Some Beethoven song rofl.

This blog is going to be really boring. Here’s the deal.
My cousin Joie is coming over on the 22^nd and she’s staying ’til around the 27^th or something, then I am coming back with her to like, my third favourite city on this earth and not getting home ’til the first or the second. School starts on the third for me.
You have NO IDEA how excited I am for this, I haven’t seen Joie since Christmas. And I also get to see her borther Sam, and her sister Jacy, who I love just as dearly. I’m probably going to pee my pants when I see Jacy, because I haven’t seen her since… 2006? I dunno. She’s been a nanny in Czech for the past three years and only came home for the summer time, but last summer she decided to do some exploring in France instead of coming home to see everyone. -.- But now she’s staying for good.
Another good thing about this, is that it makes up for the fact that I couldn’t go to Edmonton this summer, which I was waiting to do for like two months. AND I have to miss out on the PNE, (it’s like a fair with rollercoasters and animals and cotton candy and stuff) which I have gone to every year since grade three. But seeing Jacy and Sam and Joie is TOTALLY worth missing out on the PNE.
I will of course get on the computer as much as possible until the 22^nd, because let’s face it, how will I be able to stay away? But I may be on a little bit less than usual because I have to do some chores to get some mooooney for when Jo comes.
After the 22^nd, I doubt I will get any computer time. Sometimes Joie sleeps in so I might be able to sneak a little bit in the morning, but otherwise, don’t expect to see me around that much. I probably won’t reply to comments at all, but I’ll do my best to reply to e-mails. Your best chance at reaching me would be to e-mail me. (it’s in the sidebar)
After the 27^th, it’s goodbye until September. Chances of me being on the computer are like 15.78%. And even if I do go on, it will be on msn, and I won’t have the time to reply to anything. (add me on msn, eh, eh?)
When I get back expect a big fat blog with pictures (maybe videos?) and a new hair colour for me. (with a before and after picture of course) And maybe a new layout! I really don’t want to change this one though, I have gotten so used to seeing Mitchell’s beautiful face every time I open internet explorer. (yes, my domain is my homepage…) But I did recently make a layout of myself and my two friends and some FIREWORKS and Elvis Presley. If I ever find out a way to make the CSS actually look good I might use it.
SEE YOU IN SEPTEMBER!

Nothing, trying to be stealthy and quiet.

Alright, before I get started, I just want everyone to understand that I’m a scaredy-cat, a wimp and a square. The reason I don’t do drugs, or drink alochol, or do anything crazy like that is not only because they do disgusting things to your body, but because I’m scared of them. Overall, I’m a pretty safe, responsible kid.

Most kids sneak out to go drink with their friends, or tag buildings. But my best friend Naomi, who I have talked about in numerous blogs, sneaks out because she needs freedom. Her parents put ridiculous curfews on her, they don’t let her talk on the phone in her own room and they get all sketchy when she asks to sleep over at my house. They think I’m going to get her drunk or something. (REMEMBER: I’M A RESPONSIBLE KID.) She talks about the many times she’s sneaked out, and she gets so excited. Last time she slept over, I told her that it’s weird that she likes it so much. But then she told me about the rush of adrenaline, and the freedom of it all. And I decided I had to try this out for myself.
Tonight seemed to be the perfect night, it was dark and calm, my mom had a long day and fell asleep early. We’re re-doing our deck, so the cat door leads to a bottomless pit of doom, so my mom leaves the back door open so the cats can go do their buisness. Also, there was a full moon. Full moons are suposed to make people act strange, and this was definitely acting strange for me.
The fact that I never do anything REMOTELY dangerous, really escalated this for me. Your hearts supposed to beat faster when you’re scared or excited, but mine just seemed to stop all together. Even as I was pulling on my sweater and runners, it wasn’t going it’s usual rate.
Getting out was the easiest part. The only trouble I had was when I tripped over a cinder block. I almost burst out laughing when I did (I tend to laugh out loud when I fall), but luckily, I contained myself.
When I stepped out of my driveway and onto the road, that’s when it got serious. The blood rush, holy man, it felt like I was going to burst. So I ran. And skipped. And danced. Right in the middle of my road. But then you get this eerie feeling, like every rustle is a stange man just waiting to pounce on you, or a hungry cougar, patiently waiting for something slow and vulnerable.
When I made it down to the next block, that’s when the adrenaline REALLY kicked in. I finally understand what Naomi means. The feeling of being frightened, yet excited at the same time. Not knowing if you’re going to get caught, having to put your life in your own hands, and not the big safe ones your parents own. It was just a spectacular freeing and breathtaking feeling.
When I got my share of exhilaration, I decided to walk home. But when I was about three houses away from home, I saw a Taxi drive by. All night I had been ducking cars by hiding in bushes (because I was scared a creep would jump out of the car and kidnap me) but I figured it was only a Taxi, it had to be safe, right? WRONG. The person in the cab was my neighbour. And he spotted me, of course. So I ran for it. All the way into my backyard, through the sliding glass door, and here I am. I really hope I was just imagining it, and he didn’t actually see this fourteen-year-old girl making a break for it into my house. Because if he did, it’s quite likely he will tell my mother.