Okay, so... this beat the shit outta my funny bone, tickled me pink, made me look sideways. I didn't laugh. This is not a laughable matter. Maybe now it is, but it wasn't to me. -Isn't- to me.

I really would rather not watch Donnie Darko because the rabbit, Frank, I now find out, scares the CRAP out of me! Like... If I wasn't more afraid of everything else, he would give me nightmares. Sooooo scary!

So, I took this quiz I found on this boy's myspace, about which Donnie Darko character I am. Guess who? You got it in one, pal!!!


You are Frank. You know a lot more than you first
let on and lead people into temptation. "I
can do anything I want...and so can you."


Which Donnie Darko Character Are You?
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So scary- even that picture frieks me out. *shudder* Hold me!

I am back into riding, dammit! WOOT WOOT!@!! Had my first lesson today, with Cynthia. Let me tell you, that woman is awesome. I love her to death. I love horses to death. Dude... Riding is so awesome. Now if only it wasn't so freiking expensive!!! But Beth is telling me that I can come and ride Doc anytime I want... How fantastic is that!?

Anyway, riding was good. It felt right, like it usually does. Well, you know, except for the bruises on the upper inside of my thighs, making it hard to walk un-bow-legged. Stupid saddle... It was one I hadn't ridden in before, and becase it fit the horse, I rode in it- it did not fit me at all. Geeeeezzzz... So, I'm bruised. Ouch.

But can I jsut say... When you can feel the difference in jsut an hour in a horse, it's like... Amazing. Truly, breathtakingly amazing. It's like.. Holy Shit, I can make this horse feel better. I can help him get better, physically and mentally! Wow..

I don't know. I guess that's what social workers feel like when they find bad kids and help them into good homes, and see the difference. Or Psychiatrists. I dunno. Fucking psychics, maybe. But anyway... That's my rant for that...

I'm beginning to think that I will never find a guy I want to get involved with, that wants to get involved back. Maybe I'm too picky. Probably. Or maybe I'm just unwantable. Again, probably. *sigh* Meh... You would think it would be easier. Oy.

I let out my secret last night. About my crush. About the kid I love and will never know. Wouldn't it be awesome to just... spill? Such a fairytale thought, I know. "Just tell them and everything will come right!" Yeah. Right. More like, everything will just... wither and die. *smirk*

God I'm optimistic these days! what happened to me? where did the bright sunshine lady go? LoL Geeeeeeeez. Okay. Bright Sunshine Lady is outta here to go do laundry. Bye bye!

I know I have been deficit in writing... Or maybe I haven't. To tell you the truth, I jsut plumb can't remember. The past couple days have been breathtakingly busy. You know... the busy days in the cycle of endless boredom and hopping busy.

So... Thursday, I don't even remember what I did- I went... someplace in the morning. Umm.... Oh. Right. I went to a funeral until 2pm on Thursday. Funny how my memory very conveniently blocks out that whole section of time. It was so sad; I still haven't called Mike. I'm afraid, to tell you the truth. So selfish.

Thursday night, I hung out with Cat, who actually asked me to hang out- amazing! Unfortuantely, I seem to be wonderfully awful these days because I left him in the driveway apologizing about being undependable, and me so unbearably sad that I jsut cut out the last tiny bit of my heart and deep-fried it in a glob of asshole juice. Yummy.

Friday, I went to 6 Flags, and it was possibly jsut as bad as the bight with Fabio, in its own fucked up way. Now, considering that i was at -6 Flags- with my best friend, a decent friend and someone who I'm jsut meeting, I'd say that's pretty fucked up. 6 FLAGS!! All on its own, to have a bad day at 6 Flags is pretty damned hard! Anyway, it was pretty bad. Details can be omitted for the sake of sanity and shortness.

Saturday, I woke up nice and bright and early and headed to the boat for a charter- which turned out to be awesome! They were so cool! We caught a crap-laod of bluefish and then headed back to the dock. It was a shortie- 5 hours, so mom came down and we hung onthe boat for a while- she bought me the NEW HARRY POTTER BOOK!!! So, The Jungle went by the wayside and HP was brought in for another round of magickal dueling and whatnot.

Today was another charter- 8 hours. Utterly mediocre. They had no personality. I think the lack of sleep, paired with Dramamine, did them in. They jsut kinda looked like zombies all day. No amount of crazy stories or silliness could detract them, or grab a lasting smile. So... I chit-chattered, laughing and grinning to myself, evidently, and prayed that lightning would come out of the sky and strike me down. LoL

Anyway... To Lindsey: Lee seems cool. Quiet, but there could be other reasons for that, but cool nonetheless. Tell him I'm sorry for having 0 sense of humor. The heat and tension was killing any silliness within me. PS. Be nice to Kyle, please? I hate to watch a dog get kicked so many times and still come back.