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"Excuse me, miss? Have you ever wanted natural, beautiful nails without any kind of chemical treatment?"

The question took me aback for a moment, because of course I did. I had never really thought of it before, but now that the saleslady with the light brown skin and long, curly black hair asked, it somehow sounded appealing. I had just bought an impossibly cool pair of leopard print knee high socks, so the world was alright. Why not waste time listening to a meaningless sales pitch?

"Well, of course! But isn't that impossible?" I laughed inwardly at my wit.

"Why, no! In fact," and here she held up a small, light blue square something with white and grey sides, "this is all you need!"

I was intrigued, and raised my eyebrows high to indicate this. My father and sister were incredulous and annoyed with me. We had places to be, and all that. But I was vaguely irritated with the boutiques my sister had been bent on visiting, because the size they insisted was a large was obviously not a large. The hideous liars. Now my family would have to contend with my impossibly shiny thumbnail as my form of revenge. Wasting 10 minutes of my sister's time would be so sweet. The saleslady took my hand and rubbed the light grey side of the blue square against it furiously, explaining how it worked.

"Everyone has ridges on their fingernails. You do, I do, even your father here does, look!" I glanced curiously at my dad's fingernails. The saleslady widened her eyes at the relatively poor state of my dad's fingernails, but said nothing. My dad scowled.

"With this side, you scrub the fingernail ridges off, which makes them stronger and keeps them from cracking and spliting. With this side," she changed to the dark grey side, "you raise the blood toward the top of the nail, making it a light pink." She hummed as she worked.

I smiled widely at my sister and she rolled her eyes. The saleslady looked up and complemented me on my natural nails, and made a passing comment about my sister's being cheap. I had no idea what that meant, but it was hilarious to me, and I giggled. My sister frowned and gave me a look that claimed she would not be an impartial judge if I continued to act this ridiculous. This worried me, and I gave her a sympathetic shrug. I had to keep her moderately happy. Who else could I trust around here to truly tell me if my thumbnail looked better after this treatment that apparently originated from the Dead Sea, as the saleslady had just imformed me? Nobody, that's who.

Now the saleslady switched to the white side of the square, explaining carefully that it was blah blah blah blah. I nodded in what I hoped seemed like a genuinely interested fashion. I had no idea what she was talking about, but she had lovely eyes, a blue green with a golden circle around the black pupil. I was jealous of her eyes, kind of. And her perfect fingernails, with the cuticles which had apparently been softened dissolved off of her nails with the oil she then applied to my fingers.

"Now, look. Sister, you're the judge. What do you think of her fingernail now?" I presented my sister with my new thumbnail, shining in the sunlight that filtered from the overhead window in the mall. I truly was impressed.

"But mom has one of those already! And you know that!" My dad interjected with great exasperation. The saleslady looked shocked and betrayed. I lowered my eyes sadly.

"..Well...you should use it then!" was all the saleslady would say to me. She probably wouldn't have met my eyes, if I had dared to try so myself. My face was a bright pink and I shuffled my purple, green, blue, pink, white, and grey Birkenstock clogs uncertainly.

"Thanks anyway," I said. I was a bit sorry for midleading the Israeli saleslady, but as I rubbed my index finger against my ridgeless right thumbnail, I decided it was worth it.

Golden Birthday

I wrote this yesterday, then I didn't post it up here. Why? Because my Internet connection wasn't working right. >.< So yes, here it is.
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Man oh man...I am so full of cake, ice cream and Mexican food I just may explode if touched. Buh. Anyway.

Happy birthday to myself. W00t! Seventeen on the 17th! Which according to Joelle (or Heather? I can't remember) is my golden birthday. Like, when Heather is 25 on the 25th, that'll be hers. So far I've gotten a laptop (hahahah YES), a Barenaked Ladies CD (Stunt), an iTunes giftcard, three pairs of socks, Green Tea perfume, a gym bag, and a laptop bag. So awesome, all of it.

When I was little, I used to think that even 15 or 16 year old were impossibly old, that I may reach 16, but certainly not 17. I don't know why I decided on 17, but somehow I did. And now I'm here, and it's just massively weird. I've reached the mystical world of high school, and am 3/4 of the way through, wtf. My future in college is even more hidden and mysterious than high school ever was, because let's face it, there just aren't that many kids shows that have trendy college students that wander around the mall and serial date random guys, like I was shown on some kids shows. (Thank God, there seem to be more of those now than then, and that at least "Spongebob" is on. And YouTube has a few nostalgic old Nickelodeon shows...) I wonder what was supposed to happen to those kids, perpetually teens on kids' shows. I wonder if they're just supposed to die after their 20th birthday. I dunno...So yeah, who knows what college holds? Seriously who knows because I don't. At all. And it worries me, but looking back over the past few years in high school and seeing how much I've grown in less years than I can count on one hand, and I have faith that God will lead me through the rest. I really do.

And even though I mainly just celebrated this year by eating my favorite foods and getting a few fantastic presents....even though I didn't have a big sleep over party with my friends and don't plan on having one...even though it was relatively simple, I can honestly say it's been the best I've had in years.

So yes. Huzzah for life. :)

Now to finish a bazillion homework assignments.

WHOA

OMGWTF I GOT A LAPTOP FOR MY BIRTHDAY.

ALSO, I'M A SENIOR IN HIGH SCHOOL AS OF TOMORROW. HOW THE HELL DID I GET HERE?!

Meme, I suppose

Here are 10 things I really do want to say to people, but thanks to by extremely advanced case of passive aggresion, I never will. Yes, it's that meme. Revel in the mystery.

1. I saw your MySpace the other day. I wonder if that girl who you said was "like you Caitlin, only at the same school as me" is still your best friend. I don't know if I've ever fully forgiven you for flat out replacing me so abruptly like that.

2. Part of me loves you to death, but the other part hates you and how closed minded you really are. "A person whose mind is changed against their will is of the same opinion still." Repeating your opinion repeatedly doesn't make it correct, and won't change my mind.

3. I really want to see you, but I'm afraid that if I did I wouldn't like you as much as I think I would, and vice versa.

4. I really do love you a lot. Becoming good friends with you suddenly is unexpected, but I hope it stays like this forever.

5. STOP CREATING RELATIONSHIP PROBLEMS FOR YOURSELF. They are so easily fixable, but I don't think you really want to fix them. I'm not really annoyed by this, so much as really sad for you.

6. I know you take me for granted and don't really care what I like as long as everything is about you. Stop it, because it hurts so freaking bad.

7. I don't care about him. I REALLY DON'T. So stop telling me too much information about him every single day.

8. This summer I found out how insecure you really are. And it amuses me.

9. Of course I think I'm better than her. She's just a huge showoff.

10. I wonder if you know how much you really hurt me by ignoring me, and laughing along when other people were laughing at me. I may not be on the cutting edge, but I have fun anyway. You and I could probably have been good friends, but you care too damn much about what losers think.

Oh my gosh I feel so much better you don't even know. Ahhhh....indeed.

Chatter

I totally stole this from Platy. Yep. I am probably that someone desperate she mentioned from question 7. :P

1. Elaborate on your default icon: Well. I made it myself. I work at the local Aquarium, and thanks to the sturgeon touchtank there, sturgeons are my favorite fish. Favorite freshwaters, anyway. I just have lots of fun with that exhibit. The text comes from a song in Disney's "Pocahontas," and I spazzed out when I heard sturgeons mentioned, so I used it for this icon. Yes I am silly.

2. What's your current relationship status?: Single. And I'm content. I don't really want a boyfriend at the moment, and I don't have a crush on any.

3. Ever have a near-death experience?: Not really, no.

4. Name an obvious quality you have?: Um...bad eyesight? Because I have glasses.

5. What's the name of the song that's stuck in your head right now?: "Grey Sky Eyes" by Carbon Leaf.

6. Any celeb you would marry?: No. I don't want to marry a stranger, no matter how beautiful or whatever.

7. Who will cut and paste this first?: What, this survey thing? Maybe Whitney.

8. Name someone with the same birthday as you: I don't know anyone personally that has the same birthday as me. There was this one kid I knew in middle school who was in another class that I saw shared it with me. I was disappointed. I own that day, after all.

9. Do you have a crush on someone?: Not really. Sure, I am aware of a few guys that are attractive, but they're either fictional or celebrities (ish.) That was an overly complicated answer.

10. Have you ever vandalized someone's private property?: No

11. Have you ever been in a fight?: Quite a few with my sister. Phsyical and verbal.

12. Have you ever sung in front of a large audience?: Not solo. In a choir, yes. But it wasn't a huge audience.

13. What's the first thing you notice about the OPPOSITE sex?: Meh...Maybe hair. I don't know.

14. What do you usually order from Starbucks?: Mocha Frappucino. I like chocolate and coffee flavors together, but not coffee by itself.

15. Have you ever hurt yourself on purpose?: No

16. Say something totally random about yourself: The pointer finger on my right hand can go completely and utterly limp if I shake my right hand around wildly.

17. Has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity?: No

18. Do you wear a watch? What kind?: Sometimes, but not much recently. I have a plastic pink one that I love, but I can't set the time...Which is why I hate digital watches.

19. Do you have anything pierced?: NO.

20. Do you have any tattoos?: NO

21. Do you like pain?: NO

22. Do you like to shop?: Depends what it's for. If it's clohtes, 99% of the time, no. Sometimes I get in weird moods where I think I'm in fantastic shape and can fit into more than I actually can, but they end pretty quickly.

23. What was the last thing you paid for?: I lent $1.50 to my dad so he could use a pay phone to call someone, since he forgot his cell phone at home.

24. What was the last thing you paid for with a credit card?: I don't have a credit card. Those make me nervous anyway.

25. Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone?: Joelle, last night.

26. What is on your desktop background?: Han Solo & Chewbacca. Because they rock. Especially Chewie.

27. What is the background on your cell phone?: Fish tank

28. Do you like redheads?: Sure why not.

29. Do you know any twins?: I don't think so, but I'm probably wrong.

30. Do you have any weird relatives?: Yes.

31. What was the last movie you watched?: "Help!" You know...the one with the Beatles. Yes it was very silly, but I enjoyed it anyway. Tee hee.

32. What was the last book you read?: I'm finishing up "Flowers for Algernon." It's okay.

33. Did you or are you planning to go to college?: Planning on it. What I'll do when I get there? I have no idea. At all.

34. What is your favorite pair of pants that you own?: My jeans. Even if they are falling apart in the butt.

35. Do you like to party?: I like to hang out with my friends and talk and watch movies, but they're not really wild or whatever's meant by partying these days. But I have fun.

36. Where do you see yourself in five years?: Oh my God, I have no clue. Alive, maybe?

It wasn't even a Thursday...

Today was...really awkward..Like, the ENTIRE DAY was just a series of embarressing or otherwise unsettling events, back to back. Starting with when I just woke up and accidently walked in on my little sister's sleepover buddy going to the bathroom because the weirdo didn't lock the door. Or close it all the way wtf.

Then I had a friend over to slack and watch a bunch of movies, and her mom called her halfway through and bitched at her and then cried and guilt tripped her for ages for reading when she was babysitting her toddler sister, which allowed the sister to knock over the cat food. That's all. She didn't eat it or strew it around everywhere and my friend cleaned it all up. I really do think something is wrong with her mom...She's kind of...unstable, mentally. When I gave her (my friend) a ride home, I asked her if she was okay, she burst into tears for at least ten minutes. I am not good with weepy people. I am not good with very close feelings and deep set problems. I just...am not terribly good with vulnerability period. So that meant really long, really awkward pauses for about 20 or so minutes. Then I cried on the way home because her home really is so chaotic and so is her boyfriend's, and I really do worry about her a lot sometimes. I just remember when the only complications of getting together and doing stuff was whether or not our parents had work, not if she had no money for gas and had two adopted kids under the age of 7 to babysit and crazy parents. *sigh*

Then when I got home I find that my parents may have stumbled across my private blog that nobody reads. Which was extremely unsettling. So I decided to watch an episode of "Saturday Night Live" that I taped, and somehow the whole family ended up watching it with me. I don't know how. I was watching it, then my sister was, then my mom was because she was looking for my sister, and then my dad for reasons I don't know. Of course that's when my reliably crappy luck (it's usually mediocre, my luck, but sometimes it gets really ambitious) decided to kick in and a sketch that included a lot of playing on words to make it sound like something...inappropriate...came up.

Today sucked. It just DID. -_-

An Ordinary Day

Hmm...so I've just been having a generally fabulous time this summer. I need to do a lot more of my summer reading books ("A Tale of Two Cities," and "Silas Marner."), but being the masive computer geek I am, I've spent most of my time catching up on missed blog entries from my friends on Xanga and LiveJournal from last week and even a bit from Europe trip. I think I may actually be addicted....no seriously, I may be. Which is worrisome...But whatever.

I cannot for the life of me remember what I did on Monday (Sunday I just rode in the car from my grandparents' house all day), which is probably due to the fact that I woke up less than 30 minutes ago. I really need to get to bed earlier than 1 or 2 in the morning....But Tuesday, was wonderful. I went to the dentist (which wasn't wonderful) then went with my mom and sister to a nail salon and got a pedicure. It was a new experience...a bit nervewracking when they started pulling out ingrowns and poking about my cuticles. I don't take very good care of my nails. I probably should. In the end it was worth it though, very nice. I now have two feet worth of perfect looking toenails covered in day-glo pink nail polish. I like putting really obnoxious, bright colors on my toenails. Tee hee. But it looks lovely against my beach tan. I did nothing at all yesterday, Wednesday...

Anyway, I'm going with Julie on Friday to see "X-Men 3," so that's exciting. I haven't seen her since her after-graduation party. I'm glad to be friends with her. It comforts me that I'm not the only person who gets attacked by their fandoms and has their brain taken over by them. Or something like that. She is a bolder "Doctor Who" geek than I, though. I'm usually a bit shyer about stuff I massively geek about, worried that I'll drive people off or annoy them or something. So....yeah. FRIDAY AFTERNOON.

I'm going to call Joelle today. I haven't talked to her since I got back. I've talked to everyone else. Because they were on the computer. But still, no excuses.

Summertime

I wonder if it's weird and/or wrong that I had so much fun and generally more happiness out of cleaning dishes, clothing, and my room than I usually did on the Europe trip....In any case, I am still unbelieveably thrilled to be home. I'm also annoyed at myself for not writing more in my journal that I bought especially for the occasion of the trip, but it seems that any good parts of my writing style don't transfer well between writing mediums, like paper journals and weblogs. So when I wasn't exhausted or just plain didn't have the time, I usually wrote really annoying journal entries that are...annoying....

I did write one thing though that actually kind of sounded like a decent Xanga entry. (Because, since I guess I use the computer a lot, I seem to write better on the computer) So. I thought I might share it, because...no matter how dynamically I could write, an entry about me washing clothes wouldn't be that interesting.

"Lucern, Switzerland.

Any part of Europe you go to is different from the U.S. And not just in location and the fact that street signs in the U.S. don't tend to look like they have at least 11 syllables. Everything also closes before 7 P.M. over here in Europe, and by everything I mean everything, even those dinky little convenience stores that are open 24/7 in the U.S. Except the restaurants, which can easily cost over $25 for a small plate of ravioli and $3 for a drink with no free refills. I suppose it's due to what the say is the lower overall cost of living in Europe, what with no taxes and such, but it sure is irritating to anyone who doesn't live there permanantly.

So I'm sitting here with an empty belly, nostrils full of cigarette smoke from someone underneath the window in our hotel room, stinky and sore feet, and a suspicously sore throat, desperately missing home. I know all the differences between the U.S. and Europe that can cause the culture shock I'm going through are just 'part of the experience,' but I don't care and am very ready to go home. I have found that I'm a homebody, and am definately not going on a 2 week long vacation without someone I don't know well.

I've made other random descisions on a kind of spur of the moment thing like I have with this trip. And I think I've narrowed this tendency down to two reasons.
1. Other people were doing it, and carrying on about how awesome it was going to be, so I figured maybe I should. This is also probably the sole reason as to why I decided to host Bea, my German exchange student.
2. Everyone in literature and such, especially in the U.S., seems to bleet continually about the pioneering spirit of the average American, so maybe on some subconsious level I'm trying to prove myself or something.

The latter reason, and the fact that I just don't seem to have a great "pioneering spirit" is why I love books that celebrate ordinary people who affect change in the world by just being normal. I hold up "The Adventures of Blue Avenger." It may not be a classic or anything, but at least someone out there loves people who don't do openly fantastical things. The movie "Napoleon Dynamite" is also much loved by me, since it stresses the humor in a horribly ordinary life. There don't seem to be many others who truly appreciate the small things in life.

I love the normal, ordinary and everyday and most everything that is in popular media seems to put it down which makes me sad. I miss my wonderfully beautiful, ordinary house, bedroom, cats, and everything. At least I go home in about 6 days. It's a very comforting thought. At the moment though I must repack my backpack. It's getting a bit too disorganized..."

So yeah. I wrote a decent journal entry on actual paper! Hooray for me! ...Anyway.

I also had a lovely phone conversation with Joelle and Julie yesterday. That was fun too. Another thing more fun than most things in Europe. It's so so so lovely to have someone to be a total and complete fangirl with, like I am with Julie. Someone who totally doesn't mind if almost everything in a conversation somehow curves back to "Doctor Who" or any other such random sci-fi or awesomeness. With everyone else I know and love, I can't quite gush totally because I don't want to annoy them, but I don't worry about it with Julie and that's really very nice. ^_^ We're going to see X-Men 3 sometime after next week, hopefully. That would be cool. Also, I must make a note somewhere that Joelle, Brad and I are going swimming in some quarry in July sometime....After Brad gets back from Louisiana. ..Yeah I don't know either. About the quarry, I mean. I didn't even know there was a quarry nearby that one could swim in in the first place. Who knew. Not me. But yeah, quarry in July, and sign painting on Thursday. Both with Joelle. Hoorah!

Beach trip with my family this upcoming week, though! YEY. I haven't been to any beach in YEARS. This summer is turning out to be pretty freakin' awesome. <3

Fare Thee Well.

So I'm leaving for Atlanta tomorrow morning, and flying out by Sunday morning. (I have to go to the wedding of some..third cousin twice removed or something that I've never seen before and never will again...but they're family so I'm like, required to be there. Or they'll all talk about me or whatever) So....I guess this is a goodbye, of sorts, until June 8, which is when I'll be getting back. Mind you, I probably won't make an entry that day since I'll actually be at home around 11 at night and the time change will be killing me. Bug yeah. There is a very slim possibility that I might have occasional access to the Internet via a hotel computer while I'm over there, but I'll most likely be too lazy to actually use it. Anyway, I thought I'd at least say goodbye now, since I'll be packing pretty much all day.

So...bye! See y'all in June! :D

P.S. HAPPY BELATED TOWEL DAY. IT WAS YESTERDAY. HOORAY!

Class Pet

In the fourth grade, I was in charge of taking care of the class pet. It looked something like this.

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It is not a usual class pet, the axolotol.

But I loved it anyway.

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