Fine. I'll update.

Pissed off about a lot of things still. Not as much as I was at one point, but I don't think right now that things can ever go back to how they were. And for those of you reading this (all maybe 4 of you) and thinking you know who I am talking about, you are not 100% right. I don't know, maybe I am the bad guy here, maybe I am the one that's wrong, that's certainly how it seems now. Atleast that's what they tell me.

Excited to go to seaworld on Thursday. I really love all the orcas and stuff, dunno what it is about dolphins and whatnot, just...intriguing I suppose.

Con-gay was really really good. I had so much fun. This was the best Congres so far; the Québec government gave SO much money to CCFF for us to do a Québec theme. It was crazy. I got a plaque for getting first place in the games category of projet. A bunch of people did really well on stuff. I have not decided what I am going to do about french club next year...don't worry if you don't know what I'm talking about. There was this really hot guy from the Québec government...Frédéric Bolduc. He gave me his camera before banquet to take pictures of people and stuff around the banquet and Mrs. Youngman dubbed me his "official photographer." I dunno about that, but I had a blast going around taking pictures of random people. After banquet me and Amy kinda stalked him a little in the hotel. Didn't really go to the dance this year, which was good, because I dont like dancing, it's just this year we had a big enough group for some to go to the dance and some to not go. There was this kid there, Lee, I just went up to him one time in the food place and was like you know, I'm going to call you Luis. Never really gave an explanation, nor did I need to, and I have not called him Lee since. Anghela had a good time with Damien...no comment. She also learned what a Nympho and a Klepto are. Good job, Angie. I was very proud of Jane for the amount of work she got done at Congres...very little. And we actually did manage to get her to watch an episode of Blind Date, and I'm pretty sure she survived. On the bus ride home I spent a good hour taking only pictures of Jane expressing different emotions for my "Many Faces of Jane" scrapbook that I will make, I promise. It's really funny. Small incident on the bus ride home...we found a porn magazine...so did Mrs. Youngman. It was interesting. Angie at one point opened it to an article entitled "How we started swinging" and then Mrs. Youngman threw it away and gave us a whole lecture on maturity. Well, not a whole lecture, but a 5 minute one. She knew it was funny. Umm...not too many more stories come to mind. Perhaps I should have updated earlier, but I came back to a bit of a, um, surprise.

Yesterday me and Leah and Krystle went to the Wellington Mall to go shopping for prom dresses and stuff. Not that I am going to prom, I was mainly there to balance out Leah and tell Krystle not to buy puffy pink dresses. I did buy a really cool purse. It's corduroy. I like fuzzy things. And we met this really cute guy at Starbucks. He was cute and funny and 19...hmmm... Oh, it was so funny, as I was leaving after I ordered my coffee, he goes "thanks a latte!" I just turned around and went what the hell was that, thanks a latte...and he laughed. Ohoh, he's an "aspiring musician," which explains why he works at starbucks, but we promised to spread the word on his music, so everyone go to www.wordsnowheard.com. You'll like it, I promise. It's all acoustic, and he's pretty good.

I don't have a whole lot else to say. I guess I'll write up again when I get back from Orlando. There's just not enough going on right now that I want to write about here for me to keep updating like I have. My melodramas have moved beyond band shit. Hence the once a week maybe updating. Sorry about that. If you really want to know, IM me, and I may tell you, but all the people who will read this talk to me on IM anyway, and know much of what is going on. So really, if you think about it, this journal is pointless and redundant.

I am a question to the world
Not an answer to be heard
Or a moment that's held in your arms

And what do you think you'd ever say
I won't listen anyway
You don't know me
And I'll never be what you want
Me to be

And what
Do you think you'd understand
I'm boy, no, I'm a man
You can't take me
And throw me away

And how
Can you learn what's never shown
Yeah, you stand here on your own
They don't know me
'Cause I'm not here

And I want a moment to be real
Want to touch things I don't feel
Wanna hold on and feel I belong

And how can the world want me to change
They're the ones that stay the same
They don't know me
'Cause I'm not here

And you see the things they never see
All you wanted - I could be
Now you know me
And I'm not afraid

And I want to tell you who I am
Can you help me be a man
They can't break me
As long as I know who I am

And I want a moment to be real
Want to touch things I don't feel
Wanna hold on and feel I belong

And how can the world want me to change
They're the ones that stay the same
They can't see me
But I'm still here

They can't tell me who to be
'Cause I'm not what they see
Yeah, the world is still sleepin' while I keep on dreaming for me
And their words are just whispers and lies that I'll never believe

And I want a moment to be real
Want to touch things I don't feel
Wanna hold on and feel I belong

And how can you say I'll never change
They're the ones that stay the same
I'm the one now
'Cause I'm still here

Monday was my half-birthday. Getting older still. Oh, and for those of you who think I am crazy, the only reason that I know what my half birthday is is because it's also my cousin's birthday. Someone remind me to register to vote. I could do it at the dave concert, IF I COULD GO...I have no idea when tickets go on sale, and they sell out fast. If anyone knows anything, please let me know.

I have felt like shit lately. Tons of stuff contributing to it. Not going into it.

I was going to go to disney over spring break, and was all excited for that, until my parents learned that our annual passes expire like next week. Then what started out to be a reasonable vacation suddenly got a few hundred dollars added to it. That's alright though, because I didn't really need to go to the parks, I am more looking forward to the "Disney experience." So what we are going to do is take advantage of the fact that we temporarily have no passes and do not have to go to the four disney parks, so we are going to downtown disney and then seaworld. So I'm really excited for that, because I'm sure I can find people in downtown disney to trade pins with, and I have only been to seaworld once, and I love it. They have a new baby orca! ^_^ So, with our mediator Will, we finally resolved the thing, and everyone is happy. It's like pulling teeth with these people...

Congres, or as Tom has dubbed it, "Con-gay" is this weekend. We are all très excited. I finished the projet, with the exception of writing a 3x5 card on how I made the projet. That shouldn't be too painful... I'm very happy with the way it has turned out. Using the tape to separate the spaces was a really good idea; it doesn't hurt my eyes to look at it anymore. So hopefully, fingers crossed, I will come home with a superior, but I am not setting my expectations too high. I will probably write up on the events of congres when I return monday night, or shortly thereafter.

I am very happy because my favorite American Idol contestant, Jon Peter Lewis, just got America's choice in the wildcard competition, and has moved on to the top 12. XD

That's about it. More to come later, if I feel like it.

OK, now I'm pissed off, because I even copied this journal before I hit the update entry button, and that didn't work, so I have already lost this entry once. Here's what I remember of it.

My parents were watching this movie, Before and After, while I was trying to work, and I overheard this quote that just kinda struck me. "Your whole life can change in a second, and you never even know when it's coming." I thought about that for a while while I should have been thinking about Quebec, and I thought of how true that really is. One decision, one event, one person, can change your life forever. And a lot of times, you don't know it until it's happened. There are some things that you can see coming weeks, months, even years in advance, like moving, graduation, etc. But then there are those that you cannot predict. I can't really give many examples of those, because you never know what they are or how they impacted your life until much later. Have you ever thought about one thing that happened that changed your life completely? Have you ever thought about what would have happened had it not gone that way? Where would you be? What would you be like? Could it even have changed who you have become? There's a song about that, Dancing Nancies. It's a Dave song, of course, who else? But it really makes you think about that. I'll post the lyrics below, because I know most of you have never heard it. Sidenote: Dave will be in town July 31 and August 1. I am so there. Both nights, I hope. I just need to get someone to go with, because going to concerts by yourself is no fun. This may prove difficult however, because the 31st is Warped Tour, and a majority of my friends would probably rather go to that, because they have messed up priorities. :oP In addition, the prices of Dave concerts are not cheap, and I'm one of the very few that I know of who is willing to pay $120+ to spend 2 nights listening to Dave music. Nevertheless, DMB concerts rock my socks, so the saving starts now and the tickets go on sale within the month. Just, y'know, letting everyone know. Here's Dancing Nancies, as promised. (note: the lyrics to Dave songs vary slightly depending on the CD you are listening to. This one is from the Live at Red Rocks CD, which is my second favorite version of Dancing Nancies, but the CD that has my favorite is in the car, much farther away than my cd case. Besides, I am fairly sure that I posted that version sometime in the past, around the time that I got my Some Devil CD, so I'm sure you've already read it. o.~)

Don't you ever wonder
Maybe if things had been slightly different
You could be somebody else
Don't you wonder
Maybe if you took a left turn instead of taking that right
You could be somebody different
Don't you ever wonder
Could I have been?
Don't you ever wonder
Anyone, anyone
Don't you ever wonder
Well, could I have been?
Don't you ever wonder
Anyone, anyone, anyone
Could I have been
A parking lot attendant?
Could I have been
A millionaire in Bellaire?
Well, could I have been
Lost somewhere at Red Rocks?
Could I have been
Your little sister?
Could I have been
Anyone other than me?
Could I have been
Oh, anyone other than me?
Oh, could I have been
Anyone other than me?
Could I have been
Anyone...

He stands, touch his hair, his shoes untied
Tongue gaping stare
Could I have been a magnet for money?
Could I have been anyone other than me?
Twenty-three and so tired of life
Such a shame to throw it all away
The images grow darker still
Could I have been anyone other than me?

And then I look up at the sky
My mouth is open wide
Lick and taste what's the use in worrying
What's the use in hurrying
Turn, turn, we almost become dizzy

I am who I am who I am
Well, who am I?
Requesting some enlightenment
Could I have been anyone other than me

And then I'll sing and dance
I'll play for you tonight
The thrill of it all
Dark clouds may hang on me sometimes
But I'll work it out

And then I look up at the sky
My mouth is open wide
Lick and taste what's the use in worrying
What's the use in hurrying
Turn, turn, we almost become dizzy

Falling out of a world of lies
Could I have been dancing nancy?
A dancing nancy
Could I have been anyone other than me?

And then I'll sing and dance
La la la
Hey, la la la
Hey, la la la
Sing and dance
La la la
Hey, la la la
Hey, la la la
Sing and dance
I'll play for you tonight
The thrill of it all
Dark clouds may hang on me sometimes
But I'll work it out

And then I look up at the sky
My mouth is open wide
Lick and taste what's the use in worrying
What's the use in hurrying
Turn, turn, we almost become dizzy

(and that is why Dave songs are 9 minutes long)

I have totally wasted today. I need to get so much done, and I just am not doing anything. As soon as I finish this entry, I'm going to start either my projet or my world lit rewrite, one of the two. I stayed in bed until 4 o'clock. I wasn't necessarily sleeping, I just didn't want to get up. Well, I could have been sleeping, difficult to say whether I was thinking or dreaming. But if I was dreaming, they were uncharacteristicly disrandom dreams, so I'm just gonna stick with saying I was thinking. About what, I could not tell you. I didn't say I don't know, just that I couldn't tell you. A lot of stuff on my mind lately. I really need to go to Disney World. Mickey makes everything better. Seriously, going to Disney totally gets you atleast three weeks of...whatever you want to call it. Pixie dust. Like if I went to Disney this weekend, I'd be set till spring break. I'm just so damn busy. But it does look as though I will be going to disney the latter half of spring break. Going to Phili the first half. So there goes actually doing anything over spring break. Oh well.

Let me ask you this. Is anyone doing anything at all for their extended essay right now? Are we supposed to be researching it? I am so taking that class this summer, but I don't know exactly how much knowledge we're supposed to walk in there with. I know we need two meetings with our supervisors before May, but what are we supposed to talk to them about exactly? I didn't know that we were actually supposed to start extended essay shit this year. I thought it was more of a summer thing.

I am worrying about too many things at once. Maybe that is why I'm getting sick, or something. I really need a vacation. Actually, once this weekend is over, assuming that I will have done everything that needs to be done, I'll be pretty good. I really want the projet to be done, because foreign language fair is saturday, and I need to give this shit to her friday so she can take it there. Whatever.

That's all for now. I'll post more someday.

Been a while since I wrote. I've been spending a majority of my free time sleeping. I don't know what's wrong with me. I think I have a brain tumor. No matter how much I sleep, I'm still tired, and I've been really dizzy a lot of the time lately. Eh, oh well. The other weird thing is I've been dreaming. I sorta wrote about this before, but ...yeah, whatever.

Had a really good weekend. Lots of fun, but not nearly enough work done. I meant to write the world lit paper, but I didn't even look at it. 1000 words and an outline is due tomorrow, but I have decided not to do it. I'm going to write the whole paper over the weekend and just do it in one sitting.

ToK yesterday was really great. We were coloring illustrations to "Everything I Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten" and we totally regressed to Kindergarten as a class. It started when I was describing to Kevin Skeeter Valentine's clothes, and then Ben heard across the room and started talking about Doug over there. Then we all kinda went "remember that song, bangin on a trash can" and we all started singing. Then we went into "I need more allowance" by the ever-famous Beets. Then Ben started singing the Hey Dude theme song, then we both sang the Gullah Gullah island theme song. It took us a good 15 minutes to straighten out the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, only because people wouldn't listen to me. Leonardo is the blue one with the sword, people. We covered every single show from our youth, from Roundhouse to SNICK to My Brother and Me to the Angry Beavers. It was really fun.

I feel so old. A bunch of my friends, as I am now discovering, are adults. As am I, I suppose. Not legally, but you know what I mean. Others of my friends...well, let's just say it will be interesting to watch them function in society. I got a new record of college letters today in the mail. Eight. Mind you, none of them are from colleges I actually want to go to, but...it's still good I guess. I don't really think that UPenn sends out mail like that. Atleast not to people with my SAT scores. I got an email from Oberlin Conservatory. It started as follows:
Dear Lauren,

I would like to invite you to consider the possibility of continuing your music studies at Oberlin.

Since 1867 the Oberlin Conservatory of Music has been considered one of the nation's leading professional music schools.

That's when I stopped reading and started laughing.

I had more stuff to say, but I am involved in too many IM conversations right now to be able to think, and I still have mucho tarea to do, so I'm gonna wrap it up. I love how I speak in Spanish even though I'm in French. Pisses me off.

This is going to be an uber-short entry. Just something I had to get down. Something weird happened...Saturday night? I dont really remember what night it was, but I woke up and remembered a dream. Now, this might not sound weird to a lot of you out in woohu-land, but I have not remembered a dream for about 11 years. I guess I'm just a heavy sleeper, or something. The weird thing about this dream was that it wasn't all weird and dream-like. It wasn't the boogeyman chasing me or whatever the hell you want to think of in dreams. It hit a little too close to home. Well, I guess that makes sense, being as it is in my head and all, it just struck me by surprise, caught me a bit off guard. I'm not really going to go into details of what it was, mostly because there's like one person who would understand it at all, but it was a sort of counter factual history of my life. Remember that counter factual history was way way back in hall's class when we talked about that article "Was America A Mistake" and it was like if Colombus had not discovered America and you draw it out all the way to like World War II, or something like that. It was kind of like at a crucial point in my life, this is what would have happened had it gone the other way. Don't worry guys, it makes sense in my head. Maybe that's why it's so weird, because it makes sense. Dreams aren't supposed to make sense. Damn, where's Amanda with my psych interpretation.. o.~

Although, you know what despair.com says... Dreams are like rainbows. Only idiots chase them.
Oh, my bad, different kind of dream.

I just finished my second ToK essay. It's really weird. I think maybe I should have taken Gabe's advice and smoked pot before I wrote it. That's apparently the best way to get into the ToK vibe. Wouldn't surprise me. But my essay stretches a little to actually answer the question. I kind of went off in a tangent and let myself go. But that's what we do in class, and she encourages it, so I figured it'd be okay to go off a little in my essay. We'll see when I get it back, I guess..

I've not a whole lot else to say. I did not mean to be sitting here typing this for this long, as I still have to do my chemistry homework, take a shower, and maybe perhaps someday get to bed. I slept all friggin weekend and am still exhausted. This is starting to concern me. : \

I found out that even though working at family fun day doesn't count for CAS (damn them and their religion rules) it still can count for NHS. So now all I have to do is actually tutor, and I'm good for that. SHF, on the other hand... I really need to get crackin on this projet thing. I've decided to do a board game, but have no idea how to do so. If anyone knows anything about board games and/or Quebec, please lemme know ASAP.

I have a test tomorrow in Music Appreciation over at PBCC. It shouldn't prove to be too difficult, although I have not studied at all. I'll bring my notes to school tomorrow so I have something to do in chem. That is one boring class. I'll tell ya, I have no idea how I stay awake on even days. I go precalc, english, chem, ToK. Then again, I don't remember the last even day I did stay awake, so forget that.

Ok, I'm gonna check out. This is not as uber-short as I had anticipated it being, but hey, now you have something to do instead of homework. Later.

Not much to write about, really. I've had an okay week. Monday I went to school, I think. I don't really remember. Tuesday I felt like crap so I skipped school. I woke up at 3:20. I was still a little tired from being up till 4 sunday morning I guess. Yeah, so I was still feeling crappy on wednesday, but dammit, I paid 10 bucks to go on that field trip. It was interesting though. I was kicking ass in asshole on the bus until krystle stopped playing. Then I lost a bunch. Then we got off and went to the rehearsal. It was pretty boring, and Michael Tilson Thomas is, um, interesting.. After the rehearsal we were just kinda set loose on three blocks of south beach. That was fun. We grabbed lunch at a pizza place and got some gellatto. We were in this other store thing and we saw Michael Tilson Thomas in there. Leah said hi, and then he just kind of stared at us and left. We told mr. Lerner afterwards and he's just like "Yeah, he's got issues." There was also this really hot guy who played triangle in the new world symphony, but then we found out as we were leaving that he smoked, a total turnoff. So that kinda ended that. The tympanist that they had was FREAKING AWESOME!! I have never seen anyone like that. Crazy. Yesterday was a half day. I went to school, came home, slept, then worked from 7 to 12:30 and went to bed. Today was about as interesting as yesterday so far. Tomorrow is family fun day. I'm working, for a reason I have still not figured out, since it doesnt count for CAS hours. Atleast, as Tom said, I'm not going to hell, because this has to count for something. So someone please show up at family fun day so I'm not so bored. I'll try to post again tomorrow with fun-filled shit about that. Later.

Everything's different
My head in the clouds
I hit this corner
With my foot on the gas
I started sliding
I lose it
Everything's different
Just like that.
Oh my God
Wait and see
What will soon become of me
Frozen heart
Screaming wheels
Does that screaming come from me?
I'm dizzy from all this spinning..

In ToK today we watched this video. It wasn't the one about language. It was a new one about perception. It was kinda cool in some places, but when it started talking about evolution of the cortex, I kinda dozed a bit. But there was this one part that was really scary. And I don't mean fake scary like we all say "wow, that's scary" I mean actually disturbing. So sayeth the video, neuron mapping, or atleast a part of it, is finished by age 10. By then you have a complete picture of what is good or useful or not, and, based on experience, unnecessary neuron connections are rejected. That means that your opinion of the world is pretty much set by the time you're 10 years old. That freaked the hell out of me. I don't know that I want the first 10 years of my life to have determined my outlook on the world. That's one of those things that I wish I had never learned. Sometimes I don't like to think about how things are effecting me. Do you ever consciously think about that? Everything that happens, everything people say or do, shapes who you become. That's not really something that I'd like to think about sometimes. Sometimes it's good though, but it's kind of creepy. Stuff that you don't even realize is affecting you is causing prejudice or stuff. Makes me think of all the photographs I saw of Osama Bin Laden teaching eight year olds how to shoot a gun. Or that artwork in Nicaragua Krystle told me about that had a mural of the world with an eagle's claw over it. Or those newspapery-magazine things about who's having who's baby in the supermarket right at eye level for a 7 year old. What has influenced me that I am not even aware of? How have I influenced others that I am not aware of?

I think too much. I've noticed that lately. But then I start thinking about how I think too much. I was thinking on the bus this afternoon, I can't remember what about, when I suddenly like woke up from thinking. I hate when I do that when I'm listening to music. Because whenever I'm thinking I'm not paying attention to anything else, and I mean anything. So I'll "wake up" in the middle of a song, and...I dunno, it's just weird. But whenever I think about stuff, I have to be totally absorbed in it, not listening or seeing anything else. There goes multitasking. I decided that thinking is bad for me. It never leads to anything good, because I never come up with a solution. Or rather, when I come up with a solution, I over-analyze that until I've rendered it obsolete. There's always something.

I also decided that I need to stop friggin living in the future. I hate IB. They're whole thing is like sacrifice these four years of your life so that you can go to UF, just like you would if you weren't in IB. But it will be free, just like if you got bright futures, which most of you who actually get your diploma are smart enough to get from "normal" high school. Pisses me off. A lot of people I can get why IB is good, because they're doing some bs (and I dont actually mean bs here, just couldn't find a good word for it...less rigorous) major. Example: Will is currently taking and honors fireflies course. That's where I can see IB paying off. Because he has been able to BS his way through his first year and a half/two years of college, and is not suffering consequences (atleast none that I know of) for doing so. But me? I'm going into one of the hardest majors/grad school thing that there is. Why?! What the hell is wrong with me?! I am so stupid. I'm going to be in school until I'm like 26. Seriously...that's 9 more years of school. Is that what I want? To spend the next 9 years preparing for some abstract floating goal of eventually owning my own practice? It's just all coming down to crunch time, I guess the pressure's getting to me. It's just I'm getting all this mail from colleges, except for the ones I want to go to.. And I took the SATs, and all that crap, you know. I was talking about it the other night. I know that like I sort of want to go to UPenn, but do I really? If I were to go there, that would be totally starting a new life. That's kind of scary. Like when you're little, you feel like you're never going to get where you are, and now you're there, and it's just kinda like ...shit. What do I do now? I'm not concerned in the least about leaving my family, but the whole disorientation. I wouldn't know anybody or where anything is or anything. But on the other hand, should I just settle for something less? Not that UF is a bad school, because it's not, but doesn't that kind of render IB totally pointless? What am I working my ass off for? When I get to college it's not going to be easy like it will be for a lot of IB kids, I'm going straight into that 19 chem, 15 bio thing. And I don't know any school outside of oklahoma that actually do give IB kids preference. Granted, the program boosts your HPA a little, but drags down GPA and extracurriculars too. You know what? I don't really give a shit. It's months before I have to apply to college, so I'm just gonna make an appointment with Ms. Kelly to ask her about visiting colleges and when I should take the ACTs and worry more about stuff that's happening like next week.

I say that, but you know I don't mean it.

I cannot remember the last time I was this tired. I was awake for 22 hours yesterday. That's nuts. Then I got 5 hours of sleep and woke up at 9 AM for no apparent reason.

SATs were yesterday. I think I did alright. I'll get back to you in 2 months or however long it takes before they decide to run a piece of paper through a machine.

I don't have a whole lot of stuff to write about tonight. I don't know that I'll be able to make it through tomorrow. Atleast it's an even day. Sleeping through those classes is not real different. I mean, I like Ms. Schilit and all, but her class is SO BORING. I don't think I've ever stayed awake. Last class she talked to us for a freaking hour about why it's not a violation of our rights to make us wear IDs and why it's important. Speaking of which, I must remember my ID tomorrow, I know Mr. Power will check. Someone remind me.

I started out actually writing about something, but I'm tired and have a fever and have not gotten NEARLY enough sleep for a weekend. Doing matrices when you feel this crappy really sucks. I finished the math, but not that english packet. That was gay. IB is gay.

I went to the dog park today. That's always fun. But we went there for like a half hour. It wasn't even worth the drive. If it takes you longer in the car to get somewhere than it does to do what you went there for, it's totally not worth it.

Sorry for the sucky journal entry. I've been awake too much. Or rather, I haven't gotten enough sleep. I'll see most of you guys tomorrow, even though I shouldn't show up. If I don't go tomorrow, Ms youngman and Morgan will both kill me for missing french club and clarinet choir at the same time. Maybe if I feel this shitty in the morning I'll skip. We'll see. At this point, it's about 70/30 that I'm going. Leave me some love.

Hmmm, I'm not real happy with the way the last entry turned out overall. I'm having a lot of trouble putting things to words as of late. Everytime I think I have this shit figured out though, I realize that all I have figured out is that I don't have anything figured out. And that's about as far as I get. But it's really bugging me that I can't get past this. Something is still bothering me about it, no matter how many times I work it out. I have been so out of it lately. Perhaps it has something to do with getting about 20 hours of sleep this week..

I need to get to bed earlier tonight. SATs tomorrow. Ho hum. I think I'll do okay, I've done a bit of prepping, but it doesn't really matter since, assuming I'm not pulling off a 1600 tomorrow, I'm taking them again anyway.

I like Dr. Seuss books.

I wish I had something better to do. This whole routine of same old same old is getting to me. I need to do something. Hmm, maybe that's it. Don't mind when I randomly drift in and out of understandable-ness. Yeah, I needed to make up a word there. Something is definitely wrong with me. Great timing too! My brain function has decreased the week before SATs! Figures...goes right along with the trend of shit going on.

Today in band class Krystle opened up Adrianne's clarinet and millions of little bugs came pouring out of it. We came to the conclusion that a spider had crawled into the case at some point, laid eggs, and voila! Hundreds of little visitors! It was the most disgusting thing. Well, not the most disgusting thing, but it was really nasty.

I'm tired. And I wasn't tired a little while ago. Just came all of a sudden. Gotta love the nocturnalness.

Damn, this is really getting to me. I usually am pretty good at saying stuff. It's just not falling into place recently. Let's pretend that you have gears, ok? And these gears work pretty well, but something unexpectantly knocks them out of joint. So now instead of fitting together they bump up against each other and can't turn. There, atleast I can describe not being able to describe anything. I'll write more later if I can.

Once there was a tree...

and she loved a little boy.

And every day the boy would come

and he would gather her leaves

and make them into crowns and play king of the forest.

He would climb up her trunk

and swing from her branches

and eat apples.

And they would play hide-and-go-seek.

And when he was tired, he would sleep in her shade.

And the boy loved the tree...

very much.
And the tree was happy.

But time went by.

And the boy grew older.

And the tree was often alone.

Then one day the boy came to the tree
and the tree said, "Come, Boy, come and climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and eat apples and play in my shade and be happy."
"I am too big to climb and play," said the boy.
"I want to buy things and have fun.
I want some money.
Can you give me some money?"
"I'm sorry," said the tree, "but I have no money.
I only have leaves and apples.
Take my apples, Boy, and sell them in the city. Then you will have money and you will be happy."

And so the boy climbed up the tree and gathered her apples and carried them away.
And the tree was happy.

But the boy stayed away for a long time...
and the tree was sad.
And then one day the boy came back
And the tree shook with joy and she said, "Come, Boy, climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and be happy."
"I am too busy to climb trees," said the boy.
"I want a house to keep me warm," he said.
"I want a wife and I want children, and so I need a house.
Can you give me a house?"
"I have no house," said the tree.
"The forest is my house, but you may cut off my branches and build a house.
Then you will be happy."

And so the boy cut off her branches and carried them away to build his house.

And the tree was happy.

But the boy stayed away for a long time.
And when he came back, the tree was so happy she could hardly speak.
"Come, Boy," she whispered, "come and play."
"I am too old and sad to play," said the boy.
"I want a boat that will take me far away from here.
Can you give me a boat?"
"Cut down my trunk and make a boat," said the tree.
"Then you can sail away...
and be happy."

And so the boy cut down her trunk
and made a boat and sailed away.

And the tree was happy...
but not really.

And after a long time the boy came back again.
"I am sorry, Boy," said the tree, "but I have nothing left to give you--
My apples are gone."
"My teeth are too weak for apples," said the boy.
"My branches are gone," said the tree. "You cannot swing on them--"
"I am too old to swing on branches," said the boy.
"My trunk is gone," said the tree. "You cannot climb--"
"I am too tired to climb," said the boy.
"I am sorry," sighed the tree. "I wish that I could give you something...
but I have nothing left. I am just an old stump. I am sorry...."

"I don't need very much now," said the boy,
"just a quiet place to sit and rest.
I am very tired."
"Well," said the tree,
straightening herself up as much as she could,
"well, an old stump is good for sitting and resting.
Come, Boy, sit down.
Sit down and rest."
And the boy did.

And the tree was happy.

Finally got some time to upload these pictures and whatnot. Don't feel like actually writing an entry though, too much floating around in my head. Too much even to type. But for now, so that you may be in a better mood than I, here are the infamous dog beach pictures.



Not the best picture in the world, but it's still cute. This was right when we got there, as she is still wearing her leash.



This is Sasha, searching for her toy in the water, and having an all-out good time doing it. She loves to swim. I wish we had a pool.



This is like my new favorite picture of Sasha. I'm not sure to what extent you will be able to see it on woohu, but her whole snout is covered in sand. She loved digging around in the sand, so she inevitably got covered in it. Très cute.