almost jumping

I was baby sitting tonight and the girl I'm babysitting said the cutest thing:
Her: "Can I kiss your owie?"
Me: "No, look at it, its really yuckie, you don't want to put your mouth on that!"
Her: "Oh, Ok."
Me: "If you want you can blow it a kiss."
Her: "No! That doesn't work, its not a real kiss."
Me: "Oh yeah, who told you that isn't a real kiss?
Her: "It just isn't."
Me: "How do you know that?"
Her: "Well, I just know everything."

I got my stitches out today, and my knee looks nasty. This girl's little sister actually told me "Your owie makes me sick." I hear ya, it kinda makes me sick too, I'm ready for it to be gone.

lots to say, lots of pictures to post, not enough time. So I give you this:

1) read Freakonomics by Steven Levitt, your mind will be blown.
2) listen to The Owls Go by Architecture in Helsinki
3) go in your car, speed down a road, listen to the "Make that Money" song from A Night at the Roxbury, dance like crazy, and say PRIIIIIMMMMEE.

I have a lot to learn this summer, I hope I have enough time to learn it all.

what a shitload of excitement at graduation. The stories are long and exciting. I can't begin to explain everything. But heres how it all ended: me in the emergency room with a huge gaping hoe in my knee. I took an ambulance away from my "safe and sane" graduation party. I ran into the wall in a go-kart. And then one of my friends rammed into me from the back. I had to be strapped to a backboard and taken to the hospital in an ambulance. They gave me a bazillion x rays to see if i had any bone damaged and then stiched up my knee. I was there for about four hours. I'm going to have a nasty scar and my collar bone is bruised up from where the seatbelt held me back, but honestly I could have been so much worse injured, I'm really lucky. I'll talk about the rest of graduation later. Now I must go watch France kick Korea's ass in soccer.

Tomorrow is my LAST DAY OF HIGH SCHOOL. FOR MY WHOLE LIFE.

Fuck, I'm growing up.


I went to my best friend's graduation last night, it went from 7pm-11pm (what a bitch...) but it was amazing, each kid in the class went up in front of the audience and a teacher talked about each person seperately (there were like 80 people...) and there were all sorts of performances- dancing, singing, bands playing, movies. It was so touching and I was so proud of her. My turn next.

Tuesday was our senior skip day. I spent the day sleeping, eating subs, reading 1984 and Cat's Cradle, and watching MTV in my friend's basement. Monday night was pretty glorious. Tons of seniors, beaches, bonfires, and more pot than I have ever seen in one place (my school IS on a little hippie island...). I finally learned what it means to ghostride the whip, and I talked to my ex-best friend for the first time in 6 months. I still think he's an asshole, but he's redeemed himself a tiny bit. After days like yesterday, its really frustrating to be back in school. I want to be on the beach.

You know what I love now?


Gomez
Nada Surf
Neutral Milk Hotel
the Starlight Mints
Lily Allen
Lady Soveriegn
John Vanderslice


Today I scraped my head on a bottle of alcohol when I was bending down, it made my forehead bleed.

Jai tres envie d'etre a chicago.

My dad's birthday was today and I bought him the new Flaming Lips CD. So is it bad to buy someone a gift if you really want it for yourself and you know you'll use it just as much as him?? Probably. I also got myself the new Starlight Mints CD. I deserve new music, what with all the stress of the end of the year.

Last night I was at this terribly long assembly. We sat glued in chairs for four hours as we were given scholarships, I came away with $2,000. So I suppose it is worth it, right? I didn't get home until 11:30, I got to bed after 12 and then I had to wake up several hours later to go back on the ferry to school. In English class I fell asleep for about 20 minutes, curled on the floor in a ball. I'm such a struggler.

Everyone needs to read Cat's Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. Please please please do it for me!

(My friends and I have also finally realized that we share the unhealthy habit of stalking european boys. But who can blame us, honestly?)