| Music is so annoying. Playing an instrument can be so frustrating. I could play that three months ago but today? Not so much. Ahh. Stupid technique.
We went to the beach on Saturday and I absolutely loved it. But, I paid for it. Saturday night I realized my legs and back were burned pretty badly. I always knew I had skin kind of like my dad's and that means no tanning for me. But I didn't realize how much our skin is alike until this recent event. The burning sensation is starting to go away but my back is still easily irritated. Oh, the joys of being fair skinned.
William has got to be the chubbiest and cutest little boy I've seen in a while. He's adorable.
I want new shoes. But what kind to be looking for? Hmmm... I'll have to think. =) |
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| California is beautiful.
I like it here. Very much.
We're heading out to Trader Joe's to pick up a few odds 'n ends. Otherwise, I'd say more but now isn't the time.
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| I think I have a problem.
My Mom just called me a ding bat.
And instead of getting annoyed or frustrated that she was calling me names, I laughed.
Not easily offended? Yep. Just slightly.
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| School. In June.
A week before I leave.
A report on Ronald Reagan. About 7 pages into it and 3 more to write before I can consider just finishing it abruptly as I happen to do with most papers that have to be a certain amount of pages.
I don't like finishing things as much as I like ending it. Done. Over. Within a small amount of time.
Reagan's economics bother me. Why? I'm not sure. The US was doing better than it has in almost 100 years. Unemployment was the lowest it had been in a long time, and the economic growth was was amazing. Inflation was less than 5% but he still bothers me. Maybe because he's a politician? I don't know. Maybe it's the fact that the national debt tripled while he was in office and here I am today paying taxes so that there can be more debt? Hmmm... maybe it's that.
I'm leaving. California.
Weird.
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| Getting older is strange.
I'm sixteen. The year everyone says is so fun. The year that MTV decided to make a TV show about. The year that isn't all that different than the one before it or the one coming after this it.
I can start driving soon. I can quit school if I wanted to and no one could stop me. I can get a full time job because I'm now considered mature enough to have such a thing. Soon, unfortunately, my having to pay taxes will be justified.
I get away with things like coloring my hair much darker than my natural color and cutting off quite a few inches. Some will chock it up to being a teenage girl but I know it's part of the Sinclair blood in all of my family. "Drastically change my hair? Sure, why not!" I like that I can do this and not a lot of people are really surprised. My violin teacher, on the other hand, will say something very funny about the fact that last week I was a blond with hair halfway down my back and now the brunette doesn't touch my shoulders at all. Yes, I can always count on Mr. Lindsey thinking I'm crazy. But, really, can you blame him?
I'm going to New York City in a little more than week. Then, exactly three weeks later I will be heading to California for about a month. We (Camilla, the Dunphey family and I) will be heading to Maine for a week then coming home. I think I'm going to like this summer.
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