| "It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, Oh won't you be mine" school is here. My shoulders have been wilting. But it's a whole new chapter that's opening now. Hopefully it'll be beautiful. |
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| Hello lovelies. I just returned from a fabulous time at the Westmaas' cottage, but unfortunately my back is so sunburned that it's giving me a stomachache. I'm glad to have a few days off from band to recharge my batteries.
I really just want to go to the beach and build a giant sandcastle. And the thought of going back to school makes me anxious.
  
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| Band Camp was lovely and amazing, and I've sufficiently spewed to my family everything that happened: elevators, meeting my "boyfriend", mentos and diet coke, singing, playing poker, eating cafeteria food, dancing to Shakira, loving the hott band music... Now I have a tummy ache from drinking coffee for the first time in a week, but my mom and I talked about me possibly getting a job somewhere, so that would make me happy, and maybe I'll sell some bracelets at this store in Eastown.
Next big thing = seeing Snakes On a Plane. I swear I was meant to be in this movie...
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| Cats = Amazing
toned arms = Pride
bellydancing = Joy
life = Love |
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hmm... CATS 
Yes, I'm home alone for a few days while the family is up in fabulous Boyne City with the grandparents and Aunt Susie, Uncle Bob, Ted and Mark(the cousins). I was feeling too kittylicious to go along and so I'm here watching some great TV (lovley Laura came over to watch Take Home Chef and What Not To Wear on TLC, and eat yogurt and granola).
Then it's Cats with Mike and Thomas, and me wearing the gorgeous blue Cinderella shoes I found at Salvation Army for $2.
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The prince leans to the girl in scarlet heels,
Her green eyes slant, hair flaring in a fan
Of silver as the rondo slows; now reels
Begin on tilted violins to span
The whole revolving tall glass palace hall
Where guests slide gliding into light like wine;
Rose candles flicker on the lilac wall
Reflecting in a million flagons' shine,
And glided couples all in whirling trance
Follow holiday revel begun long since,
Until near twelve the strange girl all at once
Guilt-stricken halts, pales, clings to the prince
As amid the hectic music and cocktail talk
She hears the caustic ticking of the clock.
Sylvia Plath
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