8-1-03

There are times when I hate my brother, and then there are times when I really hate him. He's in his room crying because he got sent home from camp on the last day. And sadly, he cries more than I do, and I'm a freakin' teenage girl, the hormones are built in! So now I have several bruises from trying to get into his room to see what was wrong. He just lies in his bed and cries, and his bed is right up against my wall, so I hear him all the time. And then when I try to help him or at least be nice, he holds the door closed so that I have to push my way in. That's when I became lodged between the door and the door frame. Fun, eh? Okay, so I may not be Canadian, but I am sarcastic. I spent the morning watching stuff in the ktla feedroom online. They had a couple of videos with Holly Beck. She's my favorite surfer. She's so cool, and she almost reminds me of Tracy, but Tracy was way more cynical. Last night the weirdest thing happened, I didn't want to eat ice cream. And I have no idea why. Normally I'll eat like two bowls of ice cream a day. And then last night, nothing. So strange. Anyway, boring stuff as usual. I'm still trying to pack. So far I've laid out a bunch of clothes on my bed. I have yet to find anything to put them in. I'm gonna hate spending 3 weeks away. Mostly I'm gonna miss my computer, but I might miss you guys too. And what I'm going to hate most is spending 10 hours in a car with my family. Thank god I'll have the laptop so I'll just watch movies or listen to cds. And then once we get to Maine we get to argue and bitch at each other in a different state. I really wish I had someone to go with, or that someone wanted to go with me. I promise, it's really not as bad as it sounds. It's the most beautiful place in the world, it's just my family that ruins it. So, if you want to talk to me while I'm away, e-mail me at surfing.zone@verizon.net, or if you want to visit, buy a plane ticket to Portland and I'll come pick you up. I have a feeling not a lot of people will use the last option, or the first for that matter. I hate leaving so much.