I can’t wait for today to be over. Not for a “bad” reason, but because I can’t wait for tomorrow. And because every day that’s over means that my birthday is one day closer (August 11), but that’s a different story.
I can’t wait for camp at DLC; The King and I. Now, I have no former knowledge of the show whatsoever, so I posted on GKWC asked for a synopsis and I haven’t gotten one yet. But my GKWC buddies always pull through.
I just finished putting together my audition song, A Little Dental Music from Little Shop of Horrors. The only thing that keeps confusing me is the names of composters. Hang Mancini, Gordan Jankins, Constaladits, Andre Previn, Brandi and Taisre. It’s very confusing. But not to worry; it’ll work out.
There are only two things that I’m worried about. Amanda and Kelly. Amanda is on the waiting list to get in and nobody knows if anybody has dropped out and she’s gotten in yet. But we hope she has gotten in! And our dear Kelly….she won’t be able to counsel this year! She’s got to be all smart and take summer classes. We still love ya.
So I think I’m going to go to bed and just hope I sleep through into tomorrow! Nighty night.
My cookie dough says that they are lonely without all their little sushis. All their little sushis are busy. But there is one eel sushi who is always free. One eel sushi always says, “Cookie dough is uber fun! Hanging out would be sweet.” What does cookie dough do? “Ew… I don’t wanna hang out with eel sushi-who-is-not-my-sushi. IGNORE!!!” And then eel sushi’s heart is broken, because cookie dough does not realize how a little soy sauce could go a long way for eel sushi, but eel sushi would prefer wasabi from cookie dough. And cookie dough will never know how eel sushi yearns for wasabi. Oh, God, WASABI!!!!! AACK. Poor little eel sushi, the suhsi says, but self pity is not good for soy sauce. Self pity makes sushis run away. But what does it matter? Eel sushi is the only sushi left on the plate. All the other sushis have gone and eel sushi is all alone. Who will be there to catch the pieces of a broken heart? Who will be there to make eel sushi laugh? Eel sushi wishes cookie dough, but cookie dough wishes for something else. Stupid wasabi.
Hahahaha Sammy, you’re kRaYzEe aWeSoMe!
Oh no. Lock the comments. Close the SayBox. Break out the .htaccess IP blocker. The emo army is coming, commanded by the one and only Courtney and Hillary.
I mean come on. If the best that Courtney and Hillary can do is make idle threats of “were guna kik ur ass” and send all their emo “friends” after my site to comment spam, then they got pretty weak idea of how vengful they are.
All though I’ve already explained this several times, I will explain once again why their little emo army thing sucks. The main reason is that I have full, total 100% control of my blog. Sure, they can send their little crap friends to post comment spam, but I have my forces. I have comment moderation enabled, which means that all comments must go through me before they’re actually visible. I also have comment blacklist enabled, which searches comments for certain things and if they show up then the comments area automatically nuked by WordPress. Same with the SayBox, I can nuke anything I want, or save it as evidence. Plus, I have .htaccess blocking enabled. If you wanna come and whine and complain, I can check server stats and block your IP from the whole server, including other blogs I host.
And with the phsycal threats- they’re garbage. Plain garbage. You can threaten to “kick my ass” but you never will. No matter how much you’ve “changed,” niether of them will ever hurt me. They don’t have the strength or stamia to handle me. And I mean it. And if for some reason they still decide to “attack” me, I am not afraid to fight back. Now, I won’t sink to their level and ‘kick their asses,’ but I can always defend myself. And have either of them ever heard of the Guidance office? Suspension? Expulsion? I’m not very worried about being hurt by them.
The only thing I’m afraid for is Chelsea. She’s caught in the middle and thinks it’s her job to mediate. We’ve tried to make up, but Courtney is too stubborn that people may think something else about her if she is actually nice for a change. That shows something about her personality, doesn’t it?
Well Courtney’s back at this little hissy baby flame war business. I mean seriously people, who cares if somebody has an opinion? Just because Courtney doesn’t like the message that my last post was sending doesn’t mean that it’s bad. It’s a free country; I have freedom of speech and I can post whatever I want on my blog.
But what bugs me the most is that she’s making all of these stupid threats and trying to scare me by posting my blog URL on her Xanga and telling her new emo “friends” to come and annoy me. Just like I commented on her entry, I have total control of everything on this site and, based on stats I recieve and data left from other things, I can easily blacklist anybody with my .htaccess.
She keeps saying that she’s going to “hurt me” and make me sorry that I “messed with her”. I mean seriously what’s up with that? I don’t care what happened in the past. Niether should she. By telling me to “get over myself,” she’s sending an even clearer message that she’s caught up in the past and wants to get back at me for whatever reason. If she seriously decides to mess with me I will have no problem getting her off of me. Same with Hillary.
They can post whatever they want to think about me on their Xangas, but nobody cares except their new “friends.” They’re staining the blogosphere with their crap.
So, basically what I’m trying to say is: Courtney, get over it. You screwed up in the past and you and Hillary are trying to take it out on me for whatever reason and psyc me out by saying that I don’t have any friends who will back me and I’m alone in the world. B.S. I have tons of friends who will always have my back no matter what happens. Sending people to spam my blog up will do nothing to me because it’s not that hard to mass delete. Stop taking all of your insecurities out on me. I have friends and I know who I am.
One thing that’s really starting to bug me is people forming online egos and meeting people because they don’t have any friends in real life.
Now, I have made plenty of my friends online. They’re nice people, and I stay safe. But the people (person) I’m talking about like give themselves these huge egos, pretend to be someone they’re not, classify themselves as something they’re not, and pretend to be all cool.
If you’re going to ruin your life, why try to be something you’re not and just act like everything’s okay? It’s just not right.
And then having your new friends leave comments, but then make them leave like 6 for each entry just so you can boast that you have dozens of people leave comments on your site? It’s just garbage. Nobody cares if three people you don’t even know very well each leave 5 comments on every entry you post. That’s nothing to post and boast about. Boast and post. I like it!
But back to the point. It’s just plain annoying. Especially for people trying to do damage control. And it’s stupid. I can’t believe that I’m typing this….why am I trying to save somebody I hate from becoming somebody they’re not? I’m not even sure of that yet…
Well I’ve made a bold decision: I’ve turned off my blog stats. Rebecca Blood has inspired me to stop worrying about how many people visit my blog or how many comments people leave because frankly, it doesn’t matter. She said that blogs are created and maintaned mainly for the pleasure of the author, and that is so true. I don’t care how many people visit my blog. Eventually, though, my traffic may pick up and if it doesn’t, too bad for me!
And I’ve decided to reveal my secret early: I’M BLONDE!!!!! Yeah, it’s true! I used Sun-In and now I’m turning blonder every minute that I’m out in the sun! I look awesome! :)
duh duh duh, duh duh *siren* (I love that song).
I have a secret! And none of you will get to know what it is until I get back!
Today my aunt’s boyfriend, Mike, took me out on the WaveRunner for the first time in like my left and it was awesome.
I swear, the feeling that I got made me feeling that I was flying. Cruising Lake Wawasee and Johnson’s Bay made me feel as though I was on top of the world. It was so cool because there were times when we were just calmly sailing along, but then we would catch the wake from another boat and we actualy would be flying. It was very neat.
At times, though, it was kinda scary because we were flying everywhere and I was about to tbe jolted from the WaveRunner, or I’d be almost hanging off and I’d have to pull myself back up and try not to kill myself. Also, the strap on the seat I was holding on to was fastened down very securely but sometimes I would get scared that it was going to rip and I was going to fall into the motor and get chopped up and die. Luckily I did not.
I can’t wait until I can drive the WaveRunner on my own…
Well I’ve offically become a lake/beach bum. I’ve only showered once since we left the AmeriSuites on Saturday and I’ve only brushed my teeth like twice. It’s all cool though; swimming in the lake kinda makes up for the shower and it’s not like anybody’s gonna be examing my teeth and if they are, screw them.
Well my Amazon package came yesterday with three uber awesome things. My new camera card came and it can hold 274 pictures! Hella awesome. I’ve taken like 60 in 36 hours.
I also got the Weblog Hanbook by Rebecca Blood. She’s an awesome writer and I learned so much from reading her book. I read it in like 6 hours and I’m gonna order the other book of hers, We’ve got Blog and read it.
And the last thing that came as a complimentary thing was this DVD from Mercury that’s like this little mini-series thing called Meet the Lucky Ones. It is GREAT! At first it looked really retarded, but it’s really insightful. I love it. I watched the whole thing this morning.
And one last thing; there are these ugly retarded stupid squalls that happen every other day. Every day around 3 PM it starts getting all nasty and ugly and dark and cloudy. Some days it rains and pours and some days it just gets cloudy and nasty. I hate it. We have to all get off the water when these things move in.
I can’t wait to get home! Then I can upload all….90 (so far) of my pictures. Yee-hah…