Just When You Thought It Wasn't Possible...

To become a human tomato, here I am to prove you wrong. Yep, I'm a tomato. Or, "I'm like a lobster". Clever similies and metaphors right there. Well, maybe not so clever.

Okay, so it's the first official day of not having school and I'm sitting here writing a blog post. I hope this isn't reflective of the rest of my summer... Not that I don't love you guys and all. I also have to mow the lawn today. Dad said I should be careful, it's already been crashed into our swingset by Alex. Why Dad let him mow I have no idea. I was very upset until Dad said he wasn't getting paid. Then all was well in the world.



Okay, back to why I'm a human tomato. Well, Hailee and I decided to go kayaking to the point to look at the carp. Where we go Alex goes, so he tagged along. I had put sunscreen on my face prior to this, when I decided that I was going to tan on our porch. Yes, I do actually lay out there sometimes. Not often, that's for sure. Well, to be honest, I didn't even think about using sunscreen. The water was cold, that was my rational. Anyways, we got to the point and the carp were being carp and splashing us because we were interuppting their mating. It was great fun actually, I love running the carp over while they're in the middle of procreating. It makes me feel powerful, like God or something... No, I didn't just say that. Anyways, Hailee then had the bright idea to go to the bridge. We were certain it was just around the other side of the point. Suffice to say, it wasn't. We continued on though, the arm muscles weren't even sore yet. Key word: yet. We eventually kayaked down to the next point. We still hadn't seen the bridge, but we were confident it wasn't too far away. Haha, yeah. So, we started kayaking to what looked like a bridge and were oh-so-thankful to see that it was. So we parked our kayaks on the beach and ran to the water underneath it. This is going to be hard to explain, so create an image in your mind. Okay, it's like this little stream coming from a reservior. There are carp in it, and the water is like 10 inches deep. Yeah, the carp weren't even fully submerged. There was a pretty strong current flowing down to the lake, but the carp wanted to be upstream. So they were being salmon and going against it. Nothing can be salmon except salmon, so it wasn't working that great. Anyways, we hopped in the stream, played with the salmon, walked upstream. Swam a little in the reservior and decided to go back, because Zoey was coming and we didn't want her to be pissed. This was at like 3:00. We got back to the cabin at 4 and Zoey had been spending an hour with my mom. Zoey, if you see this, I'm sorry! But in total we went 6 miles in 4 hours. Without sunscreen... Okay, picture time!

Snarky

Google that shit.

Jeez.

So I guess we're all posting reflection posts now. There's really not that much to reflect on, when you think about it. I really am kinda sad that school is over, no matter how many times I say I'm not. You just pull this page up and rub it in my face. I really don't know what I'm going to do this summer. I'm sure it just seems like a big, empty, vast space now, and when it's taking place it'll fly by. Things always go faster when you're having fun. Which is what I will be doing this summer. At the Lake and Spat Camp. Does it bother you guys when I talk about the lake? I'm guessing it does. Most of you have been there though, and the few that haven't are going to have been by the time summer ends! Well, the big things I'm doing this summer include (in no particular order except closest to farthest from right this second):

Lake tomorrow, well, today actually
Panic! At The Disco Concert on May 31, in Council Bluffs, Iowa
Laking it up every weekend
4th Of July Week -- INITIATION!
Spat Camp
Lake

And that's about it. I hope you all have more things to do than I do. It's a really quite pathetic list.

Okay, I don't know how I'm going to survive not seeing you guys. That might be the hardest thing about summer. Once we go to school for 2/3 of the year it becomes a habit to walk with you guys between classes or before or after school, or even eat lunch. It's going to be especially hard to adjust to that this summer, and frankly, I have no idea why. Randomly when I'm eating lunch alone I'm just going to start having conversations with you guys. Yeah, it'll be so fucked up and crazy, but I'll do it to keep myself sane. (Conversations with yourself = sane). I don't know. Maybe I've just grown more mature, or maybe less. With our conversations, who knows. The fact that I don't know what to do with my life may be making summer seem so much larger, too. After this I only have 3 years to decide what the hell I want to do when I get older.

Oh my God, this is such a girly post. Like, all indepth and analytic and stuff. Things I'm not really known for. Well, I'm extremely tired, but oh-so-hyper becuase of test grades. Yeah, that's right, I got a 100% on my acc alg II test. I'm going to keep saying that until one of you hits me. I'm just that proud of it. I had a B in that class. Yeah, a B is good, but sometimes I don't think you guys understand that it's just not acceptable for me. Those of you who get B's, I swear I don't love you any less. It's just kind of a big deal for me, to prove that I can do something. Some of us can sing. Some of us can play the guitar like nobody's business. Some of us are naturally hilarious and awkward and could do it professionally. Some of us are so fashion-savy that you could pull anything off. Some of us are the short, blonde friend. I'm really none of that, I'm the one that get's straight A's. I think I'd like to be known for that. It seems like it has some lasting value, but I probably only think that because I want it to. The rest of you that got straight A's, good job, one year down, three to go!
GOD. DAMN. IT. I AM GOING TO BE ONE OF THOSE SENIORS WHO HAS NEVER GOTTEN A B. I WILL DO IT, AND I WILL DO WHATEVER NECESSARY TO ACHIEVE MY GOAL.

I feel like such a moron and a sap for posting all this reflective stuff, but sometimes it's just good to get it out. Sometimes I feel like I can't rant about things that include my parents and grades because I get attacked if I do. Whatever. I'm not trying to single anyone out or anything, it's just nice to be the one to get the best grade. And that's fucked up and so dumb and juvenile and retard-ish, but it's comforting.

I guess I just want to thank you all for making my first year of High School amazing. Really, it was. I love HS. Many people hate school. I really don't. In fact, I'm sad it's over. But, as Melly said, we're only underclassmen now! I love you guys, and I hope that we can get together enough in the summer to not lose the inside jokes or comfortableness (totally not a word) that I've gained with you.

Even as I sit here at 12:27, I keep forgetting that we don't have school. Even as I write my post about not-having school I forget that I don't have any homework to do. It's gonna be kinda sad not seeing all the people I did at Lincoln, the ones who I don't know and just like to look at. If you know who I'm talking about, you better not say a single fucking word about this person. -POINTED STARE- Heh... well, I need to shower, my hair isn't going to clean itself.

Summer better be fucking awesome.

Yup, I'm a Member of the Church Now... No, I Don't Know How I Did It Either

Yup, that sums it up. I'm now a member of our congregation. I don't want to put what church, cause there are Jesus haters and serial killers out there. Not to mention sex offenders. Don't even ask how many surround me.

You really want to know? Okay, 58. Yup, so when I disappear one day, and all of my clothes are at home. ALL OF THEM. You'll know where I am. Well, I hope I'm wearing clothes when I get attacked, so maybe a t-shirt and a pair of shorts will be gone... And whatever else I choose to wear on that fateful day... Jeez, I might have to start locking my windows and jamming a chair under my door handle now.

You are correct in wondering why someone would want to steal me. Especially a sex offender. Well, I've heard they like slacker children who have a B in Acc. Alg. II and don't do their Acc. English project until mere hours before it's due. That's just something I've heard though. Could be true, or it could be blasphemy.

Well... I've discovered a new song that puts all the other ones to shame. It's dirty and raunchy, but it's amazing.
It is a cover of "Baby I Got Your Money" originally by Ol' Dirty Bastard, but now SAY ANYTHING!!!

Lyrics~

Ohhh baby
I dedicate this to all the pretty girls
All the pretty girls
It's on
All the pretty girls, in the world
And the ugly girls too
Cause to me your pretty anyways baby
You give me your number, I call you up
You act like your pussy don't interrupt
I don't have no problem with you fucking me
But I have a little problem with you not fucking me
Baby you know I'll take care of you
Cause you say you got my baby, and I know it ain't true
Is it a good thing? No its bad bitch
For good or worse, makes you switch
So I walk on over with my Cristal
Bitches, nword put away your pistols
Bemis won't be having it in this house
Cause bitch I'll cripple your style
Now that you heard my calm voice
You couldn't get another nword, hoochie won't get moist
If you wana look good and not be bummy, girl you better give me that money
Hey, dirty, baby I got your money
Don't your worry, I said hey.
Baby I got your money[x2]
Yo! So I glanced at the girls, girls glanced at me
I whispered in their ear, "Wanna be with me?"
You wana look pretty though, in my video
Ol' Bemis on the hat and I let you all know
Just dance! If you caught up in the holy ghost trance
If you stop! I'll put the killer ants in your pants
I'm the M-A-B as you can see
FBI, don't you be watching me
I don't want no problems cause I put you down
In the ground where you cannot be found
I'm just Bem dog trying to make sum money
So give me my streaks and give me my honey
Radio, yes all day, everyday
Recognize I'm a fool and you love me!
None of you nmph better look at me funny
Nmph you know my name now give me my money
Sing it, sing it girls! Sing it right now!
Yo, if Bemis want his money
Just give him his money
That's how I like girl
Sexy, sexy, sexy
Sexy, sexy, sexy
Sexy, sexy, sexy
Sexy, sexy, sexy
Yo, yo!
Nword playing in the club like this all night
Bitches put your ass out let me hold it tight
You looking at my wrist saying "it's so nice"
The price bitch is diamonds shining disco light
You better help me solve my problem
Or I'll get this money and rob them
Lucky dig when I won the lotto
Ran up on my car for carrying (ryllos?)
You can call me Bemis, and then lift up your skirt
And you want this Bemis, god made Bem and Bem will bust your ass
Stop annoying me, yeah! I play my music loud
t takes the bastard ol' Bemis, to move the crowd
They say he had his balls in his mouth
Sysco taught me that back in the house
But give me my money!
Hey, dirty, baby I got your money
Don't your worry, I said hey.
Baby I got your money[x2]


Jeez. Max Bemis does the best voices, and this song is no joke. It's sick. Yup, ghetto slang right there. Rubbing off already. Is it a problem that I walk around singing "you can call me Bemis and then lift up your skirt" in my head? I think it is. Alex and I were singing this on the car ride to Confirmation. Nothing to get you in the spirit like dirty songs. Then we broke out in Hollaback Boy. Yes, he knows that. I know, I worry for him too...

Well, you can have a picture for your reading efforts I guess... This is me in my dress, please don't laugh, english is making my extremely fragile right now. I apologize for looking pregnant in this, the wind was blowing it. Funny story, by the way. Okay, so we had to go get formal pictures, and as I was walking in, the wind totally blew my dress up. Think Marilyn Monroe? I kid you not. Thankfully Alli and Connor didn't seem to notice. It would have been bad. Terrible... Well, that's all for now, you may get back to your lives.