Here we go again! Turn around and leave time! Camping this weekend, and then on monday the big ass flight back. UGH! I'm not complaining that i *get* to travel, i'm complaining that I *have* to travel. There's a guy on tv getting eaten by a panda. ... but it turns out he only wanted his coat. So I'll be on a plane for a little over 10 hours starting 2 o'clock monday.. but i have to be at the airport by noon which means i leave at 11 which means i get up at 9 to pack. and then I'll be in frankfurt with a 4 hour layover. WHATEVER. I'm bringin' my ipod. Hope that bitchassbitch holds up for that many hours. wish me luck!

I can't sleep.

Wooohooo!!! Charity run number 2: DOWN! I love this so much. I don't think I liked charity runs and things before, but now that I've actually done them, I'm addicted. This is awesome. I don't like running, but running for the sake of other people is such a thrilling experience! I LOVE IT! And I got 2 free tshirts and a medal! Not that I need that, it is for other people, but with the shirts and stuff maybe the IBO will believe my activities exist, considering I'm not doing anything thats remotely like what the other people are doing. Why do soccer? or dance or running or softball when its just for myself? I dont care whether i'm fit or not. I mean, of course it's fun to be fit, but i honestly don't care what i look like, as long as im happy. So i decided to go against the mold of what our IB class was told to do, and do all of my physical activity hours for someone else. I dont care about me! i like helping other people more. If the IB doesnt accept the hours I've worked on, then I can ask myself, was IB worth it? Not if they can't respect time spent for others. (and btw, i only say it like that because i was questioned heavily before the activities were even accepted in the first place... yeah :])

In other news... hi. Yeah. Not much going on. I'm at grandma's and Im about to go pick raspberries so she teach me to make stuff to put on pancakes :) I hate time, but i love how lucky I am. <3

Okay! Time for new post. I don't really have anything to say, so how about an update on me!!

Yesterday I realized why I shop for music online. I was in best buy, in the music section, and I went specifically for 2 cd's and to look at an ipod. They didn't have either of the cds I was looing for, and ... i looked at the ipod. Not too complicated. But i decided to look through the other music that was there... boy was that a mistake. I knew at least 65% of the artists there. I'd even give myself 75%, but the problem was that I wanted them ALL. I think I need to own a music store... you know, just to feel comfortable. Like I'm not leaving anything behind. I was so overwhelmed that I didn't buy anything, and best buy doesn't even have that much stuff!!!

Anyway, Billy Mays. You all know, the KaBOOM guy? The guy who speaks in caps lock? For those of you that don't:



Well, he's doing health insurance now. And it made me wonder, WHY MUST ONE SPEAK LIKE THIS IN ORDER TO GET SOMEONE ELSES ATTENTION???

ITS PROBABLY NOT THAT HARD! I MEAN, WHY DOESNT HE SAY, hey you over there, yeah you, on the couch. can we talk for a second? you're dying. OR there's a really ugly stain right over there. you know you wanna fix it. BUT NO, HE TALKS LIKE THIS. MAYBE ITS BECAUSE HIS TARGET AUDIENCE IS ABOUT 75 YEARS OLD AND THEY ALL CANT HEAR. OH WELL. IM SURE I'LL UNDERSTAND SOME DAY.

Uhm... that's pretty much all I have. I like being happy for no reason!

You're leaving... and there's nothing I can do about it.

These 18 hours will be for you.

So tomorrow's quite full for me. Get up at 5 in the morning, run around frantically making sure i have everything, get to the airport, catch first flight, fly to frankfurt (of ALL fucking places, the BIGGEST airport in Europe), run through the airport to find the gate, fly for 10 hours next to god knows who in the middle of the plane on the aisle (seats like xx xxxx xx), get off of the plane and get all of my stuff assuming that it makes it, go to some 4th of july party until what promises to be an ungodly hour (yes, i'm 70), get home and pass out or cry. thats it! oy.

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