I borrowed this from Kristina's diary, who borrowed it from Kirk's away message. I like it. "I see the 'No Blood for Oil' stickers on gas-guzzling vehicles in my neighborhood but apparently, the hidden message is 'No American Blood for Oil'—the blood of the oppressed Iraqis is not a major source of concern."
Melody, Shannon, and I went fishing yesterday without fishing licenses. Yep, we're bad kids alright. Everything was going smoothly when some guy from the department of fish and game came up to us and wanted to see our fishing licenses. He tried to tell us we're not allowed to fish without a license, so we said "fish this!" and ran to Melody's car. We got in and sped away and he chased after us because apparantly you owe a fine when you're caught fishing without a license. To make a long story short, hardcore speeding impairs your ability to make sharp turns and Melody's car now resides in the Fox River and my dad had to bail me out of jail.
Whoever said fishing is boring obviously used a license.
Surely I jest; that didn't happen. No one found out we were fishing without fishing licenses because no one cares. It's not like there were any fish in the river anyway. Although at some time there must have been because we saw some floating dead fish. We caught a lot of seaweed, and Shannon and I caught beer cans. I felt a bite on my hook, and thinking it was the big one I started reeling in. There was much resistance; I pictured a big, strong, and possibly mutated (well it is the Fox River) fish on the end of the line, and decided that I would name it Hercules.
....well...I reeled in my catch and saw that it was in fact not a fish, but indeed a beer can. The reason there was so much resistance was because it was tangled in a seaweed mess. I decided to name it anyway, I named it Lee after my friend Lee who can drink like a fish.
Many pictures were taken, I'll try to make some room in my geocities account so I can share them with you all.
Today I was at Portillos and I ordered a hot dog and a small coke, and the guy charged me $1.91. It wasn't until I sat down and started eating that I realized it should have cost me about $2.80. Earlier Lauren gave Kristina and I free small chocalate coolers at Caribou. Rad.
Amberly's gone at college. We took her there on Friday so it's been....101.5 hours since I've last seen her. To be honest I don't miss her yet; it hasn't been long enough for it to seem like she's moved out rather than just not home for a couple days. I'm going to try to visit her at least once a month since it's only 40 miles (1-2.5 hours depending on traffic) away. Who's going to be the lucky person that will drive me down there until I get my license? Eh?
Amberly was basically the only person who used the upstairs hall bathroom in our house, her stuff was all over it, so when we got back from Trinity I scrubbed it down, cleaned all her leftover stuff out, and moved my stuff in. Now it's spik and span, for the time being. Upon seeing it yesterday, Shannon was amazed and tried to explain to Melody, "You don't understand! The counter was covered!" It's true, now the only things on the counter are my toothbrush, soap, and a cup; when the medicine cabinet door is opened nothing falls out; stuff isn't constantly falling off the shelves in the shower; there is a ton of room under the sink; and long hair isn't carpeting the tile floor. I'm quite pleased.
I submitted myself to join an Alaskan diaryring, now I have to wait and see if I'm approved. I'm thinking they won't let me join since I don't live in Alaska anymore, but I still consider it my home and I love to go up there and visit. I'm an Alaskan at heart people! It wasn't my choice to move, my dad got a new job! Oh well, we'll wait and see.
School starts a week from today (Megan decided to come to Westminster!), I suppose I should start on those AP essays. I believe I'm screwed. I can work on those in the mornings, and then have the rest of the days free so I can do as John commanded when he said, "live the living crap out of the rest of your summer." I'll do my best, John.