So I have finally returned to a fairly regular posting sechudual (which I'm not not to bother spelling correctly!) I really want to write a long entry about everything I've done over the past 2-3 months. But people don't tend to read those. So I'm going to make this as brief as possible in an attempt to hold your intrest. Which is probably already lost.

So We take the lovely little ten hour drive to CT (which, of course, sucked) and when we get to my grandparents house I get put up in the smallest room with the worst bathroom and no sleeping porch. The maids room. (this is, for all of you simple minded folk, a bit of forshadowing.) That was fine though, I did have a great view of the bay. Also the tennis courts, and the beautiful pro they had for the summer. Yeah, so the night we got there we ordered Post Corner, the best pizza on earth. I swear that it is always,always, always perfect. And all the cousins came over, but that kind of, well, they are all atleast 3 yearas younger then I am, so the conversation is, needles to say, not so riviting. "hehe I Just farted! SAFTEY! DOORKNOB! hahaha!" A lot of that sort of stuff. And then my grandmother kept telling me I was beautiful. And that was awkward. Then she started saying I was (I'm going to spell this wrong) Valumptious. And. that was even more awkward. Shes not right though, she had a brain thing when I was five, and she just broke her hip, so she's kind of crazy.

eck ok I think I'm going to go with insatallments of this story cause I'm bored now.   

On a totally unrelated note:

has anyone noticed how little comments like ">039. Best friend of the same sex?: Sarah" can be quite painful, and easily ruin your day? But of course you have no idea what I'm talking about so I'll just shutup.