TODAY I am off to Dunedin Beach with Sean and Beverley. Yes, oh yes, Beavis has not taken the Nanny position on Nantucket. She came back yesterday and we ambushed her with the plan to go with us. I will be taking lots and lots of pictures...I know I said this about Texas ( I did take lots and lots of pictures, I just haven't posted them yet).

Time to finish packing. Good bye, farewell, ourveederzen toodle loo.

I'm all burnt. I used sunblock but I still got burnt. I feel itchy, oh so itchy.
So, my 4th of July was okay. It wasn't superb like the others I've had, this years was much mellower than the others. I'm used to the big shindigs the U.S Navy throws in Illinois, or just attending the fireworks anywhere but this year, no.
I went to a bbq, ate, took a nap then went home after a friend of mine left. Then we went off to the beach in Quincy to watch the fireworks from the shore with my friend Karen. We met a really nice man who gave us fireworks to set off along the the shoreline. So many people were doing it, it was so much fun. Illegal but fun.
Sean would stick a firecracker in the ground, light it, then run as fast as he could away from it. It was pretty cool.

I talked to one of my best friends from back home lastnight. Carrie.
We talked about how I don't really have that many friends here in Boston, just a few and how most of the girls are weird. We talked about the old times and all of my weird crushes I had in highschool.
It made me think of Mike Olsen. He was new to our high school and I thought he was super cute. 'Course, we did the stupid googley eyes at each other, and did the "Hey, ask him/her what she thinks about me" deal and I hinted to him that I liked him. You know, now that I think about it, most of the interaction we ever had was passing notes inbetween classes. Jeez, I know I still have those notes, too. The first couple notes he'd write me he'd end the note with "Laterz" or, "Mikey". Me, being the stupid silly girlie girl at the time would end the notes with, "love"...Christ, it's making me blush of embarrassment/stupidity just thinking about it. So anyway, I got tired of passing the notes and I could tell he could tell I was losing interest. In turn, he'd end the notes with a heart and his name, or, I have a couple notes where he ended it with "Love."- - sheesh, so gay.
One day he walks up to my locker and hands me a box. I'm like, "What is that." He says, "Open it after I leave." But I demanded that he tell me so he's like, "It's a box of chocolates, there are you happy now?"
You know, I don't know why but I was embarrassed that he had done that so I said, "I don't even eat chocolates so I don't want them." (Even though I love chocolate)
He never spoke to me again.
Geesh.

Memmmmmmories, light the corner of my mind......La La La lalalaaaaaaaaalalala...
of the way we were....

VOMIT.