i don't have long...i want to get back to my site before dark...and concidering the cloud cover, that won't be long. lol

so, drove down to the campground yesterday. THAT was an adventure! lol a couple times, it was raining so hard that even with my wipers on full, i couldn't see...this is on a 10 lane freeway, doing 70...lol). it hailed for a while, and even snowed for a bit. never done that before....it was fun.

so, got to my site, got all checked in, got my permits and stuff, pitched my tent...just before it started hailing again.

i obsess over music. not like, obsess over it, but...for weeks or months at a time, i'll only listen to one artist or genre. melissa was last summer, then the indigo girls...sometimes it's beethoven, gregorian chant, or p!nk. right now, it's breaking benjamin. GOD i love them.

i still have a million things to do

CAUSE I"M GOING CAMPIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

all by myself!!!!!!!!! my parents decided that they can't go, but that they'd let me go, and take one of their cars and OMG!!!!!!!!!

so i'm leaving tomorrow, and it'll be rainy and cold and windy and HEAVENLY!!!!!!!!!!!

i'm all packed, cept for the last minute stuff...got my map quest directions, and my pack...OMG!!!!!

i'm sooooooooooooo excited and sooooooooooooooooooooooo nervous. GAH!!!!!!

i'm totally overpacking, too! lol

Assume, for a moment with me.

Wikipedia is my god, and Google is my goddess (being much more all powerful and beautiful).

Thus, Yahoo is the cranky old grandfather-god, who's always talking about 'the good old days'.

AskJeeves is the dirty uncle, who's bitter about not being as good as his sister.

YouTube is the love child of Google and Wiki, and is the adored, spoiled bundle of cuteness every parent hopes for.

GoogleVideo is the weird, triple chromosmal anomoly which is every parents worse nightmare.

my dad's too sick to go, and something tells me that my mom is going to regretfully tell me that camping isn't an option. fuck.

i want to scream, but there's no one to scream at! and to make everything a hundred times worse, i'm stuck at home with my dad.

i'm so mad, but there's nothing to be mad AT. it's not my dad's fault that he's sick, and i can't blame my mom for not wanting to go camping essencially by herself (i'll be gone for two days out off a fourish day trip). but FUCK!!!

okay, type "pat" into the 'tags' field, and wait for it to generate it's list of suggestions, which i assume is based on past tags.

third from the bottom, is "Urinating Patterns". WTH?!

okay, who tagged what with 'urinating patterns', and, and *moves mouth silently like a fish*

GAH!!!! urninating patterns?! please, please, someone explain!

BD

so, i often say i'm much more of a man than a woman, right?

but i'm not. i am, but i'm not. i say 'man', because i have no other words, but really, i like to think that i'm both, or neither.

pat just called me a woman in a message...and (in context) it was like this huge compliment (dunno how you intended it, but that's how i took it).

so sacrifice yourself
and let me have what's left
the fire in your eyes
is going all the way
get away please
you take the breathe right out of me
i have to fight just to make it through
but i will be right there for you

i don't know if those are correct, or even what song they're from...it's breaking benjamin. i have all their music (that i own) jumbled in my head.

i'm tired, but not as tired as i should be.

my dad's sick...this nasty cold. and the place where we're supposed to go camping is going to be uber cold, apparently...well, not UBER cold, but it might snow a bit.

okay, not really, but it's pouring, and there's thunder and lightening, and it's great!

i had my window open for a while, cause it smells SO good, but then the wind changed, and i got soaked...and sooooo not in the good way.

so, i might, maybe, possibly *fingers crossed* have a job soon. i walked around and passed out my dinky resume (never had a job, ever, in my life, so it's just my TA work, and my volunteer stuff at the riding academy), and there's this guy who owns a watch and engraving shop, and he seemed really interested in hiring me, so.....

Is abortion ever acceptable?: yes, absolutely
Should the death penalty exist?: yes, but not as it is today
Do you believe in god?: no, but i think he might exist
Do you believe in ghosts/spirits/demons?: sorta
Do you believe in life on other planets?: yes, but our chances of finding it are next to nothing
Is gay marriage okay?: is this a trick question?
Should prostitution be allowed?: why not? hell, it should be taxed!
Are you okay with premarital sex?: no, definitely not! lol jk...if i can't get married, then how is it premarital sex?

So here's how it works...
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For the first question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button TWICE
6. Don't lie and try to pretend your cool...just type it in man!
7. OR pick your fave playlist of 100 or more songs, and use it! :P

This is using only Melissa Etheridge's music...and since I have every album she's ever released...lol :P
IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE

Opening Credits:
The Angels

Waking Up:

So here's how it works...
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For the first question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button TWICE
6. Don't lie and try to pretend your cool...just type it in man!

IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE

Opening Credits:
When We Grow Up by Diana Ross

Waking Up:
The Phantom of the Opera by Andrew Lloyd Webber

First Day at School:
Simple Design by Breaking Benjy

Falling in Love:

i'm selfish. i can be mean. i let people down.

i need time away from everyone here, only i feel like a total ass for needing that.

i just...i dunno. i feel like i'm getting depressed again, and i'm not entirely sure why. not even depressed, just...blah. i dunno.

so...i'm letting people down. if you have my e-mail address, and want/need to talk, send me an e-mail.

i'm all right...i'm certianly not going to do anything stupid, nor am i going to hurt myself. i just need some time away from here.

my therepist says i give too much...she's usually right. lol

well, for anyone who's out there (no pun intended.........*arm twist* okay, okay, i intended it!!), i'm gonna go take a shower, then go to bed.

prolly watch some south of nowhere, maybe the rachel maddow show. maybe read some.

yeah, definitely need that shower. blech. i hate being sweaty...cept for certain occassions, of course. then it's all good. but now i just feel icky.

lol

night y'all!

BD