Don't you wish you were British?

Mood: Very, very tired.
Listening to: Jodee Messina

Posted Thursday, August 18, 2005

-yawn- Stretch my limbs out. Seems like it's been ages since I last blogged. It was b4 my trip to Washington D. C. and reunion, wasn't it? (That's in backwards order, of course. The events occured vice-versa.) Back at the beginning of August. Well...The trip's over. It was definitely fun, b/c we got to stay in this beautifully furnished apartment along the Potomac River, and there was a lot that I got to do for the first time. Visit the National Air & Space Museum. Souvenirs bought: two cherry trees that we're on clearance for $5.99, if you can believe it, and pretty postcards for myself. Next stop: The Freer Gallery of Art. Souvenirs bought: A lot of postcards depicting art that only  cost me 19 cents a pop. Awesum deal! Erm...I feel that I bought sumpin' else, but I can't remember. The next day we visited the Library of Congress, where both my lil sister and I expected to be dazzled by the array of books that we were allowed to look at. Unfortunately, most of the books are behind closed doors; Registered Readers are the only ones allowed past. And you have to be 18 to be old enough to become a registered reader. So instead of being gobsmacked by the Library's books, we were gratified by the gift shop, which had a bunch of expensive books (one of which I bought. It's called Manglo-Saxon and it's a British man's interpretation of the English language if everything was what it looked like. Like a limpet being a limp pet. It's okay; way overpriced, neways,), and tons of book-lover things. Being a bookworm, I definitely liked it. And our last day in D. C. was spent at the National Museum of Natural History, and I got a picture of the Hope Diamond! Unfortunately, I don't have a scanner, or a digital camera, so you'll just have to bear not being able to see my sure-to-be-crappy picture. Whatevs!

School has started again. I can actually keep track of the days again. My classes are interesting...Very interesting. I'll go into more detail later. Right now I'm still kinda in shock that summer's over and everything. And of course, I have a lot of gossip to dish, even tho it's only the second day of school. Being a sophomore is weird. That's the only word for it. Insanely weird.

Cheers! StarrGurl

Mood: Thoughtful
Listening to: Kenny Chesney, "Keg in the Closet"

Posted August 2, 2005

Man, y'all stay busy on Blogigo! I'm happy that I'm at least partially in this tight-knit society. I know I'm never on, and I don't really approve of having online friendships with ppl I don't know (it's a crazy parent thing. I used to chat online a ton, when my Mom asked me to stop. If she had told me to stop, I wouldn't have, but she asked, so I'm trying to abide to her wishes). BUT...I mean, as long as it just sticks with comments and stuff, I don't see how it could do all that much harm. No one on here knows where I live, do you? You could read through my old entries and see the city, but not my address. My high school's name is in here, as well as my first name, and the first names of all my friends. But unless you're brilliant, or you know me outside of Blogigo, then hopefully I can just stick with having this blog. And as I said, I like being on the edges of the "society." (You all remind me of my neighbors. They're all super-close, like their parents knew their neighbor's parents and so on. I'm never home, so I don't know them very well. But at least I can drop in a friendly word every once in a while.) BUT...next to the want of privacy, I've been called "stand-offish". Mum called me that last night. I've thot of myself like that b4, and I hate every bit of it. I don't want to be the wallflower, shy girl who is freakishly bitter against the world and never says a word about it. (Lol, the reason I'm saying this is b/c I used to be like that! Years ago.) I want to be friendly, open, loved by my friends and family. But...my family is convinced I'm quiet. They catch me on all the wrong moments, really. I'm either asleep, reading, or I'm hyper. Not my shining moments, really. You'd expect that if their my family, they see all the time, when I'm in a better sort of mood. No such luck. My family and I don't see eye-to-eye on too many things. Like humor. I like witty humor, and just all sorts, but they're into different stuff. And since I'm quiet, it's tuff to figure out if I'm laffing or choking. Hmph. I don't like it, but I don't know how to just drop the shy demeanor for a better one.

I'll be gone for a while, starting Thursday. Heading up to an unknown place in Pennsylvania for family reunion. Ppl I don't even know! The Corals. Apparently, my Mom's mom had a father who had a whole bunch of kids, and from that lineage came the Corals. I'm a Shelden. Not really related to these crazy ppl. Really, I might be, and I wouldn't care. I have a really closed mind on this situation. I mean--imagined if you were hurled into a reunion where you know absolutely nobody! It just doesn't feel right. So then, after that, we're heading to Washington, D. C., to stay with my possibly-homosexual 80-year-old uncle. Yay. I'll be with my grandmum. She wants to go touring around the city, but she's so freakin' neurotic...I dunno. I can say one thing with mucho confidence. It'll be interesting.

Cheers! StarrGurl