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Roadtrip, 'Cah' Included
1. Why is it that whenever I go on vacation people have weird accents? In the south they have Southern accents. Up in Cape Cod everyone had Boston accents. I must ponder.
2. The cottage got Comcast extended basic, which included Country Music Television - CMT. I am in love with it. I saw Gretchen Wilson's 'Redneck Woman' music video about six times. I call this the Hell Yeah song. She says Hell Yeah more than Redneck Woman. I am beefing up my CD collection with my country. Toby Keith and Gretchen Wilson.
3. I'm badgering my dad to teach me fighting. As in swinging punches fighting. I would hate to be one of those pussies who is all talk and no fight. Quote by Gretchen Wilson's song Homewrecker:
'/There's two ways we can do this/I'll let you decide/You can take it somewhere else/Or we can take it outside!/'
4. I went to Provincetown with Mel. I was only scared by one guy, and he was wearing hot pink lipstick and hot pink eye shadow. Um, creepy. Creeeeepy old trannsy guy.
5. I spent most of the week chasing through various stores look for Fruits Basket 2. I even went to Borders, and they were sold out. :( But I bought a book on raising Wiccan children called Circle Round, which is very good.
6. I am still pissed at WiLL for being such a jerk when we played tennis. My mother likes to bring him up constantly as she is now suddenly interested in what she calls 'my love life' even though I have not liked him for a good four to five months.
7. Neeeeeeed suuuuuuuuuuuuugar.
8. Actually, Twigz, Fruits Basket was a TV show for 27 episodes, all of which can be perchusaed (sp??????????) from Amazon.com on DVD. I need Fruits Basket 2. So bad. Did I mention that already? Hey Share Bear, correct me if I'm wrong - it's only three issues in English released now, right? And of course the fourteen or so volumes in Japanese. Argh, I am confused. Did anyone know Fruits Basket is on the bestseller list for TokyoPop? Yes, I am obsessed. And I ramble. Help me...!
9. I am newly addicted to the scent of lavender, and I miss the graveyard in Cape Cod. I tried to walk there alone and my mommy got mad at me and dragged me back, lecturing me on behaving like a two-year-old and I lectured her on letting me out of my cell once in a while. My mom and dad call my room my 'cell.' It is very comfortable and equipped well, but there are many days where I am not allowed outside. Usually I am not let out for three to five days, during which I become either depressed, bitchy or workaholic. By not let out, I don't mean not going to the mall. I mean not being allowed outside, out in the front yard or anything. Let alone for a nice walk. *sigh* There are time when I miss school, even - at least then I have about ten minutes of sunshine after school waiting for my mom to pick me up.
10. Somehow, I missed my cell. I am very glad to be back.
11. My mother wants me to scrapbook. Very badly. To the point where she is saying that she refuses to buy me any more books - but will pay me to scrapbook pictures. Anything I want, so long as I turn out a quota of at least two pages per week - with $10 wage. I can do up to four pages a week, and double my pay. I don't know where she gets this crap. But I understand what this means - at $20 a week, I will be quite well-funded indeed.
I think that's all I have to say. I might think of more later.
Ms. Cassandra M. Chant, signing off.
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