I just really felt a sudden desire to do SOMETHING, and instead of that something being useful, like doing my homework, I have decided to write. Although, I really don't know how long this will last, so this whole thing is up in the air.
   I'm doing well. Super excited about the end of this week, going to Clevelansky!!! Oh goodness, this entire week is just going to go about 1mph, seriously. Like, super slowmo. And then I'll get there and won't have as much fun as I'm looking to, you just watch. Well....actually, it should be pretty great, because I'll get to see Mikey and Danny and Michelleeeee! And probably Kevin, but I don't know if he's in Germany right now or not. I sort of feel they'd come over for the Holidays. Whoo boy, and if he does, bet you anything they'd stay with Aunt Louise, who we are staying with Saturday night. How crazy would that night be, holy cow.
   I think I just really enjoy having this separate family that no one in Virginia can relate to. I hope I always have ties in Ohio, so it always feels like home when I visit. I don't think I'd ever move up there again, but it was such a nice place, sometimes I truly wonder what it would have been like to live there all 16 years.
  Not to say I don't love Virginia, because I do just bunches!
  I hope it snows.
Ok, second topic, let's see here.....OH GOOD LORD. I have so many things I just thought of all at once, how crazy.
   Ok, violin.  We have had gigs  gaLORE  this past week, it has been so surreal. Like, every day I'm in my dress, playing here and there and just absolutely tearing up my strings! In fact, even though I've already played at St.Paul's church today, I need to practice for our winter concert TOMORROW. Speaking of St.Paul's, once again the funnest mass I'll ever sit through. I don't know about going every week, but once a year surely suffices. And I always play so well up there, because people can hear you, but not see you, and I've got more than a quartet to back me up. I would play like that all my life if I could.
   Oh, but anyway. Guess what I did yesterday? Played an ELECTRIC violin! I've been telling everyone, it was one of the coolest experiences I've had with my instrument, it was nearly mystifying. I was shocked to see the one I'd been playing was for sale, less than $600! You can't even imagine my awe! And it sounded terrific, and the weight it put on my shoulder was pleasant, very different from a lightweight acoustic so many of us are used to playing. What's more is, my mom knows the manager of Sam Ash! So I obviously just HAVE to get a job there, starting next September, so I can save up and purchase it plus an amp. I figure, I'll nanny in August for Coleen, see the sights Boston has to offer, it would be GREAT, just SO SO SO great, to go and see the Boston Pops whilst there! Like, good gracious, way to transport me directly to heaven above, I promise you. 

Then, after my nannying over the summer, I go directly into a job at Sam Ash. It'll be great because I'm already planning on only having 6 periods next year and getting out at 3pm with Esther, that way I can still give her a ride home. And if I decide to take an online course, I can even only have 3 cores and 3 electives, and still get out after 6th. I'm telling you, it will be the greatest, most stupendous year of my life. Totally looking forward to it.

/End rant.

It's another update! A DAY AFTER MY LAST UPDATE! What the fuck.

I was just reading through the past 10 entries I have written, and love the flare I've put into everything. Since my parent's separation, I haven't quite had the same zest, but I'm hoping to regain it, because I feel like maybe I'd have a chance at freelancing or writing something if I can just keep it up.
I believe the true reason I'm all fired up is because I took a tour of the CNU campus today. It was lovely. Bewtiching. Pulchritudinous. Other Thesaurus.com-ed synonyms. I knew the whole thing was going to go well when the mascot tugged on my hat, gave me a thumbs up and said he'd be watching me. Or maybe he was signaling that I would do far better in a giant captain head and breeches than he, I can't be sure. The "residence halls" (god forbid you say dorm; too short) were pretty spacious, in my opinion, and the students seemed really nice. I got to talk to reps from the Journalism and Music departments (spoke to a CNU violinist and the head of the Music department! Violin man was very reassuring and said I'd feel stupid at first, but much better after a few rehearsals. At least he's honest), and they also have a new gym, so that was looking pretty good.

I go to Longwood next week, and I think I told them that I was a Senior or something, but it doesn't matter as long as I get the tour right? Right?

Looking forward to Christmas music in orch, and performances of said music, and I'm wondering what chair I'll be, and if I'll be a 1st or 2nd (firstfirstfirstprettyplease). I'd feel retarded if she kept me in 2nd violin all year. Because whether she likes it or not, I'm going to be in Chamber next year, and unfortunately, I probably won't get an accurate amount of experience before college if she keeps in in 2nd violin the rest of my high school days (because you can bet your ass I'm going to be a 2nd all year in Chamber).  So this is really my moment; gotta live it up.

Ok, this completely school oriented livejournal entry was totally how I wanted to spend my Saturday night, so I thank the creators of this site. Gonna go read now like a good nerd.

I was just rereading the last couple of entries I put in here (from Sept. and July, they're set to private) and I'm a retard. At least I got it out of my system though (they were about separation stuff). I can't believe that that one entry is from September. I don't think it is. I think it's from August, by last month I was over it. I had a crying jag after mom confronted me about why I was being so defensive.
......Actually, maybe it was September. My god, time just seems to move so awkwardly.
Anyway, I'm definitely ok again. There was some barrier I had up over the summer, for sure, but I can't for the life of me think back to a time when I was blaming mom for everything. I wonder what I was like at the beach? Was I even myself? I suppose I was better there than once I was home, because it still hadn't sunk in when we were at the beach. This past summer will be one to remember, I guess.
I'll tell you this, going back home and seeing all the furniture different, and nothing untouched except for my room? That was hard. That was truly hard. And not having dad for the first month or so, or having him, except a street away and not right next to me? That was pretty tough too.
I really can't imagine my healing process. I don't even feel it.

So, what's been going on with me? I'm in six clubs (Spanish, Japanese, SOHO, Peer Helpers, Film, and Art) plus I'm more involved with orchestra (I made All County) and Yearbook (except I sort of have to be because I'm Production Editor for Activities), so I guess that's been helping. I'm home late almost every day, but it's all good because I have a lot of fun in my groups and I drive myself, so it doesn't inconvenience anyone. Just today I was at J-Club playing twister with everyone, plus Daniel, who I don't think is in J-Club but played Twister with us anyway. I won once, that was cool.
Uh. Yea, that's enough for now. I don't know if this will go back to being a regular thing, just because I'm not on the computer as much now. But at least I can offer this one update. Once a month seems to be my trend.

I haven't written in this for all of July.
It's kind of pointless anyway, since I'm used to considering I have one or two readers. This is a problem when I acknowledge anyone is there, because they are not.
Like, I used to act as though I was really communicating with someone and my to-do was up for chatting about and I thought I might get response. At this point, I'd just be lying to myself.

So...what have I been up to? I "cooked" today (meaning, I threw together a list of ingredients into separate plastic baggies and placed them in the freezer), and I've been marathon reading because I won't have much time once I get back from the beach unless I feel like turning them in overdue. I've been keeping at a steady one-book-a-day pace, although it's going to be broken with the arrival of Bindy MacKenzie. I don't know why I bother reading such a stupid book. It's hardly got my attention at all because of the nature of the primary narrator, and I'm giving up hope on speeding through such a large novel (around 500 pages). The font isn't Harry Potter-esque,  but probably because of my lack of interest it seems so. Still, I'm 100 pages in and it's not as if I could stop. I tried that once, stopping a book once I was about a third through. And even though I'll never read it again, or not for a very long long time, I couldn't bring myself to give it up entirely, so I just came back to it a couple months later, right where I left off.

Currently, there are 8 library books in my room and 10 novels I'm considering for August and Sunset beach, but I'll probably end up rereading my entire collection by the end of things, I do most every year. How sad am I?

The Harry Potter movie will be out in 2 short, short days, and I am seeing it with Taenika. I'm pretty excited, but a little anxious since I got my ticket online and will have to go through some ordeal with getting it off of Fandango the night of. And on the 21st, I'll be busy reading HP7. That's another reason I want to be finished with all 8 books before the 21st. I wish I could fit in Harry Potter and the HBP before then too, but who knows how I'll be able to get that done with the other library books to go through. I can't even tell you why I'm reading all this in July and not August, because July is when I actually go out and do stuff, because mom is home. August is the time when I sit around and read and go places with granny and swim and lounge. NOT July. July is when I go places, so you can see why this is ridiculous.

Albeit, I AM having a pool party on next Wednesday, and I'm going to King's Dominion on this Friday, and the movie, and walker's club and so on and so forth, but still. It just doesn't feel like enough.

I know that no one read my journal before, but now that I only have one friend (who never gets on) I can say, for SURE, that no one reads this ever. I could bad mouth anyone I wanted, you know? In a public journal. No one would know. Because no one cares about my diary-type thing on here. I don't know, I feel like even if I made things more interesting, no one would bother.
Well, my boring news is as follows:
I had a child
His name is Frederico Tyker
I'm listening to Deerhoof, not that any of you dickheads know who they are
My dog is resting his head on my smelly feet
I just hung out with Katherine for like, an hour not too long ago.
I'm going on a vacation to Middleofnowhere, Virginia for a long swim and tai-chi lessons from a balloon animal specialist
Bert finally pruned, which, just so no one knows, does not mean he has turned into a prune or something. He cut down basically the top half of a tree so no more beetles will drop in unexpectedly onto my head! I'm happy.
Nish-Nish or Och Aye? (Can't remember correctly)
I almost miss school, except for that whole learning part.
I'm going to look back on this and wonder if I was on a flamin shroom.

This is just a quick so-I-don't-forget post.

I am on Wikipedia because I wondered when the new season of the Office will start, and the answer to that question is: September 27.

In other news, we're having home-made mashed potatoes for dinner tonight, among other things! YIPPEE.

I'm going to try and recall my dream, because I feel like it.

I was with some other girls, we were rooming together in a...like an old schoolhouse type deal. No bathrooms in the building, one story, one room, four beds. We wanted to escape. From something, I think some person. So we decided we needed a little ship, since our house/room was right by the water. I pictured us in a little rowboat, and frowned at the prospect of bad weather and storms and such, but continued to pack. The items the backpack contained changed as I kept dreaming, but it was always different amounts of food and water. We probably should have just brought a water purifier, but what can you do? I settled with one backpack food, one water, and one half and half. Then, I don't know what we were doing at the time, but this guy came up to us and let us have a small ship. Like...big enough to have a lower deck to keep us out of rain, but small enough to not attract attention. So we got in and I prayed there were more provisions in the storage departments.

That's all I remember, apart from a random, non related quasi-image of me knitting a dog and it coming to life. A long haired one, white fur.

In other news:
-Mom comes home today at 10:30ish (PM)
-We have not received our Sunday paper, which is weird.
-Every night mom has been gone, I have had some sort of issue getting to sleep. Not because of her, mind you, but just random night sickness. Thursday I had some odd stomach bug that was unbearable. Friday it was cramps. Saturday it was a headache along with a little bit of stomach bug. I can only hope the spell will be broken tonight, because I kind of like getting a full night's rest.

Rah rah rah.

I'm bored. Really. If this is what I'm facing throughout the summer, I had better strap myself to the treadmill so I can at least look good at the end of things. It's a boring existence. Dad says I need to go driving with him more before I can go out on my own, but I'll definitely be trustworthy by the school year. Let's hope it's before that so I can go out and do something..

So, what have I been up to, you ask?
I've read 2 more books since my last entry, and also 11 volumes of Manga, because I was finally able to download a majority of the Mars series. I don't know when the signal will be strong enough to get the remaining 3, but I'll try tonight and tomorrow. Frankie has been an emotional wreck without mom around to cater to him, so today, as I was washing the dishes, he repeatedly tried to climb onto me....while I was standing...yea. And every time I move around, he comes with me and either sits on my feet or within two millimeters of where I am. It's endearing.
I keep meaning to get onto dad's computer and print out a picture of Lauren's and my head for the collage (that sounds weird, but it's gonna be our real life heads and stick person bodies, because that's how artistically challenged I am), but I can't really do it right now because he's online.
Ernie just fell off his perch again.
OH! Right right, our report cards came today. My final grades are 4 B's and 3 A's, which is remarkable, because this year I've done horribly. I was more apathetic than ever and slightly depressed and shit, and yet I have the power to make honor roll again. Must've been my teachers. I hope I can keep it up next year, hopefully even do better. Go up and up, from a 3.3 to a 3.5 to a 3.8, maybe....nah, that would mean like, one B. Which isn't going to happen. I can dream though, right?

I actually got my LISCENCE! What the hell, who would dare unleash me into the unknown world of motor vehicles? They must be criminally insane.
Here's how the story goes:
     I go up to my dad Friday afternoon. "Dad, you NEED TO TAKE ME DRIVING."  Dad: "....."
"I need to go to pass my driving test, c'mon!"    Dad:  "......"
"It's either now or we're waking up early tomorrow and going out before Bryce shows up"     Dad: "ok"

So we go out in the morning for about an hour. I'm making wild turns because I figure: If I can handle brake turns in the extreme, I can handle the wild ones in a cinch, right? And it works! I drove around for Bryce, and even though I told him I only practiced for an hour or two (truth) he seemed ok with my abilities and passed me. But due to complications with my permit, I couldn't get it until today. BUT I DID.

So now, I can legally drive myself cross country, if I really wanted to. I'm starting out small though. Little things, like running down to CVS to get mom something or, when school starts up again, I'll drive there (though I plan to be a lot better by the time that rolls around. I still got 10, 11 weeks, right?). From there, I'll move on to bigger and better things. Yey!

In other news, I am speeding through novels at the speed of light. At this rate, I won't have anything left to read by mid-July. And I also figured out that I'll be at Sunset beach when the new and final Harry Potter hits bookshelves. Speaking of HP, I'm currently listening to exclusive little tidbits of the upcoming movie's soundtrack. My opinion on it so far? Breathtaking. I'm absolutely loving the more upbeat tunes, and even the solemn ones are nice. And I'm glad it'll be befitting, because like the directors for the film (or producers, I can never remember...), the composers started coming and going after the first two films. Kudos all around for Nick Hooper.

Also, one last thing, I just finished the Maximum Ride series, written by James Patterson. The series as a whole was a little childish for my tastes, but it was a pretty decent novel through and through and I'm very glad I forged over a $10 to my mom for it. I have no idea what I'll be reading next, but since I've already read both books that were purchased Friday, I'll have to reread something older. Hmmm....

HAHA. I just looked at hcps link again today because I AM COOL and want my final exam grades, and Ms.J gave me a C for my final!

That's crazy. I know she usually grades on effort, and she knows I've been putting in a lot of effort this year, but to almost give me a B? My god, ms.J. I think I must've only gotten a couple wrong on the written portion, and I can't see her taking many points off of my SRO stuff, so it was all in the scales, like I figured. My god.

All I'm waiting on now is Spanish, and if Eva got her grade, what? 2 days after she took it? I had better have mine posted by Monday or Tuesday. Excitementttttt. UPDATED ALREADY: I got an 85!!!!! HAHA I GOT A B! That's hilarious, I'm very happy.

It doesn't feel like summer. The sun hasn't been out, I was actually cold last night, and I can't stop worrying about driving. I want tomorrow to be over, I'm not psyched for my other driving test tomorrow at all. I should have just gone ahead with taking it last weekend and gotten it over with, he's going to see immediately that I didn't practice. And who doesn't practice for their driving test, anyway? Only people with retarded parents who claim watching you behind the wheel is overly stressful. All I need to do is figure out what the fuck brake turns are, I don't see the problem. Psh.