*waves* back from break and twice as lazy! :P
didn't write over break because i rarely do anything interesting enough to talk about over break. i did write about my swag, of course, but thats really the only exciting thing. i've been lazy for the last couple days since school started to write again too. bad me, no?
i wrote one interesting thing over the break though:
i, my fine feathered, furred and slightly smooth looking friends, have figured out utopia and how we are to get to it.
its so simple, its stupid.
when i was younger, well, not too much younger, it only stopped happening a couple years ago, my family use to take me camping. it was the usual idea of camping that i think people come up with. it wasn't a park where we got a spot with our tent and survived for a weekend without any kind of real tecknology. we had a tent actually, but me and my sister ruined it in our backyard ((where, incidently, was the only time it would be used)). we camped in trailers. nice ones. expensive ones. ones with softer-then-you'd-expect beds and stoves and electical outlets.
we camped in family camp grounds. ever since i could read, i would hand my head out the window of our trunk ((since, only our trunk could pull our trailers)) and read the signs these camp grounds had. "familys only". i'd always looked at my slightly red-faced sister ((who was always sitting up straight in her seat to peer out at the scenery around us)), my black haired and slightly balding dad and my almost-too-old-looking mom and thought "we surely must be exactly what they mean."
in these camp grounds there seemed to be a hundred kids the same age as me ((or, pretty close to the same age)). there was always thirty kids wanting to play baseball or fifty waiting for the lifeguard to open up the pool.
it seemed like there was a hundred trailers too. all of different makes, colours and decorations. some had craved wooden padios and little wind birds in a batch of flowers. some people who had their trailers there all year long had little garden sheds. other people who weren't so perminate ((like us, just passing through)) had little name tags and lights. at night it was almost like the christmas season with all the lights on.
i grew up around these camp grounds.
they are utopia.
no one ever went hungry in the camp grounds. there were stores with penny candy for kids to buy and groucerys for parents. you always had that kind neighbour that was willing to give you a hotdog if you were hungry and polite enough.
everyone was kind in the camp grounds. polite. once i took a turn too fast on the grovel road around a turn and did some horrible scuffing on my legs. i sat around the dirt for a moment with my legs tangled around my bike when a elderly lady came out of her nicely decorated trailer too see if i was alright. she helped me up and gave me some bandages.
there was no real crime. it was kinda like the horror stories we told over camp fires with our overly burned marshmellows and undercooks hotdogs. crime didn't exist around the camp grounds. nothing bad ever happened in the campgrounds.
the thing about utopia is that you can't stay long. even though the camp grounds were nice for a couple weeks ((at the most)), you got tired of seeing your friends leave for the outside world. eventually, you had to venture out into that world too because there was always things to me done.
but, they were utopia.
utopia is easy to get too if you have forty bucks and a tent and a weekend to find it.
at least, thats what i figured out.
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i also started an online comic: and i walk. its shiny and cool! :)
ummmm, can you tell i'm just trying to blow time while i have nothing to do at school? started a new blurty journal, cause i got bored:  gender
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amused
took pictures of all my new stuff with my brand new baby, my digital camera. mid completely and utterly |AMP|hearts; her digital camera. i even got a spiffy as hell carrying case. the case is leather *purrs* and cushioned. perfect for the paranoid owner. my baby is resting in the case now, but i plan to have fun with it later ((here lynn lynn lynn)).
i also got my other baby, my ps2. black and sexy baby. i didn't think they would indulge me this much ((considering that i'm getting a discmen as well soon for some odd reason)) and get it for me along with the digital camera. but, you should have heard me squeel and coo over it when i unwrapped it. no ones gonna hurt my babies.
my aunt and uncle have the oddest ideas sometimes for gifts for me and my sister. they gave us these neat paper lantern things this year. of course, we don't have the kit needed to have a lightbulb in that won't set the paper on fire. but they're neat none the less. i really like mine and plan on painting it. might have to figure out a way to scam some paint though ;)
my sister being and ass and not looking towards the camera. i'm making a wallpaper out of this one because it looks so funny. :] she hates having her picture taken and i love taking pictures.
my grammie and grampie and our dog. they had christmas dinner with us. now we have enough turkey for the next three weeks. mmmm, turkey. i was told to take this one, but lost the larger size of it. ;_; 
pissed off
cold
giggly
indescribable
devious
bored
