oogah bloogah.

it's been one month since i graduated. and i don't know why but i feel kind of sad.

i read this book. maybe that's why. it's called my sister's keeper and it's about this girl who just wants to be her own person. because she was made to keep her sister alive. nothing more. and it made me cry so hard that even now i can't really look at the computer screen--it's kind of hurting my eyes. i don't even know why. but it was sad. read it and you'll get it. i mean, i never cry over books. i cried over marley and me (please, tell me you didn't. that book was a sob story and a half). that was it, though. never have i really cried over a book. and this one made me sob.

which is why i wanna go to princeton, where jodi picoult, the author, studied creative writing. if she can write well enough to make someone sob, i wanna write well enough to make someone sob. that's a talent. wow. that sounds pathetically twisted. but it's true.

but enough of that. it's been a month since i graduated and in one month more i'll be on vacation. summer is never just an endless oasis of go-with-the-flow. it's broken into chunks. the first day or two. baseball. a weeklong sleepover at mar's (at least, it always feel like they're weeks long because i'm practically a second member of her family). a trip to aunt shell's boat. baseball. mindless stretches of time. then vacation and baseball rolled into one--cooperstown. then a few more baseball-less weeks marked by back to school shopping--woooohoooooo! and then vacation. then a week of collecting back to school supplies, forming outfits to wear, a few last sleepovers, and then i dive headfirst into my new life at my new school.

sounds like it's all mapped out for me. =] only a month and a half left, after all. i'm already itching to spend my back to school money. so is mar. we're going shopping together. plus i promised jamie we'd go, and g.

oh, i went for a run this morning. a half-mile only, because it was so hot i swear my hair probably took up a tenth of the atmosphere on its own. then i walked a mile and a half with pat and grandpa. i read my sister's keeper from the beginning to the end without stopping once (expect i did text mar a few times. i'm getting so sick of my text ringtone that i had to change it) and then i decided i'm going to finish my story today. i'd better get to that, because my laptop is about to conk out on me and i should probably find the plug underneath my desk.

one more thing--i've been watching that show, the secret life of the american teenager, and have decided it is offish my new favorite show. i never ever watch tv, like EVER except for america's next top model (duh). but this is seriously like an amazing show. and tuesday i wanted to watch it so bad but i couldn't because i was at pat's baseball game (they won!) so i ran home to download it from itunes. and i couldn't. i had to wait until the next morning. oogah bloogah.

oh (hahaha, sorry!) and i started one of my books for school, the tao of pooh, yesterday. i'm reading it one chapter at a time, and taking notes on each chapter. so far i only read the foreword, which is so cute. i love it already. and i hardly ever like books that we have to read for school. but maybe it's only because winnie the pooh is in it and i haven't read a book about winnie the pooh since i was a toddler. or younger. i bet when i was little i would sit on my grandpa's lap and he would read me books--all my family members did--and i bet they were about winnie the pooh. i bet that's why i love this book so much already, three pages into it. =]

i reorganized my dry-erase board--yeah, i'm the kind of loser who would rearrange her dry-erase board, get over it =] --and put two of my favorite pictures front and center (one of me and mah three besties, one of me and my grandma when i was so little my knees were pudgy) along with a to-do list, two samples of hollister perfume, a billabong tag wedged under the frame, a storyline for my book, my grandma's address, replacement words for "said," a "proud family of an honors student at ****" and a list of my summer reading books.

gotta go. this story is hitting another good point and, well, i should probably get to writing it. otherwise i'm never gonna be able to send it to a publisher and have a finished copy returned, all dolled up and ready for sale. oh, and i have to put my clothes away.

xoxo,

caiti