I'm in pain.
My legs hurt.
And my arms hurt.
And my poor burnt shoulders are very hurt.
Today was a good day. There was tubbing behind the boat (my brother and I fell in this morning and then I was gladly put in the tube again to ride with my cousin, Eliza, who will only ride with me, which is the most adorible thing you have ever seen. Eliza is wearing a pink hair binder around her ankle to copy my ankle bracelete, which is adorible, and she told my aunt last night, "I want to be Meg. She is so pretty."
All in all I am having a good time. Tomorrow everyone but me, who has a bit of a phobia, is going to be in a cave. Afterwards most likley shopping will be invovled and much tanning, for my farmers tan is very annoying.
Anyhow, now I bid you adieu. Adios.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Saturday, June 6, 2009
CALL ME PLEASE GOD! READ THIS PLEADING!
I am in Iola, Kansas.
I have no idea why I am in Iola, Kansas.
I do not know anyone in Iola, Kansas.
I went to a wedding today in Iola, Kansas.
Ok, I realize I may be contridicting myself, but it is true. I went to a wedding of some relative that has never seen me before and vice versa. It was amazingly boring.
I met my second cousin once removed today. He is, wow. Completly just, wow. He's thirteen and it's legal to marry him since we're not close enough relative wise (I'm totally kidding, I don't think we'd get along well except for the fact niether of us wants to be in Iola, Kansas.)
The only good thing about being in Iola, Kansas is the heat. It is a beautiful 95* and sunny whereas back home it is 60* and raining (or so I've heard).
Tomorrow I go down to Lake of the Ozarks (sp?) and hopefully I will be able to openly listen to rap again (it apprently is not looked upon kindly in rural Kansas) and I might not get, well, no nevermind, that is most definatly a lost thought (hope).
I am watching Bravo, which is nice. I am in a hotel lobby. Yeah. Now I have to give my second cousin a turn, so I must go (have I mentioned the hotel lobbies computer is the only thing in town that isn't a cash register?). Anyway, I've go to leave you, o' faithful readers of mine. I promise to write a lot this summer (meaning five times a month, I SWEAR). Yeah, oh God, now the lady at the desk is talking to her boyfriend. Good God. Going now. Goodbye.
I have no idea why I am in Iola, Kansas.
I do not know anyone in Iola, Kansas.
I went to a wedding today in Iola, Kansas.
Ok, I realize I may be contridicting myself, but it is true. I went to a wedding of some relative that has never seen me before and vice versa. It was amazingly boring.
I met my second cousin once removed today. He is, wow. Completly just, wow. He's thirteen and it's legal to marry him since we're not close enough relative wise (I'm totally kidding, I don't think we'd get along well except for the fact niether of us wants to be in Iola, Kansas.)
The only good thing about being in Iola, Kansas is the heat. It is a beautiful 95* and sunny whereas back home it is 60* and raining (or so I've heard).
Tomorrow I go down to Lake of the Ozarks (sp?) and hopefully I will be able to openly listen to rap again (it apprently is not looked upon kindly in rural Kansas) and I might not get, well, no nevermind, that is most definatly a lost thought (hope).
I am watching Bravo, which is nice. I am in a hotel lobby. Yeah. Now I have to give my second cousin a turn, so I must go (have I mentioned the hotel lobbies computer is the only thing in town that isn't a cash register?). Anyway, I've go to leave you, o' faithful readers of mine. I promise to write a lot this summer (meaning five times a month, I SWEAR). Yeah, oh God, now the lady at the desk is talking to her boyfriend. Good God. Going now. Goodbye.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
One More Day
Ok, I am writing. I have not done so in a month now, but I shall write.
Really, I don't know what to put here though. I kind of want to use it as an apology, but I don't think I have enough balls (or any, if we're speaking technically) to do so. Also, frankly, I wouldn't know how and the fact that I don't think they will be reading this.
It's June 3rd. I've been taking it to study and read (though, I will admit, I'm mostly just reading). I have a green composition notebook by my side, which is kind of beat up and I hope that I get some more for my birthday.
I have a lot on my mind, making it really hard to write right now, which is weird, since I'm always talking and usually never run out of things to say. But I have. My iPod is sitting next to my notebook, though it has not been helpful today with my thoughts.
AIM stopped working this afternoon and I'm on meebo. Ah, meebo, meebo. How I much rather have AIM (for when I have AIM, I also have my webcomics).
I'm kind of thinking my random banther is annoying you. I shall quit writing now. Goodbye now.
Really, I don't know what to put here though. I kind of want to use it as an apology, but I don't think I have enough balls (or any, if we're speaking technically) to do so. Also, frankly, I wouldn't know how and the fact that I don't think they will be reading this.
It's June 3rd. I've been taking it to study and read (though, I will admit, I'm mostly just reading). I have a green composition notebook by my side, which is kind of beat up and I hope that I get some more for my birthday.
I have a lot on my mind, making it really hard to write right now, which is weird, since I'm always talking and usually never run out of things to say. But I have. My iPod is sitting next to my notebook, though it has not been helpful today with my thoughts.
AIM stopped working this afternoon and I'm on meebo. Ah, meebo, meebo. How I much rather have AIM (for when I have AIM, I also have my webcomics).
I'm kind of thinking my random banther is annoying you. I shall quit writing now. Goodbye now.
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