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Sunday, August 25

i got back from long beach, washington last night. it's a small town, with a bunch of small towns around it that no one's really ever heard about. there's one high school, in ilwaco, that has 7-12 grade in it. everyone knows everyone else down there. my cousin lives down there. she's the same age as me and one of the most interesting people i know. the only people more interesting than her are her friends. because the area is so small, i guess age difference doesn't matter too much to them. so most of her friends are juniors and seniors in high school. and because elaina's just like me, most of her friends are guys. the only difference is her friends are a lot more involved in her life. my friends, i suspect, only do things with me because i live in the neighborhood. her's come over all the time, talk to her all the time, and are always with her. of course, it will probably be the same way with me when my friends can drive, but since it's not right now, i say she's got the better life. so of course i'm always wanting to go down and visit her. lucky for me, whenever someone new comes into town, everyone tends to love them. i don't have to worry about impressing anyone while i'm down there. i just show up, and i'm loved. and if that isn't the best feeling in the world, then i don't know what is.

i try not to bore everyone with a minute-to-minute update of everything i've done in my life. because i know that when people obsess over everything, it drives everyone else insane. so i'll save the details for stephanie, who, bless her soul, actually listens, or at least pretends to, when i have something i want to obsess over. but every time i go down to elaina's, i come back preaching that i've just had the best experience of my life. it's never true. but they're always experiences that i will never forget. this summer has been pretty busy for me, and i've honestly loved it. i didn't get to do the things i was planning and expecting to do this summer. it didn't turn out like i thought it would. it wasn't the experience i was expecting. but i've loved it all the same. elaina's, however, was exactly what i was hoping it would be. just running around town all day with whoever shows up, and not having anyone telling us what to do. it was great. i just have to wonder, why is it that i never have a camera with me during these events that will stick with me for the rest of my life?

Saturday, August 17

"Uh.... you're a psycho. Not now. In about five years, you're going to be a complete psycho."

i know, isn't it great? i just about fell over laughing when i read this. let me explain. during a random fit of absolute boredom, i decided to put up a personals ad on the internet, through my favorite site for laughs, the onion. of course you have to be 18+ to put up an ad, so really everyone thinks i'm 19. i already met someone really cool, told him how old i really am, and he seems pretty okay w/ it. but anyways, that (above) was a message someone sent me. a 37 year old someone, to be precise. ahh, it's just great! he thinks i'll be psycho when i hit 24, when actually it won't even be legal for me to consume alchohol by the time i'm ready to sign into the nut house. i love it!

oh yeah, and if you want to take the time to check out my ad, which i personally think is pretty damn cool, go to personals.theonion.com . my nickname to search for is jgdragonfly. i don't know if you'll have to make an account to see it or not, though.

Tuesday, August 13

I love
Football on TV
Shots of Gena Lee
Playing with my friends
And Twins
I love
Burritos at 4 am
Parties that never end
Dogs that love cats
And Twins
And I love you too
(Here's to Love Songs!)

yes! i am truly the best! i finally found the lyrics to the classic beer commercial. y'know, the one by coors. i've been searching for the words for so long now... and i finally found them! seriously, it's one of those things that just gets ya in the mood to party. i feel so sorry for those that have never seen it before *coughcolecough*

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