Jubilate Deo

What do you know, I'm updating like two days after I said it would be another week or so. This has been my first stop into an actual internet cafe, since last time I got online it was in a hotel (and there was a line). So, I might actually take a minute to let you know what I've been up to instead of rambling about nothing.

Right now, we're in Riga for another day. We had a concert this morning and another one a little bit later. We're going to sing two songs in the Riga Dome, which is a big church with a huge organ. It's the fourth largest organ in the world, but it was the largest when it was built. I'm not much for organ music, but it's kind of fun to sing with. We sing this one song and it's the coolest thing in the world. KYRIE ELEISON (Christ have mercy) and there's a blasting organ. Anyway, so I'm a dork, what else is new? By the way, for all of you that had Ms. Ruszel in 9th grade, don't panic, it's not the annoying singsongy Kyrie Eleison that the choirboys sing in the movie version of "The Lord of the Flies." It's a cool song.

Anyway, so we've been traveling from place to place, taking tours of the Baltic capitals then singing concerts. We've had a lot of free time to wander around the cities, but then we have days where we spend hours on a bus (and then get lost, so three extra hours), so it evens out. My mom taught me how to knit! I used to know, but I keep forgeting. So I'm making a Harry Potter Gryffindor scarf (don't worry, it looks awful). At least it's something to do on the road. Knit one, purl one, knit one...

Yesterday we went to a smaller town in Latvia called Tukums. We sang with a Latvian choir, and I talked a little bit with the girl next to me. Her name was Zanda, and she was 19. I don't know how much of the history of the Baltics you know, but they were occupied by Russia for several decades until the fall of the Soviet Union in 1991. So, I asked her if she remembered what it was like before then, since she was 5 when they left. She didn't really get a chance to answer, since someone was playing the piano and everyone started singing along and we couldn't hear each other. But I gave her my email address, so she said she'd write to me.

Today we went amber shopping. Apparently, tons of amber comes from the Baltics. (Baltic amber, Nina! It all makes sense now!). Anyway, we went to a few stores to look at what they had, and I got some earrings and a ring that were green amber (they have green! Yay for the best color). There was a necklace I really liked with beads of black amber (which are gorgeous, some of them are pretty clear and sparkly), but Becky thought it was hideous and old ladyish. Oh well. We all know I'm a 70-year-old in an 18-year-old body.

Anyway, enough talking. I'm going to go check the choir tour website, to see if there are any horrible pictures of me. And then we have to go back to the hotel and change back into the hideous black choir dresses of doom. So, hasta la vista! I wish I knew how to say that in Latvian. Umm...yeah.

O Vos Omnes

Well, hello from Vilnius, the capital of Lithuania! We started out in Warsaw, Poland, and tomorrow we're leaving in the morning to drive to Riga, the capital of Latvia. The trip has been awesome so far. I've been taking a million pictures, so hopefully I'll get a chance to show them to you when I get back (if you're interested...or even if you're not, I'll probably make you look at them anyway...). So, since I haven't had the chance to update very often, I figure I'll just let you guys know about the trip after I'm back. There are like three people in line after me waiting for the internet, so maybe I should go. Just wanted to let you know I'm still alive. And about 10 hours ahead of you. Mwah ha ha. I'm almost to tomorrow, and you have to wait. Anyway, have a party. Don't hurt yourself. Bye.

Play That Funky Music, White Boy

Well, today was a long day, but it's been fun. Yes, I was busy packing this morning, which was not too bad. I am really really good at packing. It's like a gift. I fit all of my stuff in the suitcase, in addition to 4 one-gallon Ziploc bags full of clothes and a toy doll "Starletz" rock band or something that we're going to donate to the poor mothers and kids in Latvia. And I still have tons of space. My suitcase is kind of big, but not really. I just know how to fit tons of stuff in a small space. I could probably do the whole Mary Poppins carpetbag thing if I really wanted to.

So, my friend Lauren is moving to Missouri tomorrow, so we all went to Leah's house to say goodbye and have a little get together. Good times. Got some good quotes for my facebook profile, even if some of them probably don't make sense and aren't funny to people who weren't there. Oh well. I like them. And in a way, they're even funnier if you don't really know what the context was. I hope.

Okay, so I found this thing online where this kid and his friend filmed a few clown puppets lipsynching to some yodeling (I think it's yodeling, at least...I could be wrong). In any case, I thought it was funny. True, I am weird, but my sister and brother watched it and practically died laughing (True story! Especially since Becky's side hurts after the surgery. She's like, "It hurts to laugh!" So I told her to wiggle her fingers when she needs to laugh. I was mostly kidding. She was really doing it, and that made me laugh). Anyway, if you are brave enough to watch the yodeling clowns, go to www.eviltrailmix.com and click on "The Clown Quartet: Performing Stimmhorn's Triohatala." It's funny the first time, at least.

Anyway, here's some big news: I leave on my trip tomorrow morning! Translation: I might not be able to update this frog (haha) very often, and definitely not everyday, as I have (sadly) done for the last month (actually, today's the one month anniversary of when I started this frog. It seems like it has been longer...). I know this is heartbreaking news, but I hope that you can handle it. I will update whenever possible, and I'll try to upload pictures I take when I'm on the trip. That might have to wait until I get back.

Here's something for you though: One of the guys on the trip created a website so you can keep track of us. The URL is http://www2.fpcberkeley.org/choirtour2005/, so you can go there if you're interested. And with that, I take my leave. It has been a pleasure writing to you. This is not the end. Adieu.

Dance Your Cares Away (clap clap)

Wow, I went through like almost the whole day without updating my blog! I guess I'm getting ready for the fast approaching time when I won't be able to write everyday (gasp!).

Today hasn't been too eventful. I started packing, kind of. That's really exciting. I bought 2-in-1 shampoo conditioner so I only have to pack one bottle! Awesome.

Actually, I had a kind of freaky experience at Longs (that's a drugstore, in case you don't have them in your area). My mom and I were about ready to get in line, when the background music changed. It started playing "Don't Speak" by No Doubt, and I was thinking, "Hey, good song. Haven't heard it in a while." But instead of Gwen Stefani singing, there was a keyboard. That's right folks, it was the elevator music version of No Doubt. Not something I want to hear very often. Or ever.

So, my sister asked to play Sims 2 on my computer. I almost forgot I had it. Curse all addicting computer games, especially pointless ones like this! Hurray, build a house! Hurray, they're in love! Hurray, their baby grew up! It's terribly pathetic. It's like artifical life for people who have no lives.

Actually, that's the reason that I waited all day to update this blog - little sister on the computer making little pretend families. I'll admit, I spent some time on it too. But I was packing the rest of the time!

By the way, I really really hate the word blog. Who likes it? I mean, it's kind of a mix between "blah" and "ugh," which are ugly words. For now, I'm going to say frog whenever I mean blog. Frog is a superior word. And frogs are green, and green is awesome...it works.

Anyway, it's obvious that spending too much time updating this frog has been detrimental to my sanity, so it's probably time for me to finish for tonight. Have a good life.

Schneewittchen

Sister Update: Becky seems to be doing good and should be coming home later today. She's been talking to friends on her cell phone all morning. We went to visit her a little bit ago - she's sharing a room with a cute 4-year-old girl named Jelly (Angelica). Fun to have a cute roommate. Anyway.

I watched "Dead Poets Society" last night. Such a good movie. Everytime I see it, I'm like, "Carpe diem!" Hey, that's kind of the name of this blog. Weird. Okay, so I have a crush on Knox, I admit it. Too bad he's fictional. And the actor who played him is like 30 something now.

Today was an exciting day! (This paragraph is devoted to food, feel free to skip). So, we went to this restaurant in Berkeley called Smart Alec's that serves pretty healthy stuff (like veggie burgers). Anyway, so I had a (nonveggie) burger with avocado on it! That made my day. I believe in using avocado whenever possible. I know some people don't like avocado, but I'm fine with that. More for me, right? Anyway, I think it's the mark of a true Californian to love avocado. And now I'm moving on.

So we leave in a few days. My dad asked me if I wanted to look on Yahoo travel for stuff to do while we're over there, so I think I might do that in a bit. Traveling is awesome. It's probably my favorite thing to do. I still need to plan what I'm doing after the British Isles thing ends. It's over around November 3rd, I think, and I have to make my way over to Florence (Firenze!) by November 20th, somehow. Better start planning that...

Anyway, have to go do fun and exciting things. I think that the family party has changed locations, so now we're going to my aunt's house, instead of everyone coming here. I guess that's good. Now I don't have to clean my room. Haha. Just kidding. My room isn't too bad. It's just in that somewhat disorganized "I'm not done unpacking from college and I'm about to pack for vacation" state. Alright then. Leaving. Have an avocado day!

In an Old House in Paris That Was Covered With Vines...

Well, today has been pretty crazy. My sister woke up today with her side hurting, so my mom took her to the doctor to check if she had appendicitis. In the meantime, I went with my dad and brother to a two and a half hour long choir rehearsal to get ready for the tour we're going on in a few days. Around lunchtime, we talked to Mom and they weren't sure if Becky had it or not.

So we went to a guitar shop because my brother wants to get a guitar for his birthday (yay, I get mine back!) and looked at what they had. It was a little hole in the wall place in Berkeley that had guitars from floor to ceiling. It reminded me of when I wanted an electric guitar. Then I remembered that I rarely play my acoustic one, so maybe I should do some of that before getting a second one. Or I'll just steal Colin's. Anyway. Then we went to an old burger place called Oscar's for lunch (the A's game was on TV - still against the Phillies, and this time they were winning! Hurray for that).

Anyway, so we went to the Oakland Children's Hospital after lunch, and Bexy was just getting out of an ultrasound. Well, it turns out that she does have appendicitis, so she's going to have surgery in a bit and stay in the hospital tonight (hopefully not too much longer). So, pray for speedy recovery if you're the praying type, and if you're not, then send best wishes or good vibes or positive energy or whatever. Kind of sucks to have surgery like four days before going to Europe.

So that kind of changes this afternoon. We were going to have a joint birthday party today for Colin and my cousin Peter, but it's being pushed back to tomorrow. Colin was a little upset, but he's over it. He bought some new guitar picks at the store, and he's upstairs playing "London Calling." Again.

I'm making my mom take "Madeline" to the hospital to read to Beckers, because she has her appendix removed in the book. I don't know why I remembered this so well. In the middle of one night, Miss Clavel turned on her light and said, "Something is not right!" And so on. She gets a cool scar, and all the other girls in the orphanage want their appendix out too. That's awesome.

Apparently appendicitis runs in the family. My dad had his taken out when he was visiting New York when he was 13, my aunt had hers removed, my cousin Ashley had hers removed, and now my sister. I think I'm safe, since I'm a little older than they all were, but my brother, who's turning 14 in a few weeks, is freaked out that he's next. Actually, I'm surprised Becky got it and I didn't, since I take after my dad's side of the family and she takes after my mom. Weird.

Anyway, enough about hospitals and surgeries and appendicitis. Not that I have anything else to talk about. I need to write an essay and pack. And do laundry. Exciting times. I should probably go, then, since theoretically I'm busy. Have a great Saturday (or, whatever day it is when you read this). Ciao.

There's Something About...Minestrone

So my little brother is trying to learn the guitar. Which means (1) he stole my guitar ("It's my guitar now! I like it more than you!"), and (2) endless hours of listening to him strum away to his song of choice ("London Calling" by The Clash). Let me tell you, not a pleasant sound.

Nice sunny day today. It rained yesterday, which kind of sucked. A group of us are going to the A's game tonight, so that will be fun and exciting. LET'S GO OAKLAND!

Otherwise, nothing new. Lying around the house, doing some reading. That's misleading. When I say "around the house," I mean "in my room," and the reading is all for the essays I need to write, not fun reading. Although it's interesting stuff. Writing about it shouldn't be too bad. Once I get started...

Alrighty then. Taking a break from random facts, so I'll just go now. Let me know if you miss them too much. Otherwise, adieu.

My Heart's in Overdrive, and You're Behind the Steering Wheel

So yesterday got insanely busy. My brother had his promotion ceremony from middle school at 4pm, and afterwards my sister and I went to an opera in San Francisco. My life is so random.

On the way to Burrell Field (promotion ceremony), we were running late, so my Mom was in a huge hurry while she was driving. We were approaching the train tracks when the lights turned red and the bars started coming down. My mom. Instead of slowing down and waiting, she speeds up and crosses. Then she spends the next five minutes telling me that I should never do that. Haha.

You know what I realized when I was watching the eighth graders being promoted? This is the class of kids that was in fifth grade the first year we were counselors at Outdoor Ed. So that brought back some of those memories. "Oh, Pescadero!" Good times. I think being a counselor is like my favorite thing in the world.

Anyway, straight from sunglasses to opera glasses. Becks and I were on BART to San Francisco half an hour after the ceremony. I guess my family won tickets to the opera in a silent auction at the middle school, along with some "free meal" coupons to California Pizza Kitchen. Mmm... Too bad we didn't have time for dinner. Sad day. (Darn, I said it. I've been avoiding "sad day" for months. I blame my dorm).

I'll summarize the opera this way: It was a tragedy, and it was Russian. Oh, and three and a half hours long. Yikes. Actually, it wasn't as painful as this sounds. It was really good, just depressing.

So I was reading a review for "Batman Begins," and there's this section at the bottom of the article where they say what it's rated and what actors are in it, etc. Anyway, it also said: People with bat phobias should take care. So that made me laugh. I don't know, seems kind of like common sense to me. Too bad common sense is uncommon.

Anyway, time for me to go get a life. I'm not sure if I'm going to keep up this random fact thing. Here's one, but it may be your last: Sharks apparently are the only animals that never get sick. As far as is known, they are immune to every known disease including cancer. That's awesome. When I get my pet shark, I'll never have to take it to the vet. Cool stuff. Buh bye now.

I Love the Dewey Decimal System. Really.

Yay for Wednesdays! I have done absolutely nothing productive all morning. Actually, I can't remember the last time I've done something productive. Hurray for Cheez-its and juice.

At least being unproductive is interesting. I was talking with Nina online about pet monkeys. Didn't Pippi Longstocking have one? Anyway, we both agreed that we always wanted one, but we disagreed over the name of the species. We were thinking about the same ones (the little ones near the petting zoo at the Oakland Zoo - wait, didn't they redesign that? I haven't been there in forever. I should go sometime. It's like five minutes away). But she thought they were called spider monkeys, and I thought they were called squirrel monkeys. Guess who won? Hurray for that.

So then I spent about a half an hour looking up places to buy squirrel monkeys online. I eventually found this site that sold all different kinds of exotic pets, from monkeys to crocodiles, tigers to llamas. The weird thing was that they sold Clydesdale horses, which I don't think are very "exotic," but they're awesome anyway. Actually, I've always wanted a Clydesdale. When I was little, one of my favorite books was "Bow Down, Shadrach," by Joy Cowley about a family in New Zealand who has an old Clydesdale horse named Shadrach. So, part of me has always wanted to move to New Zealand and have a Clydesdale. I don't think I'd name him Shadrach, though. Maybe Abednego.

Then I spent time looking up different breeds of horses, because I also like the type of horse that has a gold coat and a dark brown-black mane and tail. I thought it was a certain breed, but I didn't end up finding it, so it might just be a coloring. I did find one cool breed. The Akhal-Teke from Turkmenistan. Hurray for that. Those are pretty sweet horses. Actually, the more types of horses I looked at, the more they all looked alike. Oh well. Enough about horses.

I'm thinking about cutting my hair kinda short. I'm not really sure yet. I was thinking I'd wait until after the choir tour, in case it ends up looking awful. I figure I'll wait until I'm not up on stage. I'll probably cut it before England, though. Hurray for that. Just thought I'd warn you guys. Don't worry, not insanely short. And it'll probably grow out in like a week.

Anyway, I have to go get ready to do stuff. It's been a blast. Here's today's fact: A US government backed study found that pigs can become alcoholics. Not sure if I believe that one - it was from the site that had the fact "Coca-cola was originally green" which I looked up and ended up being an urban legend. Maybe someone else wants to research alcoholic pigs? Nevermind, I'll do it later. Anyway, gotta run! Have a great life.

Look! Me eating Lime Jello with a straw! Trying not to think about brainwaves... 

The Whole of the Moon

So, I was thinking about changing my facebook picture. I thought it might be funny to have a picture of me as a little kid, so I spent the last hour digging through boxes of old photographs. Man, I went through some stages where I was a freaky looking kid. I remembered being cute. Apparently not all the time...

The funniest picture was from a Halloween in elementary school. I dressed up as Jasmine from Aladdin that year, which I remember. However, I did not remember that both of my front teeth were missing at that point, so there are some hilarious pictures of me as toothless Jasmine. Those were entertaining.

We'll see if I actually change my profile picture or not. In any case, funny morning.

So, apparently you need to do some research before you write a research paper. You can't just sit down at the computer and type out ten pages. It doesn't work that way. It's important to know that. Maybe I shouldn't just look at the pictures in the fat books I checked out from the library. Darn.

Anyway, I guess that means it's research time. Before I dive into the books, I'll leave you with this random fact: Lime Jell-o gives off the same brain waves as adult males. How does that even make sense? I actually looked this one up, since this was another fact that I didn't believe. Here's what I've got: "March 17, 1993, technicians at St. Jerome hospital in Batavia test a bowl of lime Jell-O with an EEG machine and confirm the earlier testing by Canadian Doctor Adrian Upton in 1969 that a dome of wiggly Jell-O has brain waves identical to those of adult men and women. In 1969, Dr. Upton connected an electroencephalograph (EEG) to a dome of lime Jell-O, only to find the readings to be almost identical to those of healthy human beings." Wow. Hey look, I did some research! I'm pretty good at this stuff, huh? Anyway, back to the Jell-o. I feel like discussing this now. Why lime? Does flavor really make a difference? How can it give off brainwaves if it doesn't have a brain? Whatever. See you.

I Just Want to Ride in the Hummer, Okay?

It has been a very musical day. This morning I was cleaning in my room and folding up laundry (wonderful), which means dancing around to "Jock Jams" and there were clothes involved. Cotton candy, sweet and low, let me see the Tootsie Roll...

Everyone got together at Leah's house later. I brought salsa and tortilla chips, which was a funny experience because there were like seven of us congregating around the little bottle of salsa. Anyway, Kevin rented "Be Cool" later, which is the sequel to "Get Shorty," which I've never seen. The movie had some pretty funny moments, but the whole story was about trying to promote this girl singer and get her a record deal or something, and I just didn't care. Steven Tyler of Aerosmith was in it for a few minutes, which is always funny. Liv turned out really well.

Oh, the quote in the title was me, after the movie. Cedric the Entertainer has all these guys driving around in matching black Hummers with some hip hop pumped up, and I decided that I wanted to be one of them. Or at least ride in the Hummer. I just wanna be a gangsta, okay? Anyway, that gave everyone an excuse to laugh at me. (FYI - in real life I hate Hummers. I think the Devil probably drives one).

Okay, freaky experience kinda. My friend Antwonne and I joke about how we're identical twins, which is funny because he's a black guy and I'm a white girl. So I haven't seen him since I visited Cal Poly a few months ago, and I show up and we're wearing like identical green shirts. And a little bit later, it turns out we have the exact same cell phone (crap, I talked about it again. Just ignore me). How's that for twin power? I guess we're just on the same wavelength or something.

Anyway, back to the musicalness of today (another word I invented. Man, I am good. They should let me help compile the OED or something). So, Antwonne gave me a ride home, which is always an interesting musical experience. I'm not exactly sure what I was subjected to, but I survived, so it's all good.

So I'm doing the dishes (which was also musical, since I always sing when I do the dishes or vacuum - not sure why). Definitely some Moulin Rouge in there. Anyway, so the doorbell rings, which was weird, and I go to answer it because my parents just went to Costco and my siblings were off doing whatever they do. So it's this guy going door to door trying to get people to sign a petition or whatnot, and I can never say no to these people because dammit, I care about clean water and I don't want kids to get thyroid problems. So that was an interesting experience. I'm filling out the information or whatever, and he starts talking to me. "So, you still live with your parents? Yeah, me too." Haha.

Alrighty, time for me to go do fun and exciting things. I think my little brother is watching a James Bond movie or something. Here's todays random fact: The actual playing time in a Major League Baseball game which lasts about two and a half hours has been clocked at 9 minutes and 55 seconds. I believe it. That reminds me, I'm going to an A's game later this week. Actually two. Should be superfun times. Haven't been to one in ages. Yay for Eric Chavez. Hasta mañana.

Dabu: You don't even have to say it, I all ready know... Don't give me no gun in here!

Junk Food Tastes Good Because It's Bad For You

How is everyone out there doing? I hope your life is being fantastic.

I love Berkeley. It is probably my favorite place in the world. Which is kind of funny, because I've traveled everywhere and a half, and I practically live at my favorite place. Cool deal. I got my dose of Berkeley today, because I haven't really been there in months.

Church was good - Josh McPaul (college advisor guy) gave the sermon, which is always extra cool because he is fortunate enough to be Australian, so it's great to listen to him talk. I got to spend time just walking around Berkeley after the service, which was terrific. I got a Jamba Juice and walked around the university campus, which is just gorgeous. There's a little creek with some cool bridges, lots of trees, etc. There's a hall that looks like the Haunted Mansion or something. I walked over to the Campanile, which (unlike the dinky imitation at Whitworth) is actually a bell tower. I don't think they actually use bells anymore, but it's still awesome cool. Quite a landmark. I can see it from the plane when I fly from Oakland to Spokane.

Did a little shopping on Telegraph. Bought movies at Rasputin's. Browsed around Cody's, the large independent bookstore (incidentally, my favorite place in the world. Well, one of them. I love Powell's Books in Portland - that is a huge bookstore). My sister dragged me into Wet Seal, which I've only been to a handful of times, and ended up buying some clothes. Oye.

Then my sister and brother and I had to fend for ourselves and take BART (Bay Area Rapid Transit - kind of like our subway) home. We were sitting in the Downtown Berkeley BART station for probably 20 minutes, which I thought was really cool, because it's underground and dim and cold, kind of like a cave, and I like caves. Haha.

Anyway, walked home from the San Leandro BART station and made some lunch. Good stuff. Now I'm just hanging out and - what's this? Actually starting the essays I've been talking about all weekend? It's a miracle!

Here's a good random fact for you (thanks to Bryce): An apple is better than coffee at waking you up in the morning. I think I've actually heard this one before, but I have yet to try it. I wonder if it matters what kind of apple it is. I'm a Fuji apple fan, myself.

Have the best day of your life!

PS: I figured out how to change it so that anyone can post comments on my blog, not just other blogspot zombies like me. So that's cool fun and exciting news. Peace out.

Avocado = Happiness

Hurray for sunny Saturdays. And Boca Burgers.

This morning was my cousin's college graduation ceremony, so my family got up early and went to that. Over three hours outside under the hot sun squinting at a mass of graduates wearing black while listening to endless speeches - good times. It was pretty funny, actually. I loved when someone would come up to the podium and give a speech professionally and seriously, but have mediocre grammar. Or just slip up or something. One lady talked about the "past, president and future" and I swear that someone said something about the "Chamber of Converse." Maybe I'm too critical of how people talk, and there's a chance that English was a second language for some of them, but I needed something to be amusing or I'd fall asleep.

Guess who I saw there! None other than Sal Gavino, who I haven't seen since high school graduation. Apparently his uncle was getting a Masters Degree and another friend was graduating with a degree in Criminal Justice. So I talked to him for a minute. Cool guy.

Anyway, so that has been my day so far. Maybe I'll do fun and exciting things later. Or essay.

I don't believe some of these random facts I find. For instance, apparently 4.5 pounds of sunlight hit the Earth everyday. That doesn't even make sense to me. How do you weigh sunlight? Any science majors out there? Anyway, that's your fact. I hope it means something to you. Gotta run.

Later: I'm really doing this "update my blog twice in one day" thing too much. This is the sign of an ubergeek. You all should back away very slowly then start sprinting.

Went to Nina's for movies and pizza. Now summer has officially started. We watched "Spaceballs" and "The Airheads." Good times, but the funniest parts were the random things we'd say. We're so weird. At least we think we're funny, right?

So, I'm super excited! There's this song I've been looking for forever, and finally Nina made her brother Sam find it, so I have it now. It's "Anytime" by Eve 6, and it's only on the soundtrack for this really crappy snowboarding movie. So, I'm glad I didn't have to buy the whole CD for this one song. That pretty much made my life right there.

Apparently my family made ice cream with the apricots we bought the other day. I'm not really sure what's going on with that. I've only been home for a little bit. Thinking I'm going to go investigate that in a few minutes.

Today is Shia LaBeouf's birthday! That's ironic, because we were talking about him earlier. This is Louis Stevens, everyone. Disney owns him, but he's still a cool guy. I love imdb. I definitely spend too much time on it. I made a group on facebook for imdb addicts, but apparently I'm the only one. Here's a mission for all you Whitworthians: Go to www.imdb.com, poke around for a little bit, get addicted and then join my imdb group on facebook so I'm not all by myself! Sweet.

Anyway, I need to go be a loser now. Stay out of trouble.

"Say You'll Share With Me One Love, One Lifetime"

Today is a good day. Eating lunch right now, which is always good. Listening to "The Phantom of the Opera," which always makes me happy. Getting ready to write my essays, which for some freakish reason has me in a good mood. Why do I like writing so much? I'm not particularly good at it.

My dorky archaeology magazine came today. I haven't had time to look at it yet, but I read the articles off the cover. One of them was "Dating Pharaohs," which I'm sure is about finding out how old they are or whatever. But that's not what I first thought. I'm such a loser. I wish my brain worked.

So, last night I went to a rehearsal with the choir that I'm going to Europe with. They've been meeting for months, and I looked at the music for the first time last night. Yikes. It's a good thing I can sightread pretty well. It wasn't bad at all.

We're singing a song in Latvian, so a woman came in to teach us how to pronounce it. Fun stuff. "MAH-tzee mahn tee-TZET konks..." Anyway, she wanted to give us a warning about a word that we will encounter in our travels. Apparently, the Latvian word for "this" sounds like "shit." So, we'll be in stores and stuff and everyone around us will be like, "shit shit shit." The choir was cracking up, which I thought was funny, since it's a church choir and I'm probably the youngest person going that I'm not related to. I'm going to guess the median age is around 45. That will be interesting. At least they all laughed at "shit."

Down once more to the dungeons of my black despair... Sorry to sing Phantom at you, but it's just so good. At least I think so. It was one of the first musicals I saw on stage (I was eleven), and the story is just wonderful, and the book is great, so all in all, I'm afraid that I love it.

Yay for this weekend. Cal Poly finishes finals today, so all those fun people will be heading back up to the terrific San Francisco Bay Area to come play with me. Hurray. It has definitely been a boring week so far, so hopefully this weekend will make up for it. Nina, if you read this, do you want to hike around Lake Chabot this weekend or sometime? Like we've been planning to do for years? We should all have a movie night too. Oh wait, essays...

Pitiful creature of darkness, what kind of life have you known? I promise I'm done. The ending is just so good.

Anyway, I should probably head over to the library and start researching. Yay for essays. Today's fact: 5,840 people with pillow related injuries checked into U.S. emergency rooms in 1992. That really fascinates me. I wonder how you get a pillow related injury. Pillow fighting?

Later: Time for Part Two of today! Oh so exciting. I went to the library and checked out a massive pile of books just to come home and - update my blog. What a loser.

I actually have a point for updating. This will only mean something to the Whitworth kids here. So, I have to write a history essay for Keith Beebe which means!!! The return of How the Irish Saved Civilization. (My paper topic is "Celtic Monasticism"). Anyway, it really hurts to check it out when I own a copy, but I left it in storage in Spokane. So much for foresight.

I'm not sure starting this blog was a good idea. As Mark Twain said, "It is better to keep your mouth closed and let people think you are a fool than to open it and remove all doubt." Now I'm nice and addicted to the habit of blabbing into cyberspace. Great. Please don't think I'm an idiot, everyone. I'm not quite this bad in real life, and some people like my randomness. Right? I hope...

Anyway, time for my expedition into the adventurous world of essay writing. We'll see if I survive.

Grease is the Word

It's been an interesting morning so far. The clock on my nightstand said it was 2:00 when I woke up, which freaked me out because I'm supposed to go next door to babysit at 1:00. I jumped up and ran around until I found a working clock, which assured me that it was only 8:24am.

Then I received a random call on my cell phone (I know I promised to stop talking about it, but this is really my last story). I activated my voicemail yesterday, and the first three messages were from a woman speaking in Cantonese or something. Anyway, the same woman called this morning, so I told her she had a wrong number. I feel really bad. I hope she finally reaches who she was trying to call.

Plus it's raining. Which sucks. It's summer in California, it should be sunny. It was nice yesterday. Maybe it will clear up later.

So, Ms. Heck (middle school science teacher who directs their school musicals) asked my dad to make 50 DVDs of the show they did this year (Fiddler on the Roof). This means that I am in charge of making 50 DVDs (actually 100, because it fits on two disks), because my dad's busy and I have nothing better to do anyway. My computer feels so used.

Yay for babysitting today. My neighbors have three kids - Joe, Marie and Juliana. Joe is probably old enough to watch the other two, but I think that it's more that Marie apparently adores me, so I get paid to go over and play with them. Works for me. I love them too. Yay for kids.

Anyway, I'm going to go get some breakfast, so here's our parting fact: Each king in a deck of playing cards represents a great king from history. Spades - King David; Clubs - Alexander the Great; Hearts - Charlemagne; and Diamonds - Julius Caesar. That's pretty cool. Not sure if I believe it, but whatever. Oh, about the $10 bill fact from earlier. I found one and I looked at it, and there were no cars and only four lightposts. But it was a new $10 bill, so maybe it's the old one with four cars and eleven lightposts. Anyway, ciao!

Later: I'm back. I decided that instead of being a real dork and doing two posts in one day, I would just add on to the old one. Genius.

Babysitting was good, as always. Highlights were coloring pictures, making chocolate milk, and dancing. We all dressed up (I was a princess, I think, Juliana was Barney, and Marie looked like Zorro) and Marie put on some Glenn Miller. There's nothing quite like twirling around with a five year old to "In The Mood."

I'm wearing my Nina Baker sweatshirt! Those sure are trendy. If that means nothing to you, here's the short version of the story. We were part of this group that was ordering sweatshirts, and we wanted them to print everyone's name on them individually. I mean, people do this a lot. It's not rocket science. But the sweatshirt people put my friend Nina's name on every sweatshirt, because it was the one in the example. So we had 20 or so sweatshirts that said Nina Baker. We reordered it correctly, but everyone who wanted one got a NB one. Which makes us cool.

So, my sister is a junior in high school, and she's at that stage where she gets like truckloads of letters from colleges and stuff. I was looking through one of the things they sent her yesterday, and it was talking about a mandatory class for English majors about Chaucer, Milton, and Shakespeare. The nickname for the class was "Chocolate Milkshake." I like these people. I'm going to tell her to go there.

Okay, time for some randomness. If you haven't seen "How to Kill A Mockingbird," it's time for you to get on that. The website is http://www.stanford.edu/%7Escodary/tkam.htm, so go there and become a better person. It's just pure awesomeness.

Anyway, this time I'm really leaving. You already have a fact for the day. Hasta la vista!

Frappuccinos Make People Happy

I watched "Animal House" for the first time last night. John Belushi is hilarious. It's too bad that he died. Did anyone know that his brother is Bonnie Hunt's husband in "Return to Me"? Random trivia. Also, according to imbd.com, when he would meet people for the first time, he would ask to borrow $20 and he would judge them by how they reacted. I think that's cool.

Okay, so there's an organization called Earthwatch that I really want to get involved with (www.earthwatch.org). They have all these expeditions they organize, where you go somewhere and help scientists with their work. For instance, you can go to northern Argentina to help excavate dinosaur bones, you can stay on a ship off the coast of Spain to track dolphins, record folk songs in Russia, study glaciers in Iceland and Alaska, Renaissance pottery in Tuscany, sea turtles in Costa Rica, the collapse of society on Easter Island, etc. Anyway, I first heard about them in 8th grade and I kind of forgot about it until now. But yeah, I'd really like to do some of these. You should too!

Listening to The Turtles. Yay for oldies. And one hit wonders. "Happy Together" reminds me of the time when I wrote the Indiana Jones version while waiting in line for the ride in Disneyland on Grad Trip. Imagine me and Indiana Jones... those were good times. Actually, I was thinking about all my random acts of creativity, whether or not the results are any good. Like the piano songs I wrote, that everyone at home hates but everyone at college loves. And the guitar one I made up, even though I suck at the guitar. Oh, and words I made up. I made up one earlier today: superawesomenesstotheextreme. That was a pretty intense word. I've made up more educated sounding ones, though. Like Shakespeareanesque. Wow, I just randomly remembered Phactilaxilucca United. That probably makes no sense unless you were in AP English senior year. I remember when we were making up the team name, and made a word out of all these F words. The "lucca" was from felucca. And how Ms. Ruszel made us change it to "Ph" instead of "F," because "P.U." is cleaner than "F.U." Good times with rebellious nerds. I can't believe I thought of that.

Okay, since I'm being off the charts random right now, I want to talk about punch. You know how whenever there's a barbeque, and they have ice water and punch? And how you always have to get punch, even though it's usually super watered down? So diluted that they might as well label the drinks "ice water" and "red water"? Yeah. Okay, so that was random. I don't even think I had a point.

Anyway, I should probably go because I'm getting dangerously random. Here's your fact for the day (thanks for finding it, Leah): In 1963, baseball pitcher Gaylord Perry remarked, "They'll put a man on the moon before I hit a home run." On July 20, 1969, a few hours after Neil Armstrong set foot on the moon, Gaylord Perry hit his first, and only, home run. Quel coincidence!

Alright, really leaving now. Have a party. Viso gero, as they say in Lithuania.

"Cuz She's So High..."

Today I went out to Brentwood with my mom and my aunt to buy a few boxes of apricots straight from the growers. That's a part of California I usually don't think too much about unless I'm reading Steinbeck - the agricultural community. It actually really fascinates me in a way. In a way, they're dying out. It kind of disgusts me to see new, identical houses strangling the fields and orchards. The farmers are just trying to keep their way of life, while people who don't care move out there for the cheap housing.

Anyway, it was still an awesome experience. My mom makes a pilgrimage out there every spring to buy apricots, which she cans and makes jam out of. She took me with her last year, so this was my second trip. The apricots are Royal Blenheims (I think that's how you spell it...), which my mom really likes because they're sweet and tangy. Yay for that. We also got some honeysticks, which are always fun. Honeysticks remind me of Pike Place Market in Seattle, because we used to buy them there when I was little and we were on vacation.

Let's see...then we came back and had to go to the Cingular Wireless store, which I'm not even going to talk about because I've resolved to stop talking about my cell phone on this blog because no one who reads it could possibly care, so I'll shut up. Anyway, I'll just say it was no fun. But not too bad.

I had a chimichanga for lunch! That was exciting. It's been a while. Wow, I talk about food way too much. I'm a fat kid waiting to happen.

Anyway, not much else going on. No one else is back from college, the high school kids are in school, so I'm just hanging around the house like a loser when the rest of my family is out. That's fine, though, since that means sleep, videogames, food, and books. Hurray for that.

Here's today's fact: Abdul Kassem Ismael, Grand Vizier of Persia in the tenth century, carried his library with him wherever he went. The 117,000 volumes were carried by 400 camels which were trained to walk in alphabetical order. That's pretty awesome, I must admit. I wonder when he had the time to read them all. Anyway, cheerio.

The Best Things in Life are Free

Lucky you, I'm probably going to write a ton because I'm in a rambling mood and I'm feeling pretty random, so crazy things will happen. Look, I'm already rambling, and I'm only on the second sentence.

Well, yesterday went off pretty well - every that needed to be stored was stored, everything that needed to be shipped was shipped, and all the luggage we were bringing on the plane (we checked 6 items, including my massive computer box and my guitar) was packed and loaded into my dad's rental car (he got a Taurus instead of like a minivan. The boxes we packed stuff in didn't even fit in the trunk! I was like, how is this part of the plan? But it wasn't a big deal).

I convinced him to take me to the Greek restaurant, so that was excellent. Hummus, tzatziki, babakanouj, falafels...mmmm. Alas, no wine for me because the waitress actually carded me this time (I guess that's a good thing...) but behold! The return of Happy Water! For those of you that have no clue what I'm talking about, this is the name that I have given sparkling water (like the kind they serve a lot in Europe). In my opinion, sparkling water leaves a strange aftertaste reminiscent of feet, but if you can get past this, it inexplicably makes you very happy. Maybe it's all the bubbles. My first encounter with Happy Water was in an Italian restaurant in England, and in my blissful state I grinned at the waiter, who was pretty cute and Italian. So that was memorable. Anyway, back to the restaurant.

We talked a lot about the trip that my family is taking to Sweden. Apparently, we're leaving Helsinki on a cruise ship (which my dad described as an ongoing party with drunken Swedes and Finns) and we're stopping at some weird islands in between the two countries. I say weird, because the islands technically belong to Finland, but everyone on them is Swedish. That sounds fishy to me... Anyway, then we get back on another ship that takes us to Stockholm, and from there a few trains headed north and more north. At one point, we're going to be above the Arctic Circle, and since it will be July, we're going to see the "midnight sun" and all that jazz. So that's exciting. Apparently the mosquitoes will be massive, though, so that'll be an experience. I'm like, "We're going to Sweden, not Costa Rica - why are there tons of mosquitoes?" Dad: "Water." Makes sense.

Then he talked about December, and how he wants to take my sister and me to New York City for a few days to see some Broadway shows. I've been to NYC once, for all of maybe 24 hours, and we didn't see any shows, so this is exciting. He wants to go see "Spamalot" (yay for Monty Python), and he mentioned how Tim Curry was playing King Arthur (which I knew, but whatever). Anyway, that reminded me of my plans to go see "Guys and Dolls" in London, which Ewan McGregor is starring in, and my overjoyedness (I love how I just make up words) combined with the effects of Happy Water left me grinning like an idiot for a minute or so, but then my spanakopita decided to die, so I recovered.

After dinner, we walked over to Riverfront Park to look at the rapids (which are pretty amazing, if I may say so). It was crazy to see such a huge mass of water moving so rapidly. The spray was flying up at us like when you stand on the bridge over a logger ride. I was still in my euphoric state, so I was thinking some pretty random stuff. I'm wondering, "How much of this water has already gone over these falls and came back? There's only so much water on the planet, and it keeps moving around like Earth swishing mouthwash, so how often does it come to the same spot?" Then I realized that I was being crazy, so I stopped.

Then we went on the carousel at the park, which I've walked by a few times but never stopped to go in. I guess it's pretty little-kiddish, but there were mostly adults anyway. It's one of those where you grab the little rings and try to throw it into the hole in the wall or whatever. My hand-eye coordination is relatively decent, but not when I'm on a moving object, so let's just say I didn't make it in. Actually, it was lucky if I grabbed a ring at all! You had to reach out uberfar just to get one, and sometimes I'd touch one but not be able to grab it. Oh well. Fun times anyway. I had a pretty sweet horse, if I may say so myself.

Superearly morning this morning. We woke up at 5am to get ready for a 7am flight. It wasn't too bad though, and I definitely had one last Starbucks doubleshot with me. Now that I've finished that, I'm swearing off caffeine for the rest of whatever. Actually, I'm not really a huge coffee or soda drinker anyway, so there's not really a point to me swearing it off. It just sounds cooler than taking a break.

Darth Vader is on the cover of Rolling Stone magazine, so I got it for some nice inflight reading. I've never actually read Rolling Stone before, so that was interesting. Cool stuff though. Yay for music.

So I get home, and my mom recently dug up some of the stories I wrote from before I could write (I used to draw pictures and dictate the stories to my parents, who wrote them down). The stories are, of course, genius. However, I must say that I hope I've improved over the last decade or so. Let me share them with you.

The first one has no title, so I will just call it "The Witch." Once upon a time in a faraway land where it was dark and haunted there was no place to live. The witch had a scary potion and it was a stormy night. It was so scary she had to go away! Brilliant.

My second story not only has a title but a date (June 1991 - let's see, I was five years old?). "The Unicorn Was a Hero" Once upon a time there was a car with a princess inside and a unicorn on the freeway. They got closer and closer to a castle. They rode inside the castle. They got inside the castle and into the room where the prince was. They got married together. The end. I'm not exactly sure how the unicorn was the hero, but I will let that slide. Oh, this one also had a dedication: "For Becky and for Caroline." I love how I dedicated it to myself.

Anyway, I hope those were inspiring to you. They definitely made me a better person. I'll leave you with a random fact: There are four cars and eleven lightposts on the back of a ten dollar bill. I wish I was rich enough to verify this for you, but alas. Anyway, I hope you have an excellent day. I have to go play with my parakeet before he explodes. Adiós.

To Ninja Or Not To Ninja...

Well, today is the big moving day. I guess we'll see how that goes. Definitely have a lot to do.

So, cell phones rings are extremely annoying. Have we already been over this? I'm looking through the dozen or so ringtones that are included, and they're all pretty terrible.

Want to know something cool? I was looking through Windows Media Player trying to find a song, and when I was searcing through all of them, I noticed that I have exactly 3000 songs. I'm not saying that number is huge or small, it's just very precise. That's pretty random. Maybe this is a good thing, because now I'm thinking I can't add any more songs, so I'll stop wasting my money and buying them. Or not. I guess I can always try for 4000...

It's weird to think that I'm leaving Washington and I won't be back until January. It hasn't really sunk in yet. Obviously I want to go to California and see people, and there's not really anyone here now anyway, but I have lived here for the last several months, so it will be kind of weird to go back. I'll probably have a bedtime. That's gross. Whatever, sleep is good.

Anyway, I should probably start cleaning and organizing and junk. Or go back to bed. Here's your fact for the day: It is illegal to kiss on railways in France. Darn. Au revoir.

I Can Walk Up a Tree

I'm officially on summer break now! That makes me a cool kid. Awesome.

So, we finished up class today with a written final ("What are the 6 Principles of Composition?") and a storyboarding/photography project. And now I officially have nothing to do with myself. Great...

I have so much ice cream! I don't know what to do with myself. Caleb didn't just get like a small Ben & Jerry's sized carton, it's definitely a huge carton. Not quite as extreme as the buckets of vanilla ice cream you can get, but I guess the mediumweight size. And I have like two days to eat all of it. I think I'll donate it to the barbeque my dorm wants to have tomorrow. Either that or I'll eat it all and watch movies and eat popcorn and not move. Or get sugarhigh and move a lot. We'll see...

So my Daddy is coming tonight! I love my Daddy. He's definitely the coolest guy in the world. I'm going to try to get him to take me to the Greek restaurant downtown, because Greek food is definitely boss. And Greek wine. Not that I know anything about that...

And he's bringing my cell phone. I kind of want to download a "Dragostea din tei" ringtone (that's the song the numanuma guy is dancing to, if you have any clue what I'm talking about). But that would just be uberdorky, so forget I said that. Man, cell phones suck. I feel like I'm going to be annoying now. Oh well. Now if I ever break my leg while hiking over the Himalayas, I can call and people will come save me. That really sucked last time.

Yay for I get to eat real food very soon. This is exceptionally exciting. My mom may cook strange stuff sometimes, but it's always (or at least usually) good. As long as there isn't like boiled eggplant or something. I miss spicy food. I hope we get to eat some Mexican food. And Chinese food. I also really want to go to the Mediterranean restaurant in Berkeley that has shish-kebabs and gyros. Yay for that. I'll stop talking about food now.

Anyway, probably should go (eat) now, so I'll (hungrily) leave you with an (edible) interesting fact that is (delicious) really cool. The only real food U.S. astronauts are allowed in space are pecan nuts. Also, The McDonalds at The Skydome in Toronto, Ontario, is the only one in the world that sells hot dogs. Sounds good to me. Hasta luego!

"Wouldn't It Be Nice If We Were Older?"

What's this? Updating my blog twice in the same day? That's a little too much, but I'm having so much fun doing this thing that it's scary. Plus I had more to say.

So we went to Scott Kolbo's house to watch our final videos. I must say, they turned out very good. Much better than I expected, and I'm optimistic. Anyway, so Scott has two daughters, 6 and 3 years old. Cutest little blonde girls ever (there goes cute again! What is wrong with me?). Another girl from my class, Katie, and I were kind of trying to get them to calm down (they were really excited that there was company), so we were up in their room looking at National Geographics and having Polly Pocket drive around an ice cream truck with a bottle of maple syrup in the back (she was selling watermelon ice cream, by the way). The 3 year old was like, "This is my baby!" about her doll, so I asked, "What's her name?" "Puwana." "Puwana? That's pretty." "No, PuWAna!" "OH, Pirahna! That's...nice."

Another good one: The 6 year old was showing Katie a picture of a guy with a salmon he caught in a National Geographic. The 3 year old, Amy, was like, "I can do that! I can do that!" So I asked, "What can you do, Amy?" "I can catch me a mean old hyena!" Not exactly the answer I was expecting, but very amusing. She also really liked Heffalumps. She talked about them a lot. Apparently, the Siberians in a plane were talking about how to catch a Heffalump.

Anyway, so they were adorable. I don't really get to see little kids when I'm at college. I miss babysitting. So I kind of got my "little kid fix." I guess I'll be home in like two days, so I'll see like my neighbors then. That's cool stuff.

We were looking at some of the production photos from when my film professor was a film student at NYU. There was a picture of him with this guy, and he's like, "This guy wrote the screenplay for 'Troy.'" We're like, "Wow..." He's like, "Yeah, he was my writer when I was in college. I told him he sucked, and I was right." Haha!!!

Okay, so this guy in my class, Caleb, really really appreciated me editing for him. So he really wanted to buy me ice cream. All day he's like, "What's your favorite ice cream?" and I'm just, "Caleb, you don't need to get me ice cream! It's okay! It's not a big deal." Later he was talking on the phone with Katie while we were driving, and she's like, "Caleb wants to know what your favorite ice cream is..." I laughed and told her to hang up on him. Anyway, he showed up with some cookie dough ice cream, so that was funny. Should be good. Maybe I should have told him cookies and cream, but whatever. It's all good stuff.

Anyway, I should really be off. It's kind of sad that I made two posts in one day. I'm going to pretend that they're the same one, and not add a random fact to this one. Okay then. Cheerio!

"I Want Something Else To Get Me Through This"

Yay for musicals. Last night I watched "Singin' in the Rain," which was really happy. Thanks for making me watch it on New Years, Carla, otherwise I never would have seen it. Now I love it. Hurray for that.

I also watched the beginning of "Newsies," which is also good. I love Christian Bale. I admit it. I can't wait for "Batman Begins" to come out, since he'll be starring. Have any of you guys seen "Equilibrium"? That's one of his great movies. I like it better than the Matrix. Please don't kill me. He's in a ton of other stuff... "Empire of the Sun," "Little Women," etc. Anyway, I have "Seize the Day" stuck in my head now.

So today was absolutely crazy. I woke up around 8am to make sure I was ready by 9am, when people said they'd start to come over to edit, but no one showed up until 10am. I'm sitting there, playing Minesweeper like a loser and thinking, "I could have slept in..." It's all good though. Everyone is finished. In fact, as I write this, the DVD of all of the projects is burning. Hurray for that.

So today's song of the day is "Semi-Charmed Life" by Third Eye Blind. I forgot I had it. That seems to happen with a lot of songs... Anyway, I've been listening to it randomly all morning. I hope the people who live around me aren't like, "Why is she listening to the same song again?" Oh well.

Anyway, I should probably go since the DVD will finish in a minute and then I have to go to class. Here's your fact of the day: Virginia Woolf wrote all of her books standing. Alrighty. And with that, I gotta run. Have an outstanding life.

That's the Way (Uh Huh Uh Huh)

Do you know what are really great? The drinking fountains that are so cold they give you brain freeze. I love those.

So, I decided to elaborate on my creepy people problem. Basically, I keep getting random messages from really creepy guys on facebook (not you, Bryce). There was one guy hitting on me a few weeks ago who was "interested enough to try and get to know you better and maybe take you out sometime." Maybe that doesn't sound too bad out of context, but the whole thing was really icky. And I recently got another one from a guy who's like, "What are you like? ...besides foxy." I'm thinking he's not my type.

I saw a group of frisbee golfers going around on campus yesterday. That was really weird, since there's like no one here. Made me happy though. Too bad I can only throw a frisbee like 15 feet.

Someone took my milk out of the fridge and left it on the counter and it went bad. Oh well. I ran out of cereal, and I didn't really need milk for anything else. Wow, I bet these details of my life are really fascinating.

Actually, it turns out that everyone in the world reads this blog. For instance, I found out a few days ago that the guy who lives in the room below me reads it (hi Seth). Now that I know I have an audience, I'll try super hard to be interesting. It's a bit of a stretch for me.

Today is the day when people from my film class are coming over to edit. I already had one guy come by this morning. I must say, turning my dorm into an editing studio is not conducive to my hermit lifestyle, but I will survive.

More cell phone news: It turns out that it will work when I'm in Europe, so I've already promised Nina that I'll call randomly at like 3am or 4am and pretend I forgot the time difference or something. If anyone else is interested, let me know. I'll do my best to be uber betrunken, Leah. If that ever happens, I'll try to get it on video (because apparently my phone can do that too).

Okay, music time with Caroline. Here's an old story, but it's good. Basically, I made a CD fall semester with a ton of songs people wrote about me (everything from Neil Diamond to Outkast). It turns out there are about a billion and a half songs. Apparently I'm a heartbreaker. Anyway, so I sometimes listen to it when I need an ego boost (wait, when do I ever need one of those?). Just kidding.

Wow, it's raining. That's pretty random.

I think the word of the day is ambivalent. It pretty much describes how I feel about life at this point. Love it and hate it simultaneously without being bipolar. Wow, I'm confusing.

Anyway, so this entry was definitely longer than it needed to be. Sorry for rambling. Here's your fact for the day: "Underground" is the only word in the English language that begins and ends with the letters "und." Cool beans.

Okay, have to go be up to no good. Have an excellent day.