend but that's cool. Kat has a pool and since only Rachel and Kyle actually brought swimsuits we all just jumped in with our clothes on at around 10 pm. It was nice. And then Kyle (who was the only boy left) went home so we went skinny dipping. Kat had turned the porch lights off so then Hannah said "Wow, this would be the perfect scene for a horror movie." We all yelled at her. And it was thundering and lightninging (I think I just made up a word there) so we were laughing about how it would be so hilarious if the pool got struck by lightning and we all died and the police would come and be like "what the hell was going on here". And then it started lightninging (yay made up words) more so we screamed and went back inside and ate whipped cream and watched Birdcage. That is one hilarious movie.

Devon: ...I seem to have misplaced my arm.

*dog licks Devon's arm*
Devon: *to me* HEY! Oh wow that scared me I thought that was you licking me and I was like THAT'S NOT OKAY!
Me: ...It was okay last night...
Devon: Well you weren't licking my arm last night.

[mood]: bored

So most of my friends are going to Warped Tour today, I'm not, neither is Devon or Kristine, we were going to have a not going to Warped Tour party and go to the mall but Devy got a migraine and I haven't been able to get a hold of Kristine so I'm just chilling here. Going to go pretend I'm doing something now, I'll write about my Twin's party later tonight.

[mood]: gooood
[music]: computers going MWEEEEEEEEEEE

gaaahhh I never thought I'd miss my piano so much. I've been getting an urge to play "Existentialism on Prom Night" for the last week. Will hopefully be getting new piano in the next couple weeks...I'm kinda saddened that I'll be moving from a studio grand to an upright...what can I say, I've been spoiled...just isn't any room in this house for a grand though.
Both Joe and Sam came home last night. Brothers are cool. Usually. Leaving tomorrow for the family reunion, then hanging out with two of my parents' college friends and going to a water park thing...sadly I shall be missing my Twin's party...I still love you Twin.
School starts in 2 weeks, I've planned out how I'm going to finish this stupid history assignment, hopefully that will work out. I'm actually looking foward to school starting. Seeing everyone again, meeting some new people.

[mood]: fantabulous
[music]: microwave going BEEEEEP BEEEEEP BEEEEEP

Feeling quite wonderful at the moment, started painting my desk lime green today, went for a swim, took a shower, life is rather good right now. Going to see Music Man tonight with my mother and hopefully a friend as we have an extra ticket but as of now I haven't even asked anyone yet because I'm cool and forgetful like that. Meh. I feel like siiiiinging!

hey blogger's back, copying this over...

so...blogger is down for maitenance and since I'm bored and don't feel like waiting another hour all you lj freaks get to read another post here...I swear this isn't going to be a habit...honest.
I just took a shower to get rid of the smell of paint and paint thinner but the kitchen still smells like paint thinner and I'm right next to the kitchen so I feel kinda nauseous now. mmm...ewww...I hate this smell...
So today Nathan came over and helped me paint my bookshelf. It is black with white cow spots. I still need to do the second coat of the black paint. Stupid paint was oil based and I didn't realize this until after painting so I need to get a new set of brushes with which to paint the desk and dresser (water based paints).
I really need to get to work on this stupid history assignment. Only 17 days left and 2 essays to write plus some other random nonsense. Meh.

I got 8 hugs...it made me smile so much...that made my night.

[mood]: iffy
[music]: computers going MWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Today I...
Finished painting the trim in my room, finished stripping the wallpaper in Joe's room, and spent about 15 minutes trying to wash that damn paint roller and eventually just left it in a basin of water. I also moved my furniture into the room and finally figured out how to change the font back to garamond on this blog.

So tonight I shall sleep in my *new* room for the first time. It is not completely finished yet, I still have to paint the closet doors white. And the furniture in other such fun colors. The desk will be lime green, the dresser bright purple, and the book shelf reverse cow spotted (black with white spots). Yes this shall be fun. I can't wait...
I also need to unpack and find places for the rest of my boxes of...stuff.
There is a cable cord thing in my room. Mom says I can't have a TV though.
Meh.

I would like to make it known that I LOVE MY TWIN. She is awesome. And makes me smile. I love you Twin.

So I just added the hugs thing to my sidebar.

Come on. Make me feel special.

:-D




...there's too many Sarah's. That's why I had to put Sarah Austin.

A Moving Experience

Days spent moving- 9

Average high temp- 87.5

Average humidity- 80%

Days up before 7 am – 8

Days up before 6 am - 2

Days up past midnight – 7

Meals eaten out – 15

Meals skipped – 7

Times when Kudos snack bars counted as lunch- 5

Home cooked meals eaten during move- 1, Ellen and Steve put us up one night and made waffles for us for breakfast!

# of vile cups of coffee consumed from the corner Shell station before we located our coffee maker- 7

# of boxes packed in an organized manner, labeled as to room, box # and detail of contents, and logged into Mom’s BOOK- 138

# of boxes thrown together at the last minute as the movers were carrying things out, scrawled with a vague description (if we were lucky) – 87

# of tag sales held – 2

# of trips to the dump – 8

size of dumpster rented at new house – 12 cubic yards (filled and replaced once)

gallons of chlorine needed to get pool in condition – 43

# of times we got to use pool during move – 0


Small Pleasures

-Finding “Best of Eric Clapton” CD on the hazardous materials shelf in the back of the garage. (No idea how it got there or why, but it is in perfect condition!)

-Eating pancakes for breakfast and ice cream at night and not feeling guilty because we were burning 5000 calories a day.

-Finally relaxing with a mango rum cocktail on our new screened in porch overlooking our new pool.

Big Blessings
-The 10 different friends who showed up at various times to help in the move-packing, hauling boxes etc.

-Selling the piano at the last minute, and having the professional movers hired by the buyer say “You got anything else you want to throw on the truck?”


Most Poignant Moment:

When everything was cleared out of the house except the piano; sitting on the stairs while Dad played wistful music, and reflecting on the 13 years in the house, remembering 4 little kids running around the huge empty rooms, filling them with Legos….

Lessons Learned

-Next time hire professional movers for the whole move!
-We can live without 75% of the stuff we haul around with us and not miss it.
-We miss our kids!

I am worth $1,727,640 on HumanForSale.com

[mood]: tired
[music]: Jets to Brazil-The Frequency

ahhh I just changed the song and it's mxpx's version of "Leaving on a Jet Plane"...we sang that song at the last Scout's Own...the original version, not mxpx. Hmm changed it again. Better Than Ezra now. good stuff.

So. My room is now BRIGHT RED. I love it. Well it's not really BRIGHT RED just red. It makes me happy. My parents won't let me paint the trim black (ugh, your room will look like Rocky Horror Picture Show), it's going to be white, but that's okay. It'll all work out.

mmm...Canon.

I went for a walk today. Can't walk on Keeney Street because of the traffic. So I went down Old Resevoir. This kinda sucks...no more hour long walks for Sarah.

Talked to Ernie on the phone twice today. Had fun mocking her by saying "WisCAHNsin". Reminisced about the gnomes. *sigh* I can't wait until next summer.

Tomorrow is Monday. I really need to get this summer assignment done. For AP history. And some stuff for video as well. mmmmmmmeh.

[mood]: tweaky strange blah
[music]: computers and other such nonsense around me buzzing I wonder if they are all trying to talk to me

what the HELL did I just do to my foot OW that hurt stupid sharp things hiding in the carpet.
Anyway.
I think my mother thinks I'm insane. I told her that camp just does that to people. I keep talking to inanimate objects. I was trying to find the box that has my pillows and blanket and teddy bear and the stupid box cutter wasn't working so I hissed at it and used a screwdriver and I think I'm worrying my mother just a little bit with the talking to inanimate objects. Every now and then I have to remind myself that my parents do not realize how absurd I can be and when I'm away from them for a while I tend to forget that so when I come back home I act crazy and they look at me strangely. Or maybe they already know and I'm the one who's clueless. Do crazy people know they're crazy? This could all be the product of a crazed mind and none of you are really reading this because you don't even exist in the first place. I just made you up. No that's scary. But it's late. Well no. It's not late at all. But I'm sitting alone in a dark room except for that cool lamp hanging above the computer and I'm thinking strange thoughts and wanting to talk to people but the people I want to talk to aren't online so I'm using this handy dandy blog to talk to myself without having to open my mouth and make any noise I have to remember that this is a smaller house now so I can't make so much noise at night my parents are sleeeping I can't wake them up. I wonder who is still at camp sleeping in those crazy cabins on the cots. Brooke's still there. And Badger. And I don't know who else. My mom was all worried about me sleeping on the couch and I said "Mom it doesn't creak and it doesn't sag I'll be fine" and I just heard a noise from the kitchen.
Buzzing buzzing buzzing in my ear.
I miss everyone so much.
I can't wait to see those pictures...

The hole in the knee of these pants is worse. I have to fix that. The patch is coming off. Silly koala bear. Sorry. Koala marsupial.
I used "I" a lot in all those lines above. How silly.

Here at Camp Timber Trails...

hey I've posted journal entries that I wrote while at camp so check the july archives if you're interested.

mm...camp. I felt so loved when I left today. Brooke kept hugging me and said that I better come back next year as a junior counselor (which I will). And when I was walking to the car I screamed "GOODBYE TIMBER TRAILS" and everyone screamed back "GOODBYE EZZY!" and they were all waving and everything and I smiled and felt special and didn't want to leave.
I will not say much about the last Scout's Own because of the unpleasantness that occured there. There was nothing wrong with Ro Ro's poem. I dislike admin this year. Strongly. I hope we can get Catt back for next year. But then Ernie can't come back. I will get her a bus ticket. And fly to Wisconsin and then go on the bus with her. Why do people confuse Texas and Arizona? I swear there must have been a least 7 people who were at camp last year who said to me "Didn't you move to Texas?"
It is so strange here. It smells like paint and I feel slightly nauseous. It doesn't feel like home and yet it doesn't feel as though I'm in someone else's home either. I don't know. I feel...displaced. Tonight I'm going to sleep on a couch in the middle of a room surrounded by boxes, assorted furniture, and a big shelf. The room that will be mine is being painted now (hence the smell of paint) and it is empty and I wouldn't want to sleep in there anyway now because of the fumes. There is all this clutter everywhere. It feels so crowded in this house. I want to put everything away but we can't yet because the rooms aren't all ready yet. I skimmed the pool earlier. The pool isn't green anymore and it doesn't have frogs living in it anymore so we can use it now. I'm almost done with my laundry. I just have to wash my sleeping bag and blanket. The kitchen is carpeted. That bothers me. We got a floor lamp for my room at Walmart. It's cool but I don't know where I'm going to put it. I like the lamp that is hanging from the ceiling in the corner above and to the right of the computer. My right, the computer's left. Moniter rather. There is a hook in the ceiling of my room above where the bed will be. I don't know what I am going to hang from it. Either my philodendrons or a wind chime. Both, if I can figure out how to manage that. My philodendrons like it here. The bamboo is in the kichen near the sink. I need to find a permenant home for it as well. Maybe it will fit on my windowsill. I need to get my hermit crab from Nick. Assuming he's still alive. The crab, not Nick. I'm fairly certain that Nick is still alive.

mmm...I want to go back for another week. But next year I'm saying that I'm allergic to eggplant.

Things to remember:
-mushrooms=waffles
-carrot brain
-it tastes like man
-NARF
-acne foot
-nostril enlarging
-nuzzlephobia
-featherduster hair
-spoons is hell
-pissed off gnomes
-IT'S GONNA EAT THROUGH THE PLASTIC AND GET ME!
-"oh sorry, you're Jewish"
-"that tree was looking quite fine"
-"I'm gonna go get naked and touch myself"
-"I don't like stupid gay people, I like cool gay people"
-and when you have a wedgie...announce it to the gnomes.

Hey HEY everyone I'm back from camp and officially living at 305 Keeney Street I know I now live a heck of a lot closer to several of you guys give me a call if you want to hang out though I might be painting later today...
AHHHH I miss everyone already...Ernie and Brooke and Molly and Rachel and Kristin and Kristina and Alpha and Sweet and Jasmine and Ro-Ro and oh goodness too many people to name I love you all.
I'll be posting some of the crazy stuff I did at camp later on...like dying my hands blue and impersonating Elvis.

MY ROOM IS GOING TO BE BRIGHT RED! WOOOOOOT! I was all sad because it was going to be some pastel thing but the wonderful amazing decorater lady said that red would work so YAY! Still can't hang things on the wall so I'll just have to get some big ass pieces of corkboard.

meh...so. Sydney died a year ago today. I keep remembering walking down to the washstand and seeing Maggie (camp director last year) talking to the counselors and me trying to avoid her eye but she saw me and called me over and I knew then, she said "your mom called me earlier" and I said "Sydney's dead, isn't she" and Maggie just nodded. Constanze came and sat behind me and I knew all of them were expecting me to cry, but I couldn't, not in front of them. Maggie kept saying all this crazy stuff, telling me stories, trying to get me to laugh, eventually I said I was going to bed and I started crying as soon as I started walking away. Sydney's buried in the woods behind our old house but when I go home it'll be to Keeney Street so I can't "visit" her when I get home. God, the new house doesn't seem like "home", it's going to be so weird on Saturday. AH bringing little kids to waterfront now.