I had sure missed the Chasing Amy girl.

This summer I went to the woods. I learned that trees get their food from the roots through the bark. Cut off the bark, and the tree could die.

(Wow. I don't know how I still remember that commercial. Or why.)

Well, lookee at the date on this entry, kids. 2 September. What does that mean? It means that THE SUMMER OF SUCK IS OFFICIALLY OVER. I wish I could throw a party. Maybe I'll incorporate it into my cookout at Hoo's.

I just came back from the drive-in. YAY! I love the drive-in. And it was PACKED. I think this is the last weekend it's open. The Others was good, but not as scary as I was hoping. And Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back was, of course, hysterical. I really /was/ like one continuous gay joke, though. But I have to say that 'Good Will Hunting II: Hunting Season' would be a hysterical movie. APPLESAUCE!

I should be asleep. I have to get up obnoxiously early to go to 8:00 Mass with the grandparents. I drank too much soda at the drive-in, though. Wired Jude. At least I know I'll get a lot of good thinking in!

Question of the day: What is your favorite movie food? Mine, hands down, is swedish fish. I am totally addicted to them.

I want to be cool like Julie, so I am going to leave you with a pseudo Top 10 List.

Books that I like:
(in no particular order)
1. On the Road, Jack Kerouac
2. Angels and Visitations, Neil Gaiman
3. Bridge to Terabithia, Katherine Patterson
4. The Basketball Diaries and Forced Entries, Jim Carroll
5. The Boys From Brazil, Ira Levin
6. Fight Club, Chuck Palahniuk
7. The entire Harry Potter series, J. K. Rowling
8. Catcher in the Rye, J. D. Salinger
9. To Kill a Mockingbird, Harper Lee
10. Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit, Jeanette Winterson
11. Uncle Shelby's ABZ Book, Shel Silverstein
12. Gerald's Game, Stephen King
13. Go Ask Alice, Anonymous
14. The Princess Bride, William Goldman
15. One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, Ken Kesey
16. Equus, Peter Schaffer
17. Flowers for Algernon, (I forget the author)
18. Are You There, God? It's Me, Margaret, Judy Blume
19. The Outsiders, S. E. Hinton

I should stop now. Besides, that's enough of the books I've read too many times to count.

1-2-3-4-5 Senses Working O-ver-time

I got up way too early. I actually woke up before the alarm, at 6:45. Ugh, since I fell asleep around 2:30. But I should be used to this. :) I went to church and it didn't even get struck by lightning or anything. Score! It was funny - I still know the Mass by heart, and they played songs that I still remembered the words to. Wacky!

So I went to breakfast with dad and the grandparents, and then Laurie and Donna came to pick me up and we went to see my Mom. That went well. We took the sailboat out. I haven't sailed in years and years. I think I have a pink, sunburned face. Whee! How un-goth. There was no wind, though. Then we went out to dinner and John (Mom's husband) paid - double score! I have shrimp and scallops. Mmmmm, east coast. Mmmmm.

Laurie and Donna left after dinner and I stayed with Mom for a bit. We walked the dogs (two beagles, so cute) and I took the more active dog and ran with him for about a mile until I was totally exhausted. It was nice to run. I felt in shape and happy with myself. Yay!

On the ride home, Mom and I got to talking about same-sex marriages. I let her know that Laurie and Donna are a couple (she had no idea - DUH mom), and I guess that got it started. It shows how little my mom knows about me (or chooses to ignore). Le sigh. Oh well, we can't win them all. Not right away, anyway. I will keep battling.

I miss my pretty princess and my karate smurf and my jodie very very much. And my kitties! I want to rub my face in soft kitty fur and love all over them. Meow.

In less than a week I will be in NY! This is so amazingly cool. I am trying so very hard to think only of the good things and not how devastated I will be to leave when my trip is over. I'm not even there yet and I'm thinking about leaving! Ugh.

Alright, I think I'm going to harass my dad for watching a Johnny Depp movie now. Tomorrow is Chris's cookout, though Dad has informed me that he doesn't have time to bring me to the train station in the morning (*sulk*) so I will be late for the party. Dang it all.

I'm online, and paging A. This is very hard, and I'm exhausted from the afternoon in the sun sailing and the evening running. I am getting emotional and think I need bed. Or love. Or love in bed.