so my turn for a new post - just be prepared for it to be rather random. thank you. *clears throat*

I found out today that if you go walking on a three-mile paved trail next to a busy skate park in the middle of summer, carrying a golf bag full of clubs on your back, you will get some strange looks.

so I'm trying out for the high school girls' golf team in a few weeks, and I desperately need to get into shape for carrying my bag instead of pulling it around on wheels. Anna: make all the fun of me you want, at least I'm not running and running and running around with no apparent goal in sight, ha-ha. oh yeah...I need to call you. please don't kill me for what I just said.

drove to the library and back today. there was fine. on the way back all I can think of is Bill Cosby's act on driving in a manual transmission (which is what my mom's car is)....... "First gear: I get the hiccups *cough cough cough*, second is a little better; third is great! Once I get into third I'm not shifting back for nobody. I mean, I'll run over a guy before I have to go back into first gear again...."

then he gets stuck on the hill with the guy behind him. this is me today trying to turn left and flooding the engine and killing the car, with another guy behind me. as soon as I turn on my hazards, boom, here's Bill Cosby again:
"I don't want to look like a fool so I look at the guy behind me and say 'come around, idiot, come around!' He can't hear me because he's busy telling the guy behind hime 'come around, idiot, come around."

thankfully the guy behind me had a fish on his car. God is very good, no?

"They cought thirteen million of us on that hill, and we all made an agreement to put on the emergency brake, and we turned it into a used car lot."

two weeks ago I took my foot off the clutch too fast and didn't give it enough gas, so it got the 'hiccups' and we literally hopped accross the main intersection at rush-hour, with about twenty people staring at me.

"Over the mysteries of manual transmissions there is drawn a veil, best left undisturbed." yes mnm, you know what that's from!

also killed that car today pulling out of the farm supply store, right in the middle of the street. hazards again. *sigh*




I passed page 1000 today in Les Mis. YAY!!!! only 222 more to go....*big sigh* then - David Copperfield!!! I'm feeling Dickens-deprived right now.

oh yeah vacation. we went and we came home again. there, that's it. JK, my grandparents have the log that we're going to turn into a scrapbook, so I'll post the rest of it later. just know that I got super-hyper on Friday night, and also we watched the Newsies, which I don't believe any of you have seen actually...
"Your Honor I object." "On what grounds?" "On the grounds of Brooklyn!"

I want to go back to Roche Harbor. Sam, can we stop there on the way to Australia? Anna, you're coming right?!?!? where are you anyway? we misses our Legolas preciousssss

and we did see Shakespeare!!!!! yes!!!!!! Shakespeare with Stand by Your Man wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but it was really pretty cool. They kept all the lines and stuff the same, but the actors had western costumes and every now and then they'd sneak in a western song. It was well-done though, and very enjoyable, and I wore my 100% deet bug spray so I didn't get eaten alive (when we go back to Roche Harbor Sam, I'll supply the bug spray. they seriously have man-eating mosquitos up there!!! I got like four bites over half an hour at eleven in the morning! yeah.)

oh yeah, I'm leaving you all for Paradise on Wednesday! don't freak out, just mount rainier paradise. I will take pictures!

I made a blackberry pie today, but spent too much time picking my way through Phantom on the piano so I didn't actually get to eat any. Mom is acting weird, and says I may have pie for breakfast. strange, no? three little kittens/they lost their mittens/and they shall have no pie/miaul! miaul!

like I said, random today! today is one of those spell blonde with an e and gray with an a sort of days. oh yes, and somebody came to see our house! maybe they will want to make an offer....(yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyespleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease)

and for about half an hour it was one of those I'm freaking out because I don't know what I'm doing with my life sort of days. Lucy, what college did you say you were looking at? i can't quite remember the name.



So on the second half of our walk, my mom and I sing almost every song from Newsies, and I'm huffing and puffing because I'm walking with fifty pounds of golf clubs and trying to sing at the same time, and terribly off key of course, but heck! who cares? then we move on to Disney and that doesn't work so well...but it took my mind off the clubs! suggestions for tomorrow? what is Emily singing down in Arizona? Do people really get up at three in the night for anything other than golf?

and why should I go to Highline instead of Green River? if green river is closer, I have to talk my mom into highline instead, and I must have some good reasons.

I keep hoping the library will have a copy of nicholas nickleby or any other dickens in the free box. usually it's junk like "The business owner's guide to taxes" and "God wants you to be rich" (no joke) but I did find a copy of Oliver Twist once with the cover ripped off...so you never know what you'll find exactly. I'm really gonna miss our dinky little library with about two hundred books and the same number of square feet, and Marty who knows me by sight even behind the pile of books, and and and...never mind. moving will be good. we're going to have high speed. we're going to be closer to friends. it will be good. you'll see...it will...it w--*breaks off*

John Browdie! John Browdie can always make me laugh, almost as much as the Crummleses. and Smike can almost always make me cry, in a strange way. of course there's also Mrs. Nickleby and the mad neighbor who throws cucumbers and vegetable marrows over the garden wall because he's in love with her, then gets stuck trying to come down her chimney, and promptly falls in love with Miss LaCreevy instead.

ah, good times, good times.

I should go to bed now...sleepy time is now

this Javert dude is really creeping me out. oh Anna - it happened again! I had to stop in the middle of the most horrible place to stop, for lunch! Just as Eponine is dying - can't be a worse place right? and then every time Javert pops up I pretty much jump out of my skin for no logical reason, and then sit there not looking at the page for about two minutes because I'll get creeped out again. Does Gavroche die? I can never remember.

okay, 'night all!