Gosh, don't you know I've been practicing my punting?
That's not the real reason I haven't blogged, there really isn't one in particular. I have now officially blogged for the first time in a little less than a year. It feels strange...I was two years younger when I started my blog. Now, I'm restarting it. Hopefully, I can keep it going long enough to have an "overseas" blog while I'm at camp and y'all can check up on my goings-on. Sorry if this isn't the most hilarious and/or interesting blog post I've ever done, I need to get back into the flow.
Public Announcement: If anyone out there reading this watches Lost, I share your pain in waiting until September. ABC is evil, and apparently has four toes. I was watching the first episode of the season again on Wednesday, and it was bizarre remembering how clueless (and freaked out) I was during the first five minutes of Desmond montage.
There are so many endings at the moment: the school year, the seniors graduating, my cousin graduating from Harvard Law (woohoo!), dance class, television seasons. Speaking of dance class, the routine on Sunday ended up great, except for the minor drawback of looking like a grandma trying to go back to her days as a swing dancer who put on her makeup in the dark. There was, however, the miracle of being able to get my hair to stick down because of a gel tsunami and the help of dancer/helper, whom I actually recognized from that new VH1 dating show. Afterward, I took the subway with the mama and got some Mama Buddha and about six new books to read for the summer. As for the high school graduation, Donovan Hohn's speech was great.
As for finals, my essays really did rock. I was going to use the dialogue between Lady Macbeth and Antigone for acting on Saturday because I didn't have anything else, but there ended up not being any time. Marcel was off getting married, so instead we had Adam trying to get people to "release their chi" in fold-up chairs. The only final I probably could have done better on was Geometry, but at least I still have a good full year grade.
Funkadelicness: I was looking through some stuff on my dad's computer, and I found these ridiculously insane nasal-voiced recordings I made of myself (with Dara's accompaniment) that I made about 5 years ago. They are so bizarre, especially since I'm hearing myself has a 10 year old, singing about a stapler. Well, not so much "singing" exactly. It's more just me rambling on a rhyming things, except for the rubber ducky song which is AWESOME. The stapler song goes: It's a stapler and it's on my desk/It's the stapler and it's on my desk. + handclaps. See, ridiculously weird.
This week I'll be away in Cambridge (the Massachusets one), and hopefully I'll see some of my cousin's friends who I like if I can survive the car ride there as my aunt tries to navigate the MapQuest directions that she yelled for. It's funny, one of my last posts before my uh, hiatus, was about Cambridge. Cambridge, Cambridge, Cambridge. Maybe I'll go to Newbury Comics again.
My next post WILL be better, that's a promise. Damn straight.
Public Announcement: If anyone out there reading this watches Lost, I share your pain in waiting until September. ABC is evil, and apparently has four toes. I was watching the first episode of the season again on Wednesday, and it was bizarre remembering how clueless (and freaked out) I was during the first five minutes of Desmond montage.
There are so many endings at the moment: the school year, the seniors graduating, my cousin graduating from Harvard Law (woohoo!), dance class, television seasons. Speaking of dance class, the routine on Sunday ended up great, except for the minor drawback of looking like a grandma trying to go back to her days as a swing dancer who put on her makeup in the dark. There was, however, the miracle of being able to get my hair to stick down because of a gel tsunami and the help of dancer/helper, whom I actually recognized from that new VH1 dating show. Afterward, I took the subway with the mama and got some Mama Buddha and about six new books to read for the summer. As for the high school graduation, Donovan Hohn's speech was great.
As for finals, my essays really did rock. I was going to use the dialogue between Lady Macbeth and Antigone for acting on Saturday because I didn't have anything else, but there ended up not being any time. Marcel was off getting married, so instead we had Adam trying to get people to "release their chi" in fold-up chairs. The only final I probably could have done better on was Geometry, but at least I still have a good full year grade.
Funkadelicness: I was looking through some stuff on my dad's computer, and I found these ridiculously insane nasal-voiced recordings I made of myself (with Dara's accompaniment) that I made about 5 years ago. They are so bizarre, especially since I'm hearing myself has a 10 year old, singing about a stapler. Well, not so much "singing" exactly. It's more just me rambling on a rhyming things, except for the rubber ducky song which is AWESOME. The stapler song goes: It's a stapler and it's on my desk/It's the stapler and it's on my desk. + handclaps. See, ridiculously weird.
This week I'll be away in Cambridge (the Massachusets one), and hopefully I'll see some of my cousin's friends who I like if I can survive the car ride there as my aunt tries to navigate the MapQuest directions that she yelled for. It's funny, one of my last posts before my uh, hiatus, was about Cambridge. Cambridge, Cambridge, Cambridge. Maybe I'll go to Newbury Comics again.
My next post WILL be better, that's a promise. Damn straight.
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