Hey Guys! So I know I haven't been on here in ages, don't expect that to change. But I had an idea to incorporate live journal into another website, meaning I could build a fully functional blog without any kind of administration. So the rest of this blog will just be testing that. Ta ta!

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These last couple weeks have been... amazing - horrible - wonderful - interesting - nerve-wracking - scary - tough - productive - relieving... I don't even know what it's been. I've had periods of time with conflicting emotions before, but I don't think I've ever gone through such an emotional roller coaster in my life. In some ways, I hope it's over, and things can get back to normal. In others, I pray this ride is just beginning.

http://www.community-newspapers.com/archives/lgwt/20061108/style1.shtml

It's possible I'm bragging. But you know what? I don't care right now. :P

WOOOOO! FUCKING WOO!

Today. Has. Been. Fantastic. Beyond. All. Reasonable. Fantasticness.

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Yesterday, I got a call during math, which went to message. And when the lunch bell rings, Elizabeth and I walk down to the Venue for lunch. At some point while standing around with Elizabeth, Andrew (who's a really bad kid, by the way), Guy, and Chris L, I remembered the call, and went outside to hear the message. And you'll never guess who it was. Go ahead, guess.

Nope, that's not it.

It was the Los Gatos Weekly Times; somehow or another they found out about me, my website, and how I build websites professionally, and wanted to do a story on me! They bumped me up by a week, since some story fell through, so they needed to meet me immediately, so today at lunch I met this reporter, Jennifer, and she interviewed me for almost an hour. Apparently, it'll be in next weeks Times! How cool is that?

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I couldn't meet with the Times after school, since the first Congress tourney of the year was today, at Kehillah High School. I was a Presiding Officer (runs the round) for one of the houses, and Albert was in the senate. Poor guy; senate sucks.

Anyways, there were ten people in my round, which turned out to be a HUGE planning mistake on the organizer's part; thirty minutes into the first round (90 min long) no one wanted to give a speech. Some prodding on my part got everyone to speak, but it was ICKY. Nevertheless, since so few people wanted to speak, I got a chance to give two speeches, despite being the PO. Then second round, a girl who'd never done it before was PO (though she certainly did a better job then I did my first time) and I got to give another two speeches.

The second round ends, and the other PO and I go outside as the house votes on who got best PO; and I won! Even better, the judges go tally their scores, and about forty minutes later come back, and say I placed first in my house, as well!!!!

I've won best PO at Nat Quals, and the competition for first wasn't very strong at this tourney, but still! 1st place and Best PO, at one tournament!

*does the happy dance!*

I've kinda known both of these things already, but I'm making them official:

1. I have really good* parents.

2. Andrew is a bad influence.

_{*Note I didn't say cool. I think my parent's are that, as well, but I'm differentiating between good and cool right now.}

My local server running off my USB drive is working again. If that doesn't make any sense to you, that's alright. Just know that I am happy, and I can finally work again. (wait, do those two things go together?)

Ooh, and I'm splitting a bid with someone to coronation. And school's almost over!

Now the Sailor Scouts have to kill Sailor Pluto.

( MEME STEAL! )

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( And now for something completely different )

I feel overwhelmingly silly for taking a week to upload this. Nevertheless, now you know what happened at every second of every day that I was there.

Or something.

SEE????? I TOLD YOU I'D GET AROUND TO IT EVENTUALLY!

Friday night (the 18th) Jordan came over after dinner, and we spent several hours talking about Christianity, it's take on being gay, sins in general, God's forgiveness, and the like. It was one of the more interesting evenings I've had in a while.

Early Saturday a stretch Limo pulled up out front (get this; the company was out of normal town cars, so they sent a stretch, at the price of a town car XD) and drove us to San Francisco Airport. Flight was incident-less, we landed, ate a hot dog, got the rent-a-car, and drove off.

Maui Marriott Ocean Club is in Kaanapali (sp) on the west coast of Maui; in the midst of a strip of resorts and apartment complexes between Lahaina and Black Rock. Saturday we pretty much just hung out, swam in the pool, yada yada.

On Sunday, I persuaded Jordan that he needed to try SCUBA diving (for those of you who don't know, I'm a certified diver). He was up for it, and the hotel provides pool instruction and beach dives for people who aren't certified. Over the the week, we managed to go on two dives, which was about six fewer that I had hoped for, but nevertheless, Jordan loved them, which is grand, because now I have another convert. :D

We spent a lot of time just chilling at the hotel, which was nice; pool, beach, ocean, lounge, pool, etc. Wednesday was my parents 20th anniversary, so Jordan and I went shopping; I got mom some silver earrings, and Jordan got her a matching necklace. It was a a lot harder to find something for dad, but eventually we found this cool store that sold all sorts of gadgets made of bone, and knives, and a very sailor atmosphere. Found a really nice Mammoth ivory surrounded bordered with cherry wood money clip.

Obviously lots more happened, but *shrug* not much of interest to write down. Instead, I'll just give you a nice link: http://www.digitalgemstones.com/gallery/. These are all the cool/good/interesting pictures I took over the trip, I think 76 in total. I'll upload the good ones to dA soon. If anyone wants a bigger image (Briana and Frances already have desktops :D) I'll send it to you.




Quote of the moment: "[10:05 PM] Andrew: is he pregnant?"

I will talk about Hawaii, I promise!

Just not now...

Sparknotes has the amazing ability to remove every last drop of interest from a book. And then make it sound boring as hell. Here's the problem. With the exception of procrastinators, the people who read sparknotes are the people who don't like reading. Then they read the Spark/Cliffnotes and think 'damn, that's a boring book.' Further inspiring them to not read. I haven't read Catcher in the Rye, because I'm a bad person, but the Sparknotes version makes it sound worse than Travels with Charlie. Presumably, it's a good book ~ at least someone thought so ~ but bleh.

So, I'm bored at the moment, CD's and parents are at the pool, and Jordan's reading. I really should be working ~ that's why I brought the comp in the first place ~ but instead I'm doing this silly meme.

Hawaii update once I get back home!

1. Put numbers in the boxes instead of x's (example: 1, 2, 3, 4, ...)
2. Repost as "I have lived through ____ of these 157 things."

( I have lived through 86 of these 157 things. )

Oh yes. SOAP. It was epic. Beyond belief. Quite predictable, and quite cliche, but awesome nonetheless.

And the atmosphere in the audience was probably half the movie. When Sammy Jackson first showed up, everyone cheered. Every time he did anything awesome, everyone cheered. And of course when he said the 'Mother****** snakes on this mother******* Plane!' line, EVERYONE applauded, cheered, and celebrated.

Like I said, it was pretty predictable, lots of horror movie gimmicks (not that it was really a horror film, mostly because of the audience); the first people to get bit were the slutty slut sluts having sex in the bathroom, and the like.

Oooh, and Keenan is in it!! YES!

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And now, after watching a movie about hundreds of deadly snakes on a big aluminum can hurtling over the pacific, I get to do the same thing!

Um... hopefully without the snakes and the death and the pain and stuff...

And I hear a dull, but loud, thud, like a big acorn landed on the top of the windshield. I get home, and look on the roof, and BAM. Big, goopy, mass of Egg. Someone near Jack in the Box egged my Dad's Mercedes convertible!

Shit.

Anyways, since my last update, there's been a whole lot of random, and awesome stuff, which I don't really feel like writing about. Too much thinking. Had dinner and went bowling with the British kids today, they leave tomorrow.

Family, plus Jordan, will be leaving for Hawaii on Saturday morning, my camera's back from Canon, so there will be much picturing, especially underwater picturing.

And Briana's leaving tomorrow! Makes me sad, it does... :(

( ------ I'm a thief ------ )

How sad is it that I woke up this morning, and the first thing that came to mind was 'hey, they're releasing dA v5 today!'?

Ok, I'm at Cancerland now, and we're having our semi-annual clearance sale; everything's 50% off. And I'm going through the electronics section, and sitting on the top of a pile of stuff is, get this, an Automatic Cigarette Lighter!

The American Cancer Society was trying to cell a Cigratette Lighter.

Woo!

It wouldn't surprise me if absolutely everyone who reads this already knows about 'The Awesome Incident' at Cancerland, but hey, I'll type it up anyways. On Saturday I went to Cancerland as usual, did my work in the back, and eventually found my way out front with Frances. We gossiped randomly for a bit; I mocked her girlyness, and discovered that she's a time traveling criminal wanted in something like ten different centuries. Now how awesome is that?

Anyways, eventually our discussion turned to the adjective 'Awesome'. Apparently, when Frances hears this, she absolutely cringes inside, the verbal form of fingernails on a chalkboard. (on a completely unrelated note, how many of you have actually heard fingernails on a chalkboard? I can imagine what it sounds like, but I've never actually heard it...). So I spent the better part of an hour calling her awesome, and trying to persuade her that it really is a compliment, and has no direct relation to guys drinking beer. To no avail, it seems. Despite the fact that we asked Raymond (who has a girlfriend) if he would call her awesome. He said yes, and even said he would do so. I'll have to find out if he did. That would be, well, awesome.

I also find it somewhat humorous that, for whatever it's worth, Frances is the first girl I ever said 'I love you' to - even if it was in jest.

Immediately after Cancerland, my family went to a BBQ party one of my dad's friends was holding. He has a French girl (friend of the family) staying with him, and wanted to introduce her to some of the locals, so I had to go. Dad said I could bring a friend, so I called up just about everyone I know, and, for whatever reason, 5:00pm on Saturday is the time everyone seems to turn off their phones. The only person I reached was Briana, who was busy. So, I went by myself, expecting (and having my mom's permission) to slip out at some point and watch movies with Briana and Co. But when we got there, it turned out Dad had somewhat miscommunicated what was going on, and there was only one other family (and one other teen) there, besides us and the hosts. Not really going to slip out of that one unnoticed, am I?

The other teen was a girl who goes to Harker (and I just realised I didn't even bring up the tutu. How depressing); I couldn't remember which of Elizabeth's friends I know who go there, but she was going into her Junior year anyways, so she probably wouldn't know them. Eh. Anyways, the three of us (French Girl, Harker Girl, and myself) spent a couple hours sitting around doing nothing, kinda chit-chatting, lots of awkward silences, and lots of ranting about Harker and APs. If nothing else, it managed to rejuvenate my love of LGHS a bit; her description (which I realise is probably a tad bias) was of a bunch of stuck up kids who consider anyone who doesn't take five APs and drive at least a Mercedes a lesser being. And Harker kids are apparently completely bloodthirsty, they'll do ABSOLUTELY anything, including betray and lie to 'friends' to get into a good college. (oh, and 'good' starts at Harvard, and goes up...).

My dad and Harker Girl's dad started watching Star Wars III on the big screen TV and everyone was making fun of them, 'boys with their toys', 'midlife-crisis', 'growing down' and other random such nonsense was being thrown around. Eventually everyone left, and we headed home.

Because I was expecting to leave early, I had driven myself, so I was driving home, with dad and mom in dad's car behind me, along Route 9. I'm in the right hand lane (of two) when a guy in a minivan (looked similar to Briana's) makes a left from the median into my side. But instead of pulling into the left hand lane (which would almost make sense) he swings across that lane, RIGHT in front of me. I braked, honked, and thankfully Dad was able to slow down enough not to crash into me.

I was a bit upset, but I just slowed down and let him get farther ahead of me, no big deal, right? I get home in one piece, and as soon as I get out of the car, Dad starts ranting about the crazy driver. I mean, he was seriously pissed. It's interesting, he'll get really upset at the slightest thing (and bigger things, too) whereas I take more prodding that you can probably imagine to really get worked up.

Sunday evening Chris, Theo, Jordan, Michael B and I met up at the Outhouse to play a game of Risk. After about two hours, I'd pretty much won, and we stopped. But throughout the game we'd been talking about changing the rules to make things more interesting, so afterwards we went into the computer room and started drawing up a new set or rules. After two hours or so, we had created what is currently (and temporarily) called Capital Risk. It's a bit to complicated to explain here, but if you check out its Website you can see the basic idea of the game, as well as the development forum. Oh, and if you want, join it. That would be snazzy.

So, at around 10 we finished with the alpha version of the rules, and started a new game to give it a whirl. It's SOOO much better than regular Risk; there's more strategy, more possibilities, more everything. And it's only going to get better. That said, it seems to be longer than the original Risk. We finished (when I turned on Jordan and eliminated him) at 5.

Five in the Morning.

I gave everyone a ride home (we moved the game to my house around one) and the sun was coming up. I got home and went to sleep around 5:30, and Mom woke up less than half an hour later. It was epic, but I suspect it's broken my internal clock.

Nothing significant happened Monday/Tuesday, but today we met up again at the Outhouse to play some more. We got there at 2:30, and the game ran until Seven-ish. I went home, had dinner, and we met up again at 9. The original plan was for us (Chris, Jordan, Sean, and myself) to go for a walk and play D&D - Ha! In your face, people-who-won't-let-me-join-your-group! :P - but Christine and Sean were interested in trying the new version of Risk, so we set up another game. I'm not particularly inclined to discuss that one again, but eventually I went home, and I've been on LJ since.

I've had a minor obsession with the Titanic for years now. Any idea why? Anyways, there's a Titanic exhibit/display in San Francisco through September that's supposed to be quite interesting. Frances said she'd like to go, and Chris said he might (Jordan cringed at the mere mention of Titanic, it was funny). Can I kidnap anyone else? Oh, and I refuse, on principle, to use Caltran. Just in case you were wondering.

I believe I've passed the age of consciousness and righteous rage
I found that just surviving was a noble fight.
I once believed in causes too,
I had my pointless point of view,
And life went on no matter who was wrong or right.

Math Class Is Over!!! It's been six weeks of full on math, and in theory I've just passed Algebra II Acc. Tuesday was supposed to be the last exam (of three, separate from the final) but West Valley had a power outage, so we ended up not having to take it. Wed we spent about an hour re-covering everything we'd learned for the final on Thursday ~ there wasn't even going to be an absolute value graph on the test. How depressing... Anyways, Thursday, last day of class, he let people show up early if the thought they'd need extra time, or if they just wanted to be done early, so when I showed up spot on at 6, I was the last person there. Despite that, I was the third person done. I got stuck on two log problems (stupid properties of logs...) but other than that, I wouldn't be surprised if I didn't get full credit.

I've known about Facebook for several months now, but never even visited the website. Then the other day, in a random fit of inspiration, I tried to create an account. But alas, Facebook requires either an invitation or a school email address to register. And no one was online (I think inspiration struck at something like two AM). Eventually I was online, and Elizabeth was online, and I asked her if she had an account, and she did, so she invited me, and so now, as horrifying as it sounds, I have a Facebook! http://hs.facebook.com/r.php?invid=1045260104&key=15a76a7c3f&a=1

My camera (Canon Powershot S1 IS) has been developing a nice layer of dust on the CCD (digital replacement for film, for those who don't know) and the image quality's been deteriorating. So we sent it back to Canon to see if they would clean (or even replace. that would be cool) the CCD under warranty. So I don't have my camera, it's quite depressing. But I do still have my camera phone, and Facebook has an cameraphone upload system, so all is not lost. Just most of it. Better get it back before the 18th...

Today - Ok, yesterday - we (being Briana, Andrew, and Sam) went to the Gilroy Garlic Festival. I discovered that Sam is a master PunMeister, no doubt only outmatched by the great Will himself. Briana and Andrew had been before, but Sam and I hadn't, and it was... interesting.

The whole thing is a fundraiser for unnamed charities, and it's so friggin' massive, they have more than 4000 volunteers. That's not a typo. 4000. There must be a couple hundred tents set up, primarily for artisan booths, but lots and lots of garlic-based food and merchandise as well. It was quite a fun trek, plus, I had the odd experience of trying Garlic Ice Cream...

From there we went back to Andrew's house, and Mike came over, and we played Taboo for a while, until Andrew and Mike decided they'd been 'Burnenated' enough... at which point Andrew put on a show called 'Clone High', where all sorts of celebrities throughout history have been cloned, and now they're growing up together. If nothing else, the creators deserve credit for an original plot. It follows Abe Lincoln, who's a rather dweebish personality, along with his friends Joan of Arc (who has a crush on Abe, but he's clueless), and Gandhi, who is absolutely popularity-obsessed. JFK is the Asshole Jock, and Cleopatra is the Hot Girl, who Abe has a crush on. The whole thing is insanely funny, so long as you don't mind naughty Gandhi.

Both Garlicing and Tabooing we invited Elizabeth (plus bowling earlier) and now three time's she's been 'Busy' with 'other friends'. I'm beginning to suspect she doesn't really love us. It's all just an act to trick us... ;)

When I got home, around 6, a guy from Planet Magpie (tech company) came out with a couple of wireless repeaters that he configured and set up throughout the house; so in theory, our entire house has a strong wireless signal now. For the first time since we've lived here, I have a good signal in my room. Woo! This inspired me (more inspiration? I just might be trying to kill myself) to go through my laptop - which is my dad's crappy old laptop - and disable just about every single feature of WinXP, so that now it's running basically an overstuffed version of Windows 2000 - but you could almost call it fast! Woo. The guy from Planet Magpie also showed me something really, really nifty. http://www.sandisk.com/Products/Default.aspx?CatID=1168
This is a USB microdrive. Nothing really special about that, right? $200 for 4gigs, ok... But what it has that makes it so cool, is you can set it up to hold modified executable (.exe) files on it, so that programs can run straight off of it, without having to install them or anything. Your programs, on any computer you want. Now that's snazzy.

I decided to go ahead and get the Sponsored account (or whatever they're calling it this week). The only thing I've really utilized yet is the UserPics, but now I've got a whole bunch more. Almost all of them are Sinfest snippets, featuring Pooch. In case you didn't know, I'm madly in love with pooch. He's awesome beyond belief.

EDIT 12:24PM: I forgot to mention this last night (this is what you get for writing a journal at two in the morning) but here goes: Presumably most people reading this know Will Kapp, or at least know who he is; but in case you don't, Will is, almost definitely, the closest thing we have to a 'jock' at our school. He plays more sports that I can think of, including a varsity quarterback at the start of the year. I think we've known each other since fourth or fifth grade, but either way, some time now. We've always been on good terms, but nothing buddy-buddy, you know what I mean? In any case, we haven't had any classes together lately, so I haven't really talked to him in a while. Despite that, he's seen me twice this summer, once showing my aunt the high school, and last night, walking to the car after dinner, and he's gotten my attention to say Hi! and we exchanged greetings, you know that kind of conversation. I really think that's cool for a couple of reasons. First, personally, it's always nice for people to go out of there way to be friendly. I would understand (and by and large expect) people who I know from class to not do more than acknowledge me in passing, a little head nod, or whatever. I've always been pretty self-confident (excluding random paranoia that has no meaning) but it's nice for people to back that up.

Then also, on a broader social scale, it's really interesting that Will (and other people) are like that. Despite the fact that Will is a jock to the umpteenth degree, and despite the fact that I'm a debater, geeky kinda guy, we're 'friends' to some extent or another. This is one of the reasons why I love LGHS so much; we really do not have segregated groups. The stereotypical high school has very hard-set groups. You've got the Jocks, who all sit at a table, shunning everyone but the cheerleaders, who also shun everyone else away from their table. There's the Motor Heads, and the Metal Heads, the Band Geeks and the Nerds, and plenty more. And there isn't interaction between these groups beyond keeping each other out, and especially for the Jocks, keeping everyone else down. Yet at LG there is just about none of that. Jocks are friends with band kids, nerds hang out with metal heads, dorks are friends with debaters, and on and on (but no one really likes the cheerleaders XD). There aren't really even the groups that I described; sure, people who listen to metal hang out with other people who listen to metal, but they don't really create their own groups, and they certainly don't segregate themselves from everyone else.

I don't know about you, but I find that to be really, really cool.

So I said Johnny whatcha doing tonight?
He looked at me with a face full of fright
And I said, how bout a revolution?

I think it's interesting just how much respect people lose with me when I realise they smoke. I try not to let it show, and I think I'm successful in that, since they don't seem to detect any change in attitude, but I seriously doubt I could ever respect someone who smokes.

Several people in my math class smoke, like one woman who always asks me for help before the teacher. (I think I've told you about her already, right?) Anyways, I realised a few weeks ago that she smokes, and ever since, I haven't had the slightest interest to talk to her. I'll still help her if she asks, but that's the extent of it.

Better example, there's a kid/guy in the class who is, as far as I can tell, very good at math. And while I get all the quizzes and tests done before him (and everyone else, for that matter) I wouldn't be surprised if he gets better grades on them. I discovered that he smokes the other day, and now, I couldn't care less if he's a thousand times smarter than me, I'm better than him in every sense of the word.

It's somewhat interesting that I feel so strongly about smoking. Sure, I work for the ACS, but I've never known anyone (close) who's died of lung cancer, or even had any problems with smoking. The only person I know of in my family who smoke(ed) is my Grandfather, and as far as I know, he hasn't had any problems related to it. I have no idea where my feelings come from, certainly not D.A.R.E., I doubt they managed to persuade much of anyone, let alone me. My parents don't smoke, and I'm sure they wouldn't be happy, to say the least, if I did, but they've never been Gung-Ho about it, I'm not sure if it's ever even come up in a serious discussion; it's just been a given that I wouldn't smoke.

Or drink, for that matter, I've known for ages that I wouldn't have any alcohol until I was 21, if that. I know too many people to really not respect high schoolers who drink, but they certainly don't gain any standing from it. I'd say that's really more of the fact that when people under 21 drink, you can safely assume they abuse it, whereas most people who drink it legally drink in moderation.

Again, no reason for me to be so disdainful of drinkers, the illegal part of it doesn't really bother me, I don't know anyone who's an alcoholic, I don't know anyone who's died from a drunk driver, or anything like that. Yet, as Elizabeth, Briana, and Juhi learned the other day, I would be happy to see every person who gets a DUI lose their license for good.

I think possibly, it has to do with the kind of person who smokes, or drinks a lot, or, worst of all, drinks and drives, more than the actual habit itself. No, scratch that. That's true for the drinking, but the smoking, or drinking and driving, that's something more, something that I can really only call despicable.

Hey, if you smoke, or drink, that's your prerogative, I hope I haven't offended anyone who reads this and does either of those things (note that I didn't mention drunk drivers ~ if anyone who's ever gotten a DUI reads this, I hope you know just how absolutely horrible you are) but that's how I feel, and if you care about what I think of you, I'd suggest dropping the habit, or at least not letting me know about it, because I'm not gonna change my mind.

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Edit - 7/26/06: The ads at the bottom of the page are all links to Quitting Smoking and such. XD

I am burned. It is pain. I cry now.

Actually, I'm not too badly burned, just enough that it's not enjoyable to turn my head.

On Sunday, I woke up at 7 in the morning (curse you Briana) to get ready to go to the beach with a bunch of people, Briana, Elizabeth, Jeremy, Juhi, Mike, Andrew, and Shoshana. Elizabeth and I went with Jeremy and his dad, and spent much of the ride over the mountains trying to remember what Synthetic Division was called.

We got to the beach, and Jeremy's dad went off to work, so the three of us set up temporary camp to wait for the others to show up. I started digging a hole, and then so did the other two, and we started trying to make a tunnel. Eventually Jeremy took over my tunnel, and Elizabeth was reaching so deep that it looked very much like she was going to fall it. In fact, her face was in the sand, so when she came up, she had a thin layer of sand on her chin and cheeks, and it looked like she had a beard. It was fantastical funny. (Elizabeth, you should grow a beard. It would be cool :P)

Briana and Juhi eventually show up, but they drive right past us, so Jeremy runs along the beach after them. We call them and tell them to turn around, but Jeremy keeps on running, and doesn't hear us. He just kept on going down the beach into the fog until he was out of sight.

After everyone was reunited, we trekked to the BBQ area and set up there. Mike, Andrew, and Shoshana showed up, and we cooked hot dogs and chicken and ate lots of junk food.

We went down to the beach around midday and Elizabeth, Briana, Shoshana, and myself went down to the water ~ I jumped in head first, and the four of us proceed to boogie-board for the better part of an hour, intermittently trying to pull in Andrew, and Juhi, and anyone else who came near. Eventually we just got too cold, so we went back to the beach where we sat around, and slept, and put ice on people, and other equally silly things.

Then we buried Andrew, and then Shoshana, and tried to pour water on her, but the sand swallowed it all up, despite our valiant efforts. (Most of my pics are of the burying)

Eventually the four of us went back into the water for more boogie-ing, and I proceeded to get injured several times by the board. Around 4 we headed back in, and everyone was ready to go by that point, so we showered, changed, and Mike and co. left. Jeremy's dad was nowhere to be found, so we waited for him. Eventually we left too, and proceed to go North on Rt. 1, when apparently, to go north, you're supposed to go south... we eventually figured it out, got on the highway, and got home.

Everyone + Francis came over to my house, and several people played scrabble, and we watched a portion of a really stupid Chevy Chase movie ~ we killed it after a while ~ and ate chinese food. There was talk that Mike and Francis are dating - or should be. Then around nine everyone left, and that was the end of that.

LINKY: http://www.digitalgemstones.com/beach/ ~ And don't tell me how the're composed horribly. I don't care. Besides, maybe the beach was at a 20degree slant :P

EDIT: Since I created the subdirectory /beach/ on Tuesday, it's been visited 60 times. That's kinda awesome...

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It's kinda funny what song was playing when I finished writing this, (I Don't Want To Be Alone), because I was debating whether or not to say how I get remotely depressed every time people leave, especially Elizabeth, Briana, and Mike. Since that's the song, I thought I'd put it up.