31 July, 2007, 1144 pm
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Last night, I watched The Princess Diaries on the Disney Channel and fell in love with it all over again.  It’s my favourite Disney movie because it’s relateable.  Well, except the part how Mia becomes the princess of Genovia.  That’s not really relateable, at least not for me or anyone else, ever.  When Mia and Michael finally kissed and her foot popped, I cried.  Well, then I laughed because it’s sort of unrealistic that it would, in turn, push up a lightswitch and make the garden look like an absolute Wonderland.  You can call me lame for saying this, but I really miss my Michael, my Lilys, and my Jeremiahs.

30 July, 2007, 812 pm
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Oh my goodness, today was so effective.

I had to wake up at around 730 in the morning to get ready to help my aunt at Kelly Elementary School’s Extended School Year (ESY) program. Essentially, we were helping rising first through rising third graders learn to spell and do math. The reason I’m going in to help is because I have a senior project to do involving volunteer work, and it’s just an easy setup. We have four little boys in our class. They’re generally well-mannered (except Matthew) and fairly normal (except Matthew). After tons of crayon colouring, a trip to Weis for snacks, recess, and alphabet bingo, I was pooped. I sat around for a few hours and tried to read Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. Then I decided to start on some projects.

First, I have this pretty green shirt from Delia’s that had a missing button. The top button just fell off once while I was wearing it and I lost it. So I moved the middle button to be the top and I chose a silver one to be the new middle button and I sewed them into their new places, and now the shirt looks almost vintage. It’s hot.

Then, I had these Vigoss jeans laying around for a few months that I couldn’t wear because Louie had chewed them up and down both legs and made holes in them. They fit really well, though (especially the legs), and the chews stopped at a decent spot on the thigh, so I figured I’d cut them into shorts. so I traced around both legs with a red Sharpie and cut on the lines I’d made and tried them on and rolled them up at the bottom so they hit six or so inches above my knees. The chew holes look natural (abercrombie, anyone?); I mean, they are, but they look like the stylish kind. So I’ve been wearing my new shorts all afternoon. I think I’ll make something out of the bottom leg parts that I cut off, but I’m not sure what.

My hair has also been bugging me; ever since I cut my bangs to right below my eyes, they’ve been in my way. In photographs, my hair never looks good because it’s covering half of my face and the other half is wide open, and my part is generally way too far over to the right. So while my mom and sisters were out at CVS, I took my cuticle scissors and hacked away another two or three inches so my bangs fell to right at my eyebrows. At first, I was mortified that I’d done something so risky, and then I figured I could just clip them back until they grew, even though I like the comfort of hair in my face. Then I pushed them to the right angle and voila! Perfect bangs. No more worries while driving, no more pushing my hair out of my face, et cetera. I say they’re inspired by Cat Power, aka Chan Marshall.

Tomorrow, I’ll g to CVS and buy a composition notebook to write in. I’ll write blog-like entries in there and then copy them once I’ve set up my computer, because when so much is happening here, I don’t always have time to run over and write what I’m feeling. That, and there are so many people to share this computer with, it’s ri-donk-ulous.

26 July, 2007, 734 pm
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Everyone…and I mean everyone looks at us like we’re strangers.  Passing cars, passing people, neighbours.  Everyone knows we aren’t from here.  Either that, or we’re ridiculously attractive or just plain deformed.  Rachael’s making friends easily, thanks to MySpace.  She has a million adoring boy-fans because she tries so hard to fit in.  Too hard.  Might I mention that I despise her eyebrows?  They need serious reshaping.  Me, I probably won’t have friends until well after school starts, unless I can manage to find a job.  But my anxiety is heightened here because everyone is looking at me.  And it’s not just in my head when I’m here.

Yesterday, I cut myself some bangs.  It really wasn’t difficult.  I just took the hair that used to be my bangs and snipped it a few inches.

Today, my project will be running a mile on the treadmill.  Thank God for that treadmill.  Just, the week Derek came up here with us, we ate out a lot, and I started to eat more than I could handle.  Last night, we went to Damon’s and I got a salad and French fries.  During the day, I sprung it on my mother that I still wanted to go vegan and was trying hard and she flipped out, saying that it would double our expenses.  I told her that they could all eat my food and that my food was less expensive than theirs, but she wouldn’t hear it.  She said I was not getting vitamins and minerals and that was why I was cranky.  She said that it was selfish and stupid and that I was spoiled and that I was the epitome of theShort Pump West End kid, which is not true.  Kids don’t think about animal rights in Short Pump.  They don’t go vegetarian or vegan.  They don’t care.  And they don’t know.  She said she didn’t care if I ate or not.  Later on, of course, she apologized and said she supported my vegetarianism…but she said nothing of veganism.  Today, I’m looking for cheap and easy vegan recipes that I can cook.  If you have any suggestions, holler.

I think I’ll be fine once I can spread out in my own room and write with my music.

22 July, 2007, 522 pm
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I won’t be able to do some elaborate, amazing post right now, but I’ll try to highlight the basics right now and colour them in later.  The past two or three days were hell, but we finally moved out of our home.  My best friends [including Divya, Erika, Derek, Paige, Connor, and Pauline] arranged a picnic for me in my front yard as a leaving partay.  We stayed a night at my father’s house where Baby, our nineteen-year-old cat, had something like a stroke and couldn’t walk right or move right (this is on the 19th).  Derek came with us to close on our Pennsylvania house, but the money hasn’t been wired to our account yet so we’re essentially without a home for now.  Baby died in the early hours this morning and I was the one who discovered him cold.  We buried him today.  Derek’s playing Guitar Hero II right now.  Not the best post, but I’ll write more later.

10 July, 2007, 1100 pm
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Satan is a freaking net genius, and she found an internet connection on the beach.  It’s corrupting the whole atmosphere, but we all knew we couldn’t go a week without it.

Right now, as gross as it is, I feel like I’m medium rare.  My skin is coral-coloured and I walk like a granny.  It’s cool.  And gross.  So I’m inside today, and I’m packing on the SPF 45 tomorrow if I go outside, instead of the SPF 30.  Liz is hobbling around, too.  She needs hot boys, and I miss Derek.

Speaking of boys here, there are three kinds (according to Liz):  Twelves, Uglies, and Olds.  Twelves are boys who look like they’re twelve.  Olds are men above twenty who are ugly.  Uglies are boys between the ages of seventeen and twenty who look their age who are ugly.  To me, they’re all Twelves.

7 July, 2007, 835 pm
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We’re going to the beach!  Long Beach Island, New Jersey!  All week!  Avec mes cousins!  It’ll be super, I hope.

Derek, je t’adore.

2 July, 2007, 1035 pm
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I really am a worrywart.  When Derek called yesterday, I jumped on the phone and was ecstatic that he wasn’t mad, upset, or unwilling to see me.  I mentioned nothing.  He took me to dinner at Red Robin (I love their Garden Burger!) and then I drove us to Target, where he bought us both some Pokemon cards.  I won the “Who-Knows-The-Most-People Game” only because he let it slip that I might know someone he saw at Target, who I eventually located.  Derek was excited that he finally got a Puplip.

And then I felt bad probably because of something I ate and went home early.  After I laid down, I felt better, which sucked.

Alexa and my mother were watching Taladega Nights in my mom’s room, and I joined them for the last half of the movie, and then we watched the Gag Reel, and…you guessed it, the Special Feature Walker and Texas Ranger, which is the most awfully hilarious thing I’ve ever seen.  They’re these two kids, the children in the movie, and they’re just awful…you’d really have to see it.   So here it is!

It also turns out that we are moving on the nineteenth as was originally scheduled and thus, we’re going to the beach on the eighth!  I’m excited for the beach, but as for moving, I’m still not so sure.