Daily Horoscope from Center.com:
It may be hard for you to feel connected to anyone today, dear Sagittarius. You are probably better off just keeping to yourself. If you are feeling sad or depressed, it is best to work through these feelings on your own. Other people are not apt to be too sympathetic to your situation. You are better off sticking to your work in order to keep the demons out of your head.


Guess I better just keep my mouth shut about recent developments.

Chipper, heh heh.
Right. So anyways. Yesterday I hung out with Flannery, and it was way cool. We need to hang out again sometime, because you rock! And yes. We went the mall and walked around and ate food and made fun of people profusely. Then we walked to Target and looked at stuff, and we got the five finger discount on eyeliner, Axe body spray or whatever, and hand sanitizer. And we had the BEST nachos ever. For serious. It's cool, Flannery says her mom is in love with me..which is rad. Her mom's a little nuts, but better than too conservative..coughmymothercough. Ahem.

Today for fourth of July, I'm not doing anything. I think my mom's making shrimp enchiladas or something. And it's just going to be me and my parents, cause my little sister is swimming with my grandma, and Celia is going to the mall to throw things at people with Meekah.

How exciting. I would wish you all a happy fourth, but then again..I don't really care.

Microsoft® Encarta® Quote of the Day:
"No tool is more beneficial than intelligence. No enemy is more harmful than ignorance."

Abu Abdullah Muhammad al-Harithi al-Baghdadi al-Mufid


Hmm..interesting name, good sir.

Tomorrow is my dog's birthday, and my mom and little sister decided to throw a party for him. My mom is even going to bake him a special dog birthday cake. And my sister's inviting some of her friends over. So it'll basically be mass chaos.

Gah..dog birthdays.

I wonder why everyone likes to use Geocities when they decide to make a "webpage." I put webpage in quotes because..they aren't really webpages. It's like, "Hey, let's slap up some random text here and there, a few pictures, an annoying JavaScript cursor, and a guestbook..voila! Website!" No. Oh well, at least they're trying.

I went to the dentist today, and now my teeth are super clean. Too bad I've been majorly neglecting my retainer duties..ah well. I'll get on it.

Flannery needs to come back from Santa Cruz right about now. Yep.

What the..

Folks..get ready for a long and pointless update about nothing in particular. No complaints, cause I warned you.

I think we shall start off with two short movie reviews. Sort of. I saw the Italian Job the other day, and I loved it. Movies like that always get me. The characters were well cast, the plot was good, and it was so brilliant you couldn't begin to guess what was going to happen next. It's too bad that Edward Norton had to play the bad guy though, because he's a fantastic actor, and the bad guy is someone you always learn to hate throughout the movie. He still did a good job with his role. I was talking to my mom about the movie, and I compared the plot to Ocean's 11, and she said, "Ooh, Ocean's 11..George Clooney is in that movie. He's a hunk!" About two minutes later, she remarked, "Not as hunky as Daddy though." Hahahaha.

Yesterday was my mom's birthday, so the whole family, sans hunky father, went to see Finding Nemo. I thought that movie was rather well done..plot, animation, everything. You knew that Marlin was going to find Nemo in the end, obviously, but I didn't expect it to happen in the way it did. But you know how the mom dies in the very beginning? Well..ever notice how in most Disney movies, either one or both of the parents are killed off, they go evil, something bad happens to them, or they just aren't there? It's kind of strange. I mean, come on..Disney movies are supposed to be happy, but I guess no one notices the lack of proper parents.

I walked outside about ten minutes ago to put some cans and bottles in their proper bags (I recycle, baby), and I saw with growing horror that the bags were infested with ants! It was terrible. Whenever I see ants they give me the chills..crazy, yes, seeing that little black ants like that could never do much harm..but still. I had this dream the other night where I 'woke up' and my bed was swarming with ants, and I was completely covered. It was so scary. I don't have ant-o-phobia or whatever, they just creep me out when they're gathered together. One or two? Squish, no problem. A bunch of red ants crawling along the dirt, going in and out of their anthill? Nothing. It gives me great pleasure to smash their anthill and cover the holes with dirt and rocks and kill them all. But swarms of black ants? Ehh..no thank you.

While I was at the movies with the family, we dropped into Borders because my little sister and I both wanted the new Harry Potter book. We bought it, and I started reading it yesterday..and I finished this morning. Great book, but I wish it had taken me longer to finish. I suppose that's my own fault though. At least now my little sister can stop bursting uninvited into my room at random intervals, asking to borrow the book please.

Sometime later this summer, I'm going to Maryland with my grandma for ten days, and it's going to be awesome. In case anyone cares, I'll give you the dates when I get them.

Flannery's leaving tomorrow for Santa Cruz for a week! And that's no fun, seeing that basically the only person I talk to online is her, and she rocks besides. Flannery, when you get there, talk to your sister's girlfriend about borrowing her laptop. Maybe she won't be too possessive about it. And you need to come online now, dang it.

A couple weeks ago, I was making taquitos for lunch. I went to put the tray thing in the oven (which was at 450 degrees, mind you), and all the taquitos slid over to one side. I stuck my arm in and rearranged them all..and while I was doing so, I noticed my arm getting kind of hot. No big deal, I thought..but about half an hour later it was all red and it hurt when I touched it. Oops. So the other day, I noticed all these little tiny blisters on my arm. It was kind of cool, because I'd scratch them and they'd pop, then I'd go out into the sun the next day, and they'd be back. But they're gone now, and all I'm left with is a bunch of peeling skin and a faint scar. Note to self: if the taquitos slide around, it doesn't matter. They'll still get cooked.

Reckon this entry's long enough yet? Well guess what? IT'S NOT. Heh.

Today I read Harry Potter, played Nintendo, went on the computer, and..rocked out to Avril with my sister. NO, IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK! I SWEAR!! I was in her room (my sister's, that is..not Avril's) and she was playing guitar for me, and she started playing Avril. For the sake of randomness, I started rocking out like I imagined an Avril-whore would. It was fantastic.

And now the whole family, except for me and Celia, is out walking the dog at the park. Yipee.

You always know something bad is going to happen when you hear a white man with a cowboy hat yell "YEE-HAW!"

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When was the last time I had a subject line?
Dang it, I forgot that my little sister was coming home today. For the past week, she's been in Oregon visiting my cousins. The house was so peaceful, it was unbelivable. Too bad it's over.

I believe we need a recap of the time since I last updated. Well okay..we might not need it, but you know.

Friday was fairly boring. I woke up at the ungodly hour of nine, went to soccer, and came home around twelve. I can't remember what I did for the rest of the day. Probably played Super Nintendo and went on the computer and read comics. You know, the usual.

Saturday, I had a tournament in Lancaster. Basically, Lancaster is this giant desert with a few buildings, many many Joshua trees, and a forty mph wind. Constantly. Try playing soccer in that, would you! Heh. Our first game was at 1:15, versus..er..Redondo Beach. We beat them 4-0, no big deal, and I scored with my left foot. That's a big deal! Haha. Our next game was at 5:15, versus Granada Hills. I think. We beat them 3-0, no big deal again. I was playing right forward that game, and the wind was across the field to the left. Every time someone tried to send the ball flag, it would just go center. It was kind of funny. I got home around eight, and talked on the computer and went to bed.

On Sunday, the tournament continued with a game at 9:15 versus some team that I forgot who they were. They scored the first goal, which was surprising, seeing that they hadn't won any games so far. But then we scored three and beat them. The next game was at 1:15, and we were playing Valencia for first place. That just reminded me how much I hate playing them, because they're all really mouthy and physical. We beat them 5-1 so it didn't matter though. Then I went home and probably played Nintendo and went on the computer.

I could have summed that all up by saying, "Over the weekend I had a tournament, and we got first place. I scored a goal with my left foot. I hate playing Valencia. The end." Oh well.

Flannery, you rock!!!!!!!!!one!!!!!!!exclamation point!!!!!!!!!!!