I didn't stay up late and do ANY of the things that I said I was going to. I started to knit, but had a stupid attack and dropped a stitch. So I just kind of said forget it and threw my knitting stuff into a corner! :]

I went to bed at midnight, though, and got up at eight. I went to the gym around 10:30, but made the mistake of not eating beforehand. ... I was regretting that. After thirty minutes on the eliptical (3 miles worth of running and sweating!) I got off and did some random exercises to tone things that I would like toned. This is when I realized that I felt quite light-headed, and there was a distinct possibility that I would vomit.

I sat down for about ten minutes, and when I started feeling better I left for the walk home. I should have waited longer, because the cold wind + my sweaty face + general nausea = THE BADNESS. It was a miserable walk.

Anyway, I came home, showered, and sat around playing the Wajas for a while. Ended up not being too bad of a day, though it was quite boring.

I still need to study chemistry, because I'm confident that the exam will be quite hard, tomorrow. D:

So, I never update my LiveJournal. This makes me somewhat sad inside. It seems as though I don't have time to update when things are happening, but on the flip side, I have nothing to talk about when nothing is happening. Quite the catch-22, honestly.

Anyway, things have been basically fantastic. School is okay. I have amazing grades, but I don't like many people at my school. The short list of people that I do like would be Stapleton (forever, obviously, because I'm basically in love with her), Kelsey, Christina (mainly because when we bowl her name is shortened to Christ), and Tippie.

Outside of school there is Torey. Torey is always around sooner or later. She's just kind of there, and even when she's not I know she will be at some point. ... Like a tumor, if you will. But a tumor that I enjoy. It is a happy tumor. She's basically my favorite, and she makes me laugh quite a bit.

I'm going on a cruise in two weeks! A seven day long Southern-Caribbean one. I'm very, very excited. :] Beyond excited. I need to get a new swim suit, though. Also, I need tank-tops. Feminine ones, to offset my boyishly long shorts.

So. I never update this thing, and when I do update it, it's rarely when things are good.

I'm going to change that. Things are fantastic, right now. I feel happier than I have for a while. I feel like I have a purpose. It's good. I've been rather active in school, and with friends/family.

Stapleton is amazing, as always. And I still spend most of my time with her. Not during the schoolday, but before and after are basically all Stapleton time. Which... is happy. We discussed how odd it is that we're such good friends when there's a 12 year age difference between us. It's somewhat strange. Of course, when we're together and people don't know me, they guess that I'm a teacher, too. Which is odd.

This weekend Danielle is coming over, to stay the night and then ride horses with me and Jason on Sunday. It should be amusing.

I'm starting a GSA. Which is also very interesting. Don't know how much opposition I'll face, but I'm prepared for it. And excited. Plus, it'll look damn good on a college application. :D Not that I've thought about that at all, or anything.

Sociology class has been very interesting, and fun. The teacher of the class, Ms. Verhoff, also teaches sociology at the nearby college, and she teaches the HS class like a college class. I've loved it. It's made me consider incorporating that into my list of possible college majors. ... It's growing.

Anyway. I have homework stuff to do. Yuck.

Summer is basically over. I'm kind of glad.
Torey went back to school two weeks ago (and, well, I did some illegal driving to get her there!), and I go back to school on the fourth!
I think I'm excited.
Scratch that, I know I am.

I like being productive. I just received the 8 million pounds of jewelry shit I ordered, though, and it's all amazing. I'm thrilled. My fingers are sore, now, from making earrings and necklaces.

Patches disappeared over a month ago, and despite the posters I put up, the checking of the pounds, and the general attempts to find her... she hasn't shown up. It's been incredibly depressing. I keep forgetting that she's gone, somehow. I got back to my grandparents' house yesterday, after not being there for a week, and I accidentally yelled for Patches. I really miss her. A lot.

In other news... Lisa, the one who was in the motorcycle wreck, is doing much better. Mom is still staying with her almost 24/7, which has created a lot of drama at home. A ridiculously high amount of drama, really. It's silly. Di bitches about how Mom is never home, Mom bitches about how Di doesn't help, and they both bitch at me for not being around enough. It's pretty silly and immature. I think Mom and Di are close to that whole breaking up thing, again. Mom told me that she wants things to work out, and go back to normal, but that she's scared it's just wishful thinking.

My great-grandpa was in the hospital, but he's out now. He had pleurisy, and he has some scar tissue on his lungs, but his heart seems to be in great shape. Which is great news. I was rather worried about him, there for a while.

Dad is on his way back from California. Not much news, there. I worry about where I'm going to stay. I need a schedule, or something. I have no set home, and it's hard to life out of my duffel bag. I'm like some sort of nomad. I have three or four different homes, anymore, and I never know which one I'm going to be at, or for how long. It's crazy.

I managed to wash my phone, two weeks ago. In the washer. It's fried. Which means I need to figure out how to get a new one/ fix this one. And soon! With my noted nomadic tendencies, it's imperative for me to have a cell phone, really. And, I like to text.

I'm feeling stressed. Happy, but stressed. I've been trying to force myself to think about college, as well, which isn't helping the stress. I could use a good shoulder rub, but I probably won't get one. Argh.

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I always forget to update this thing. When I actually have time to, I have nothing to say. And when I have something to say, I don't have time.

Well. Slight lie. I tend to have time. But I don't feel like it. Close enough.

I've been with Torey a lot lately! It's rather fantastic, honestly. And it's making this summer the best one for a long time. Also, I'm looking forward to some things. Boston, definitely. Getting to explore Boston and all it's awesome culture, history, and just generally fun things will be fantastic. Twice, possibly thrice, as fantastic if Torey does indeed get to go with me. Also... camping trip with Torey and her family, if they decide to let friends come along. If not, that's okay, but if they do... yay. :)

This past weekend was neat... though I got very sunburned. Which is now made worse by the fact that my shirt is STUCK TO MY SHOULDER. Last night I had aloe vera on, and I thought it was dry by the time I put my shirt on. ... No. No it was not. Because my shirt is now firmly fused to my shoulder. I'm going to have to take my shower with my shirt on and then peel it off. Oh, and sleeping is no fun. The sunburn makes sleeping on my sides unbearable, and sleeping on my back tricky. I thought I could sleep on my stomach, but no. No, because I slipped and hit my nose on the sink at Torey's.

So really, clumsiness sucks.

... But at least I didn't fall down the stairs.

Heh.

Ahh, today I'm stuck at the grandparents' house watching Logan. It's not too bad, since he's alone with me. I'd be more angry if Payton was here too. Rah.

Not getting paid for it, either. Which kindofsortofmaybe bothers me. Because god only knows when Jen will be back.

I'm done! Rah.

Today I:

• Procrastinated.
  
  
• Did a bit of schoolwork.
  
  
• Procrastinated more.
  
  
• Tried Vienna sausages, which I apparently liked when I was little. Figured out why I don't like them anymore. They taste exactly how I would imagine that wet kind of dog food tastes.
  
  
• Made cream corn out of a can. Ah, I talk to myself when I'm alone, sometimes. Just you know, idle comments and such. I look into the microwave and see that the cornjuice is bubbling, so I say "The porn is boiling!" ... Freudian slip? Do I like my porn nicely boiled? We may never know.
  
  
• Ate my porn corn and watched Goblet of Fire because I was that bored.
  

Bah, I'm done now. Back to porn corn and Harry Potter.

PS - Why are the Death Eaters costumes inverted KKK outfits? ... And why are they made of leather?

EDIT- ... Filch has the best run EVER. Also... why are there dance routines from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons? Complete with butterflies and breakdancing?

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