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Captain's Log: 2004.0909.05.04: Frothy and SlushyMy cheeks are sunburned and they sting. It looks like I went a bit blush happy. On Saturday I went to the Waterfront festival with some school chums even though a week earlier I made up some rather extravagant excuses so I wouldn't have to go with various other people. My mind works in mysterious ways. It may not work at all, perhaps. If those other people read this, which I doubt they will, you know I can be moody. The Waterfront doesn't quite get interesting until night and we got there at noon. That speaking for itself, we bought a pizza and lazed near the river. I stared at the gothic people that were gathered around the fountain and some obese middle-aged women crammed into spaghetti strap shirts. Yes, the latter was nauseating. *rubs temples* Be more accepting, Summerica. In their defense, it was a rather humid day. When I got home I found all the ice cubes in the house and made one gargantuan, six hundred calorie pop slushie. I also, unbeknownst to me at the time, mixed some medicines that I really wasn't supposed to mix, and sort of knocked myself out for twelve hours. Come on though, do you really think my purpose in life is to croak from an accidental overdose? Today I woke up a little hazy but otherwise fine. My family and I drove to Milwaukee to visit my aunt and go to the zoo. It's about an hour and a half drive so I listened to Moby and Alkaline Trio on the way there. I received many the strange look at the zoo because I was wearing jeans and a long sleeve shirt while it was eighty-something degrees and ridiculously humid. Just to add to it, my lips were blue from a blue-raspberry slushie. To answer your thoughts about the slushies, my throat is sore and they feel so wonderfully fine going down. While I have been to that particular zoo so many times I could create maps from memory I managed to get some pictures that will make you say aw. After leaving the zoo we traveled over to Lake Michigan and I pranced around aimlessly in the sand for a while. I also captured another stunning picture that overlooks the beach and an old broken down dock while still showing the line where horizon meets sky. I cannot wait for the film to develop. There weren't even any people dotting the sand to take away from its awesomeness. Go me and my luck. When it turned five we headed home and I listened to Enya and Loreena McKennit while sipping a Starbucks frappaccino. I have tomorrow off from school so I will be able to put the finishing touched on some of my site updates. Though before I go to the land of dreams, I leave you with this gift I received from Krissie.
They certainly give very strange names to diseases. Plato (427 BC - 347 BC) 09.27.04: Summer Is In The DoldrumsI am making myself update even though I have no idea what to say. Things have been going on but I am dreadfully bored. Something or another always turns up so I should stop complaining. Oh, someone at school tried to copy my hair cut and color, but did not pull it off. Weirder still, she has the exact same type of backpack one of my friends used last year. If it makes them happy, I suppose. On Friday everyone in the Honor's English course will be going to see "Merchant of Venice" at a nearby college. I have already seen several of Shakespeare's works live but at least it will get me out of school for a few hours. I am not thrilled that I will have to wear my uniform in the fall temperature but I have managed worse. My brother's friend gave him Diablo II so I am not sure how often I will have on the computer, at least until he gets tired of it. I have a few issues I need to work out in the meantime. On to the website updates. Starfish Asylum is thriving. If you have a website, go get it reviewed before I grow bitter towards you. There is also a new layout up for download. I detest life-insurance agents; they always argue that I shall some day die, which is not so. Stephen Leacock (1869 - 1944) All ramblings of Erica Feggestad 2000-2008 |
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