I am two tests away from summer. Two tests away from getting my license, getting a car, getting the responsibility that comes with it. Two tests away from a minimum wage job, studying for the National Merit Scholarship test, training for cross country. Two tests away from AP Euro homework, mosquito bites, and sunburns. And yet, I would rather have a mosquito bite my sunburned ass than have it sitting in a desk. Here's to summer.

Just a reminder to all you restless underclassmen...

So my sister got a fish today. She calls it "Flutter", I named it "The Phantom Banshee" (this thing is really demented). This led to my sister looking up a picture of a banshee, which led to her finding the movie listing for a 9:30 show. I wanted to go, so I rushed to finish my homework. While using the AltaVista Babel fish translator for Spanish, I stumbled upon this: http://addictinggames.com/tusota.html. For anyone who has ever played Toma's video game with the tylenol pill that grabs things, I think you'll recognize the music.

I went to the Valley improv show last night. In my opinion, it was as good as high school improv can be (at least, it was far better than anything I could do). This morning was really bizarre, though. I had to wear the tiger suit for a mascot race at WHAMM (Windsor heights annual...something something). I was up against Twinkie the Kid, Cy the Cyclone, Cubby the Bear (I-cubs), the Menace soccer ball, some mammal from State Farm Ins, and the parrot from the Buccaneers hockey team. Cy lost a shoe within 10 meters and I managed to elbow the state farm mammal. I thought I had the race in the bag, then that damned twinkie caught a second wind and edged me out at the end. Granted, he didn't have a 25 lb head to deal with, but that's no excuse. I'll be crying in the corner with a box of hostess cup cakes until further notice.

I've never been on acid, but I imagine it's something like this http://intihuatani.usc.edu/cloud/flowing/

I was looking through my e-mail today and happened to notice a comment from this blog. I was amazed, not only because I was distantly related to the person, but also because I had forgotten I even had a blog. I clicked on the URL and sure enough, the fruits of a seventh grade fad lay before me. The myspace trend has become increasingly tempting, but something tells me signing up would be like opening pandora's box. Maybe I can resurrect this old site yet.

At least until something shiny distracts me.