Summer Vacation So Far

summer vacation seems to be quite nice for me so far. i've been sitting on my ass doing nothing for most of the time, because...

i am:

6. a video-game junkie.
i've been playing paper mario nonstop for a few days now. literally nonstop. (SECRET FRIEND) got pissed at me because i ignored the phone when she called three or four times. oh, well. paper mario's kind of fun. i'm on the, uh, shadow queen now, and damn. game over. well, anyway.
i've decided that mustaches define manliness. i mean, just look at mario! he's the manliest man of all men! and just look at that mustache!

he is the manliest man of all. and ADORABLE, too! i love me some mario. but why does luigi get a mustache? luigi is a total fag. yuck. just look at HIM.

faggot.


well, anyway. i've done a few other things during the summer vacation. i hung out at spruce cabin with my friends, just like i do every year. it was pretty exciting. if you want to hear about it, i suggest you go read about it on bethany's blog: Dancing on the Dock.
i, uh, went to the art walk and abruptly left... (free hugs shirts aren't good for me. physical touchy = no no.)
and i went to see the show Pippin at the Stephen Sondheim center last night. it was a cool show. yeah. so.
um, yeah. that's what i've done so far this summer, but i'm totally mellowed out. it's sweet. i actually called this creep that has had a thing for me since sixth grade, sebastian, and i wasn't angry at him for once. we're buds, but we usually have some major problems. well, with me all chill, i pretty much love everyone right now. i have my moments, but whatever. i'm actually kind of happy. i definitely just needed a break from school. phew.

Accepting the Fact That All Men are Swine

well, i've accepted it before, but then i ignored my instincts and went back to believing that they could be good. well, they can't. men are dirty pigs that are completely engrossed in sexual desire. all of them. every single one.

i don't see what the big deal is. sex doesn't seem fun at all. it sounds painful, repulsive, embarrassing. that's how i think of it. i honestly don't know how it feels, but i can't imagine it feels very good. i suppose i'm one of the very few people in this world who still think that way. i suppose i'm kind of old-fashioned there. but whatever.

we were put on this planet to reproduce, so sex is mandatory. if you want babies. i don't understand kissing, either... why? just... why? who decided it would be a good idea to suck on someone's lips? i hate them. they're retarded.

i bet it was a man.

i would never be with a woman, don't get me wrong. there's no point. you can't have kids when you're with the same sex, and since we're put on the planet to make babies, we're put on this planet to be heterosexual. i suppose being homosexual is alright since our population is insane, but i don't understand bisexuals. i have my own not-so-nice theories on that.

men are great, honest to god. they're just filthy swine.

oink, oink.

Having a Wonderific Day

last night i was having a panic attack because i needed to get a speech done so that i could go to the movies. i was grounded because i was failing speech class, and my mother has taken away everything i love. those are her words, not mine. she even took away soy milk. well, anyway, i was freaking out about my entire future. i thought that if i didn't get this speech done, i would have to take hucke's class next year, which is supposedly really hard. then i would fail speech for all four years of high school, wouldn't be able to graduate, and would lead a horrid life. i was totally freaking out. i was even getting a wee bit suicidal.
with a little help from some friends, i was able to settle down and suddenly i was totally happy. i had this sudden burst of inspiration and confidence, and easily did a speech on Pluto. i don't think it will actually reach the ten minute mark as required, but at least now i can pass hosbond's speech class. i won't be grounded during the summer, like i was planning on being, and i'll be free to have all the fun i can handle (not much). i'll be able to go to my friends' traditional cabin trip and tent-in-bethany's-backyard trip at the end of the summer, which is what i look forward to every year. the tent-in-bethany's-backyard trip is always really awesome. the first year we did it, we sat around and stared at the stars. we always have really deep conversations, which isn't normal for us. that's why i always really love this particular get-together. we get really insightful, but we still have so much fun with it. we wished on three shooting stars that year. i'm not entirely sure what i wished for, and i doubt i got it, but it was still fucking sweet.
last year we hung out with beth's brother and her brother's best friend. it was great. they chased us around a lot. (SECRET FRIEND) and ashley were captured immediately, while i ran for my life and threw myself in the tick-infested, tall grass in some ditch. i kind of got tired of the silence, so i snuck up behind the tent and listened to (SECRET FRIEND), ashley, bethany's bro, and bro's best friend plot against me and bethany. i walked up behind a bush, and suddenly bethany was talking to me. she was in the bush, so i got in, too. we listened to them as they tried to remember my name and called bethany a bitch. it was really quite amusing. they never found us. later that night, bro and friend showed up with shaving cream and sprayed us like mad. we drew smiley faces on one another's shirts and blah, blah, blah. it was fun. it ended very interestingly, i can tell you that much. ...if i could go back in time, i would try and change that interesting ending by just a little bit. or maybe it's better this way. yeah. maybe.

but, anyway, my point is that i was really wanting to go to the tent-in-bethany's-backyard thing, and now i probably can!

FUCK YEAH!

The Day of Graduation (Not Mine)

well. today, as a freshman in the band, i was required to go to the high school and sit on my ass in the burning sun for hours and hours. of course, being me, i wore all black. long sleeves, long pants. my mistake, but whatever.

my brother, eric, is/was in the class of 2008, so he graduated. i cheered for him when he got his diploma, but do i get any thanks? no. i waited around for him in the commons, and when he saw me, he just shoved his tie in my hands, said "danielle, take this home," and walked away. well, that's okay.
today's been kind of cool. i saw an old friend, hugged a friends brother on several occasions, and got a hug from mr. hucke. every time i see mr. hucke, i tell him "i don't know you, but i love you," so he's come to expect it. we were both at a grad party, and as hucke was about to leave, he looked at me expectantly and did a little girly-wave, so of course i said it. but i wasn't expecting him to laugh and give me a hug! brilliant.

it's kind of weird to think that i've only got three years before i'm going to be the one graduating. my little brothers will cheer for me, and i'll be rude to them if they want to say good-bye to me. i'll be one of the students who is not given an award, and one of the very few who is truly hurt by that. but i know it's up to me, really. i haven't started out very well, but with a little extra effort, maybe i could do alright. i could certainly get back into theatre, that's for sure. one of my teachers is constantly nagging me about joining speech team. maybe i'll listen to him next year. maybe i'll even do musicals and shit.

nonetheless, i think it'll be weird without my brother around to be a complete asshole. he's only staying at our house for a couple of weeks and then he's out of here. well, here's to you, eric. i hope you don't regret not going to college.