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You know, I'm glad my parents went to see The Dark Knight, and all, so I could actually use the computer, and wash my clothes and in general be happy they aren't here, in my way, being annoying.

But that also means I'm on the computer.

And there are tons of things that I don't like about the computer. Especially certain things. And knowing. And knowing about the knowing.

And I'm sure I'm confusing you right now, aren't I? I guess I'll call you, Caroline, because you dissappeared last night and I had a few more things to say before Courtney interrupted and then 'wasn't there' ("Hey, it's Courtney, I'm not here right now so leave a message"...lame). So I'll do that soon.

But really, all that's happened is seeing The Dark Knight, and you were there for that, so I don't have any news. Except maybe that if I see another Batman in the next couple of days I think I will be magically transported into Gotham City and be attacked by the Joker (in a dress...hehe) and die. Because it's pure torture, and that would be more pleasant.

Seriously.

And Val Kilmer is a terrible Batman, by the way. I never realized just how awful until now, when watching Batman Forever.

He's dreadful.

Off to do stuff (really, I'm lying to you. I don't ever do anything),
Heather

and I'm glad I never grew up on a mountain

Crickets.

Oh, how I hate them. I wish I could squash every last one of them but you can't find them--or anything, for that matter--in this blessed darkness.

Why did I ever let him convince me to go camping? Why? I don't care if he's my best friend, or if I used to like it when I was little. Camping is murder. Why would you want to sleep on the ground, only seperated from the cold, hard dirt by a microscopically thin layer of tarp? You might as well forget the tent all together, because it's not like it keeps the bugs out like it's supposed to. The best part of the miserable experience that is known as camping is looking at the stars, and the tent prevents it. So why not just throw it in the river and be done with it?

We've got sleeping bags. With holes in the ends so your feet are icicles in the morning. It doesn't matter that it's summer. This is the mountains, it's always winter. Except in the day, when it's the heat is nearly blistering. Or actually is, if your as prone to sunburn as my pale skin.

Why, oh why, did I ever go camping?

*------*------*------*

That started out as a complaint about the crickets last night and how they kept me up till the wee hours of the morn' but then it spurned and grew and evolved in my mind until it became a short story about camping. It's not finished yet, but when it is, I think I'm going to put it on Don't Fret, because I kind of like it and it's cynical tone. It came out of nowhere.

Honestly. I was just thinking about murdering crickets when this fell out of my brain. It was almost like JK's precious idea-dropping fairy wanted to be kind and spread the love to other people.

Of course, that can't be true, because such thing only exists in the mind of a snack-loving, Snape-stealing, dolphin-lover.

But that is really all I wanted to do, complain about crickets and talk about fairies. (They're so pretty).

Heather

to figure out how high the world could reach

it's already in my mind

You know, as much as I feel--no, as much as I know that your comment is coming and you're going to yell at me for withholding of information, I almost feel it necessary to say that I'm too distracted to read.

Or write, much less.

Distracted by multiple things. A few of them mentionable, a few not so much.

But I can tell you that being distracted is unpleasant, and 5 months later, I can empathize. I know I'm late...but who cares, right?

So I posted over at Don't Fret/Anger is Good, whatever you'd like to call it. And I was also wondering what you were going to do with the layout. I like the white background and the font, but then the title is boring. And I'm not that connected with the font.

Anyway, I'm just curious what you were going to do with it. I know you said you were messing around with the layout, but you never specified as to how.

And The Dark Knight comes out next week, sadly. So we'll have to find something else to go see tomorrow...that is, if my mom ever pays me.

That's really it, but I thought a new post was needed.

hating headaches, going to charge my mp3 player because it's just sitting there pathetically on my desk, not able to play music, and being distracted,
Heather

I'm in over my head inside

meme's anonymous

I'm a meme-a-holic. So sue me.

Rules
1. Choose a few of your own characters. Five at the most.
2. Make them answer the following questions

My Chosen few (I've divided them up among different works):
1. Sawyer
2. Lily
3. Lila
4. Caleb
5. Cali

How old are you?
Sawyer: 19
Lily: Likewise
Lila: Sixteen...unfortunately
Caleb: 16. And a half. Almost have my license. I only just need to pass the test. Then I'll have it!
Cali: 20

Any bad habits?
Sawyer: Nope, I'm golden
Lily: Stop lying. You have plenty of them. I live with you, remember?
Sawyer: Do not!
Cali: You so do. How about leaving the milk open on the counter? Or always losing your car keys? Or how about--?
Sawyer: Fine! I get it. *mumbles: you're just jealous*
Lila: I feel left out
Caleb: me too.
Sawyer: So what about y'all?
Lily: I come off too quiet.
Cali: too loud. forgetful
Lila: Some may say I'm a bit depressed. And have an attitude. I think I'm fine.
Caleb: I let other people get to me.
Sawyer: Okay, teary sappy moment over.

You a virgin?
Lila: Of course!
Caleb: yeah, me too. What about you guys?
Sawyer:...uh...
Cali: Nope. Neither are you, Sawyer. We all know that.
Lily: ...No...but just the once.
Caleb: None of you are? I'm such a child.
Lila: I'm not either!
Caleb: yeah? and?
Lila: *rolls eyes*

Have any kids?
Lila: obviously not! Hello, sixteen...virgin... no.
Caleb: Ditto.
Sawyer: God, I hope not.
Lily: No
Cali: No

Favourite food?
Sawyer: Burgers and brownie's from the diner.
Cali: oooh! The brownies there are delicious. They're so fudgy and warm.
Sawyer: I know! They just melt in your mouth. Plus, anything from the diner I love.
Lily: Of course you do. Especially since that was where--
Sawyer: Shh!
Cali: What? oh...never mind.
Lila: Mom's cheesecake.
Sawyer: Woah. Where'd she come from.
Lila: I've been here the whole time *rolls eyes once more*
Caleb: Do I get a say? I like Avalanches.
Lila: Those aren't food. They're drinks.
Caleb: They aren't liquid!
Lila: sort of.
Caleb: They're more of a solid-liquid-icy and yet filling beverage. If they're filling, and I can live off of them, they're food.
Lila: you can't live off of them.
Caleb: I can

Favourite ice cream flavor?
Caleb: Mint chocolate chip
Lila: Ew. I hate mint chocolate chip.
Sawyer: Me too.
Cali: What's with y'all? Mint chocolate chip is good.
Caleb: Thank you.
Lily: I like moose tracks.
Sawyer: The diner's butter pecan.
Lila: I hate nuts.
Caleb: do you hate everything?
Lila: No, I like cookies and cream. Duh.

Killed anyone?
Sawyer: You never know...
Cali: Shut up.
Caleb: What kind of question is that??
Lily: A dumb one. Unless, of course, you're the Killers and it can be taken as verbal irony.
Cali: Shut up. *shakes head*
Lila: I don't know...Sometimes I think so.

Hate anyone?
Cali: Yes.
Sawyer: Me? Never...
Lily: Doesn't everybody?
Lila: Yeah...
Caleb: Lila, are you okay? You seem kind of down? Need an Avalanche?
Lila: No. No more Avalanches. My brain is permanently frozen.

Any secrets?
Sawyer: Nope. I don't keep secrets.
Cali: Except from wonderful girls with dark brown hair and blue eyes.
Sawyer: Shut up. I feel like crap already.
Caleb: A few, like any normal teenager. Especially from my mom.
Lila: I've had plenty kept from me.
Sawyer: Someone's bitter.
Cali, Lily, and Caleb: Shut up!

Love anyone?
Cali: Yeah...*sigh*
Lily: Ugh.
Sawyer: I don't know.
Lila: Nope.
Caleb: *eyes Lila* Yeah...Me neither...

Ever slept in all day?
Sawyer: NEVER!
Cali: *snorts* Yeah...sure you haven't.
Sawyer: okay, whatever.
Lily: Nah. I can't sleep past nine
Lila: I've slept for days.
Caleb: Duh.

Favorite band or musician?
Lily: Oh! There's The Honorary Title, and the Killers, and Coldplay, and Aerosmith, and some of the Rolling Stones stuff.
Cali: I really like Kate Voegele and Taylor Swift. And some other stuff. Jack Johnson.
Lila: I love Kate Voegele. But mostly I don't listen to music. Not that often anymore.
Lily: And Stairwell Collapse. State Fair. Green Day, but doesn't everyone? Jimmy Eat World. The Wallflowers. The Eagles. Nirvana.
Caleb: Nirvana is awesome! I really like Good Charlotte. Some of The Maine. just random stuff. Panic!
Sawyer: You're a freak Lily. Honestly.
Lily: Whatever, you music-deprived child.
Sawyer: We're the same age!
Lily: I've got you by a few months, child.
Sawyer: Shut up.
Caleb: You guys say that a lot, don't you.

Eye Color/s?
Caleb: Blue
Lila: Blue
Lily: Blue
Cali: Sorry to break the pattern, but green. And couldn't y'all be more specific. What kind of blue?
Lila, Caleb, and Lily: Nope. Blue.
Sawyer: Brown-ish.

Rain, sunshine?
Cali: Sun.
Sawyer: Rain
Lily: Rain....or sun. I guess sun. It's better for reading.
Sawyer: You're lame.
Lily: I'm jokes. You're tragedies.
Sawyer: What?
Lily: *laughing* Nevermind.
Caleb: Sunlight. It's sparkly.
Lila: You're such a girl. Rain.

Pool, beach?
Lila: Pool.
Cali: Beach
Sawyer: Dits
Cali: What is that?
Sawyer: What's what?
Cali: That 'dits' thing? What is it?
Sawyer: Ditto. Duh.
Cali: You're retarded.
Sawyer: I'm offended!
Lily: I say pool. Less sand to get in my book or on my iPod.
Caleb: Neither. I hate water.

Camping, staying home?
Sawyer: Who the hell camps?
Lily: My father. Camping sucks.
Cali: Camping's not that bad...
Lila: Are you serious?
Cali: Okay, no. Indoors. With the plumbing.
Caleb: I feel left out. I like camping.

Dog, Cat?
Caleb: Dogs, for sure.
Lila: Dogs. I hate cats. Our neighbor had like twenty. ugh.
Cali: eh. Dogs, I guess. I don't dislike cats, though.
Lily: Cats are cool. But I'm more of a dog person.
Sawyer: Dogs. They're manly.
Cali: *rolls eyes*

Do you believe in aliens?
Sawyer: Duh!
Cali: No...that's ridiculous.
Sawyer: I'm not ridiculous.
Cali: I didn't say that.
Sawyer: You implied it, by saying believing in aliens was ridiculous.
Lila: But it is.
Caleb: I don't know. I think they might exist.
Lily: I figure they must. It's kind of inevitable, don't you think? We can't be the only ones in the entire universe.
Sawyer: See??

Car or ship?
Sawyer: Ship. Otherwise too much traffic.
Lila: Car
Lily: Ship, but must I call it that? Why not boat?
Cali: Boat. =)
Caleb: Car. I hate water.

Any unusual things about you?
Sawyer: I'm pure amazing.
Lily: Yeah right. I fight for nerds.
Caleb: What?
Lily: Nothing.
Cali: I don't know. Nothing special.
Lila: I'm double-jointed.

Favourite Place?
Lily: home. But not with my family home.
Sawyer: the diner
Cali: *sigh*
Lila: Home, likewise. But with my family. With my mom.
Caleb: You need an Avalanche, Lila?
Lila: NO! I already said no more!
Caleb: Okay, okay. My favorite place is anywhere on land. Except for that one place.
Sawyer: Way to be mysterious, man.
Caleb: Thanks. I think I perfect it.


Okay, so you guys want to do this now? That is, if you ever got down to the bottom. I've been writing this for over an hour and I deleted some of the questions.

Have at it, and become addicted as I have,
Heather

inlet sunset

tingling needle points tickle the soles of
my feet, as your attempts at skipping
rocks fail. They succeed, though in creating
pulsing rings that uspest the mirror,
in which a second sky, one smooth as
brass, and in constant movement resides.

The only way to catch the sunlight,
and hold it for hours, like in a fishing
net, is to summon up the clouds to do
your bidding. They look like the day's
last breath, hovering just above the trees,
clinging to the air like words do in winter.

I take a stone from your hand, bouncing
it from palm to palm, testing its weight.
Maybe I could hit the sun I say,
looking into your eyes. Try you say but
you'll have to move quick, only half is left.
I pull my arm back, hard, and throw

the gray pebble, it disappears, with no
business being in such an array of color,
on such a July day, when the air
smells of salt and something else.
It disappears and we never see where it
lands. There are no rings disturbing the sky.


Okay, so I'd like to know if you like it, but I want you to tear it to shreds. This is workshop, tell me what you hate, tell me what to change. This poem is crap, tell me why.

Heather

the world has its ways

I promise to be less depressing in all my posts, from now on.

Today, I'm going to talk about all the good things that have happened since Emily and I parted and went our separate ways in the traffic circle of the school.

So I convinced my mom to take me to Mellow Mushroom, and I've got to say, it did not fail to live up to it's reputation. It's without a doubt the coolest place I've ever been for pizza (I actually got a hoagie, but what does that matter?). And it turns out I wasn't leaving my gov. school friends forever because almost half of the guys part of music was there, along with some girls. Lukas and Julie and Eric were all there. There were quite a few drama girls. Brandon Loftus showed up about five minutes after Julie left. There were two visual arts girls whose names I can't remember, and that's just to name a few. I swear, half the academy population was there (why weren't y'all???????).

I kept a napkin and one of those paper menus that they give you so you can order takeout as souvenirs. It's really cool because on the back of the napkin it has a picture of a mushroom with a recycle sign in it and it says:

This napkin is made with:
Recycled Paper
Bleach-Free Process
Post-Consumer Grade Material
Printed with Soy Ink

So I thought that was awesome and good for the environment...but whatever, maybe I'm just a loser. *shrug*

And then as we left I pointed out all the places we went on our downtown trip to my mom (not that there were that many places) and told her about Mamie's giftcard present.

On the ride, I figured out that I can plug my mp3 player into her car and listen to it instead of the radio that goes in and out all the time or plays tacky commercials and bad music. So after a few hours I did that. Which was an improvement both to the radio and to my broken headphones.

Other than that and waiting in line at Walmart for forever (never, EVER go there in the summer), the rest of Saturday was uneventful.

But today was nice. I've read about three books since I've gotten home and haven't really gone outside, but this afternoon (at about 5 or 6) I went out on my stepbrother's boat and rode around for a while (having short hair is much of an improvement upon riding on the boat before, when my hair was down to my waist--which was the last time I'd ridden his boat). It felt awesome, especially when the sun started to go down. It was really pretty. I actually wrote a poem about it, but I left it in my mom's car and she's at the store right now, so the promised poem will have to be tomorrow. It may not even be that one. I don't know.

The only downer about going to the marina and sitting in the inlet was that a lot of people reminded me of Walker. One of my friends (more of a family friend, but he's only 18 or 19) has sunglasses that he, of course, wears on that string thing...I don't know the technical word for it, and he kept spinning it around like Walker does when we were talking. Actually, lots of people have their sunglasses like that, but he just reminded me of Homewrecka more because he's about his height and he's skinny. A lot more things down at the marina reminded me of him, because people down there fish and wear khakis and Boater's World shirts and belts with fish on them (mainly marlins).

And then I saw a girl that kind of sort of not really looked like Grace from far away. But that's stretching it.

But the water was beautiful, and since it was high tide I could dip my feet in the water real easily, and it felt good.

I love the inlet...except for the smell right after they get off a trip and people are unloading fish. Any other time the salty smell is nice...ish.

So it was a pretty good day.

Hope yours was too,
Heather

p.s. Caroline, I'm mad and angry about those infernal twins because they did come home on the 10th and it makes me mad at myself for thinking Zac lied that easily (even though he's capable of it) and at them for not saying anything and Dante ignoring my message asking when they were coming home (actually, everybody's messages) and sad that they haven't called or come over or anything. It's been a long time and I miss them. That makes me sad.

p.p.s. I like Noel and Angelo. I hate Jackson. Tommy is awesome, and unfortunately fictional, even in the fictional realm, and Hutch kind of creeps me out...not terribly, though.

to quiet us down comes the rain