Shiver Me Timbers, Thar's a Hole in This Here Boat!

It strikes me that I have not written here in a long time. Or so it seems. What can I say, I've gotten all swept up in the summer. And rightly so. Good things have come of this summer so far. The car, or the pirate, as I fondly like to refer to it, has been amazing. I think I've spent almost every weekend in the 'burbies/beachtowns of northern Mass. Summers should not belong to cities. Summers belong to beaches and wooded areas. So now I can adequately say that I feel like I've been enjoying SUMMER for what it is: hot, sunny, and out-of-doors.

Alas, the Pirate caught scurvy recently (and so did I for that matter). On Thursday I brought it up to my uncles so he could check the brakes out (because I noticed they seemed shady) and he gave me a lesson in brake-checkage. Wow, were theyyy fucked. My mom forbade me to drive until they were fixed, and rightly so. Because I ended up moving the car a good six feet for convenience purposes, and one of the brake pads just up and fell off. WHAT. This Pirate was walking the plank. (do you like my clever metaphors? they're so corny and delicious) So I went back up there today and figured out that the caliPer is friggen pissing me off. Yeah, we figured out that it was pissing me off... that's not vague or anything. Anyway it's annoying, and it's gonna be another week before we have the time to get it back together. Oh well. Mild hiatus for the scurvy-ridden drunkard.

Speaking of scurvy, on Thursday I radomly felt my throat constricting and my glands swelling and I thought it was kinda weird, and then I started to lose feeling in my extremeties... all in a matter of an hour. And before you know it I was suffering through cold sweats, but totally in denial of the fact until it was too late. I just happened to be up at my mom's/uncle's places (for the Pirate) when all of this occurred, and I was forbidden to return home until adequate care was recieved (woooo!). This means I got to be taken care of, which HAS to be the best thing ever. Honestly, I love taking care of people that I love when they are sick, so it's only natural that I love to be taken care of by people that I love when I am sick. And that's how I spent my Friday. On the couch, with popsicles and a TV handy. I watched so much TV, it was disgusting. I think I watched like over two hours on the Travel Channel about America's most haunted places. I love those kinds of shows. The only problem is that I watched them directly before taking lots of meds and falling asleep... so in the process of falling asleep I was totally dilusional and drugged and my imagination was fixated on hauntings. So, you can see how this is not a good position to be in.

Needless to say, I survived. In fact, I survived so well that I'm actually not sick anymore. And there is definitely something to be said for that. If someone had told me Friday that I would have been better by Sunday, I would have punched them in the mouth. But they would have been telling the truth, and I would have felt bad, in hindsight, for my wrong-doings.

No pictures this time. Don't cry. I'll pull some more out next time just for kicks. I know you've been requesting more. Just lay off, ok? Pictures are a process. I don't have that kind of time right now. Feel lucky you got this excellent little burst of insight into my current state of mind/life. That should tie you over. You can't have EVERYTHING. You can't BE me. But don't let that stop you from wishing to be me... because there's nothing wrong with that. Nope. Not in the slightest. Ok I'm outtie, this is getting boring.

QUOTE OF THE DAY
ohnoimashrimp: killian.
ohnoimashrimp: we haven't spoken in a while
ohnoimashrimp: i miss your sweet typing...
ohnoimashrimp: the chime of every message sent to me, and only me...
ohnoimashrimp: and that fat little grey thing i can only imagine is your idea of a penis that dances for me when we speak
ohnoimashrimp: god speed, noble woman. come back to me

Hickory Dickory Dock

Are you ready for this update? I sure hope so, because it is complete with pictures GALORE. Thank god for fun pictures. Nothing like it when you're bored on a random afternoon.

So first order of business... I HAVE A CAR!!! AN AWESOME CAR!! I love it. It makes me happy like whoa. I thought I would simulate my car-thoughts through pictures.


Above, you see the kind of car that most people would love to own
(myself included...).

Below, you will see something far different.

This is my baby blue bomber.
If it was a human being, it would be a pirate.

I'm really happy I get to own a beater car. You know why?

BUMPER STICKERS!!!! Bumper stickers is a sweetness I have never tasted until now. And it's moderately sweet. Still sweet enough to make up for the rusting doors.

So Neda and I decided to take my baby blue bomber out for a wild weekend adventure, and wow did we have fun. It consisted of an awesome beaching day and some amazing food and a crisp pool and a fat man on a lawn chair.
Take note:




I finally got my pictures from Le Family Reunion circa June 2005.
I must show you Indiana's charm. And in doing so, you must be aquainted with Smokey.
Good ol' Smokey.



And now, I must show you how Indiana brings out the hick in me.
Coca-cola in the glass bottles just taste better.
My aunt told me I reminded her of the girl from Dukes of Hazard on this particular day...
so I figured I'd run with it. Fast and far.

Note the wheat grass. And the dirty bare feet.
YEAH HICK!!!! wooooo!
Sadly, that's like my proudest moment of the summer.

There are really so many pictures to share, and I promise I'm trying to spare you... but I've got two more.

You HAVE to meet the coolest kid under the age of 5 before your life is over. He rocks. I might be obsessively in love with him. But I think I just like the fact that he loves me like whoa. But nevertheless...
I told Connor to make an angry face at the camera, and holy crap...
the kid is a child prodigy when it comes to the "angry face."

I mean LOOK AT THAT!
Dude, I couldn't ask for a cooler little brah. He makes my angry face look like shit.
And yeah, I did say brah.

And last but not least, my moment of glory at my aunt's wedding...
shootin' hoops in a dress.

MMM baby there ain't no better way to roll. I know what you're thinking. You think I'm tacky!! Basketball at a wedding... who does that??
Listen, if there was a basketball court next to your aunt's wedding reception and you were full of cranberry vodka mix's, you'd have followed my lead. We don't judge here. So take your judgin' eyes elsewhere, bitches. omg jk bfff whats the 411 on the 24/7 and i <3>

THE END!

Instant Pleasure

So I would talk about this recent family reunion I had, but we're gonna have to save that for when I get my pictures from my cousin... because they are trapped on her computer out in Colorado, and she is computer illiterate, so it might take a while before I get them. Sad face.

But I was going through some of the pictures I took at the very beginning of summer and I came across the ones of me and Penny. Penny was my best friend in Tokyo, and it had been thirteen years since we had actually seen each other when we met up here in Boston. How wicked coool is that? We rock at keeping in occasional touch and then totally meeting up and reuniting. Turns out I picked way cool friends back as a little tyke. And we took some pictures to compare and contrast. So I thought I'd share them with you, because I know you like it, you voyer, you.


can you guess which one is me? the one on the right? oh, so close, so close...


YEAH school uniforms! ow ow. and look how sloppy i look. can I mention that I HATED those stupid blue sweaters? My mom forced me to wear it for that picture.


thirteen crazy years later. wicked cool.

In more recent news, (and in relation to this whole Asia-reunion theme I'm on right now) my dad is officially moving to Hong Kong. Not much more to say on that, other than I'll have a free ride back into Asia come Christmas, and that's nice. I wish it was Tokyo, but that's o-tay. So now the little bros are gonna have a similar experience that michael and I had, and that's good for them, I think... but I'm obviously biased.

Now let's focus on some even MORE recent news, and not on Asia. America. Happy Birthday? I don't think anyone actually cares that it's a day to celebrate one more year of independence from England.. it's more of like.. National Barbeque and Fireworks Day. Let's not remind ourselves that the grounds for this country's existence lay in the desire for separation of church and state... something we might want to get back in touch with (cough). Anyway, the fireworks on the esplanade were awesome. Next year I want ALL of my friends to be here so that we can all drink up and go have fun and it will be even more awesome. This year was more like me and Neda getting hassled by drunk dudes as we wandered aimlessly through the crowds... but that alone makes for a pretty funny time. Honestly so much fun was had tonight, and that makes me happy. woo for being happy.

Before I go, instead of a QUOTE OF THE DAY, I would like to make a statement to all people who take pictures of fireworks: DON'T. Honestly. What are you thinking? I was once naive and retarded, as you are today. But I was 12, so it was understandable... but you? You should know better. Do you really think you're going to get that picture back and say to yourself "holy crap, do you remember this firework? wow, this one was better than the one directly before it that looked ALMOST like this one but not quite. let's frame this so we can remember how magical this one firework was for us." No. No. You won't. You'll get back that picture and say "wow. this does absolutely nothing for me. what was I thinking? why didn't I listen to that girl who has that blog who warned me of this? She's so awesome... I should really do everything she says. Especially when it comes to picture taking. Wow I wish she was here right now so I could give her a great big bear hug and maybe a high-five just for kicks, and then I'll buy her a fancy dinner and take her to the theatre and we'll sit under the stars, and fireworks will light the sky because my love for her is so powerful, and I'll take out my camera to capture the moment and... AHH!!!" (electroshock therapy works wonders) So you'll decide against taking the picture because it won't be anything like the real thing, and you'll thank me for it in the end, even having suffered high voltage shocks of electricity that may or may not have burned your skin in strange but fun shapes (like the playboy bunny!).
Yes, that's exactly how it will play out.

Michael tells me that he worries about my mental health. To that, I say... the "chael" part of his name looks funny. and it always has, and it always will.