*sane crawls out from under a rock, stretches, and turns to the computer*. Hello again. I'm not lazy, I just didn't have internet access. I was in Chicago with my parents. I hate explaining trips to people, so I'll keep it short. STUFF I SAW: second city, 25th annual putnum county spelling bee (musical), white sox game, chicago institute of art, northwestern university. STUFF I ATE: steak, cereal, burger, ice cream, veggies, fruit, coffee, cookie, etc. STUFF I STOLE FROM THE HOTEL: washcloth, 4 bottles of shampoo, lightbulb. But enough about me, how are you?

YouTube - Coke and Mentos #816 (Toma = gray, Yes Maybe = Red, Me = the one who's not a guy)

I took the car out on Saturday night. I was having a jolly good time, and was still in a great mood when I came home at 12:25 am. My parents, on the other hand, were not. Apparently they had been trying to call me for the last half hour to see if I was still alive. They were really irked when I didn't answer despite the following facts A) 12:30 was the agreed upon curfew B) I'm not suppose to talk on the phone while driving C) I had to give two people a ride home. In the heat of the moment, my dad changed the curfew to 12. I know it's not a big deal, but generally the most fun occurs between 11:30 and 12:30. Not to mention I came home at 1 last week, but I guess I was so much wiser and more responsible then.

*cough* I might add that the reason I didn't hear my phone was because I was blaring Linkin Park.

Anyway, I figure I'm just a foot rub away from a later curfew.

Three big changes today (1) I am 16 (2) I have my license (3) I have a car. The significance of these events hasn't really sunk in yet, but I'm sure after a good night's sleep (*cough* erinjoannajordan) I'll be in shock and awe. My baby is a silver 2004 Nissan Sentra. It's not usually a first car, but it can last a long ass time (I'm might have this past age 30). To put the icing on the cake, just in case a new car didn't do it, my sister gave me an iTrip to go with it. I can't believe how lucky I am. No one deserves this kind of thing at 16. Then again, maybe that's why parents do this. I'll need to earn it in the next couple of years. But no matter how much the pressure builds, I suppose I can always relax with a leisurely drive.

Damn it feels good to be out of school. Some people beg for freedom like this for months, then complain of boredom when it finally comes. I am not one of those people. I am of that special breed that can be entertained by anything or anyone. I played "throw the tennis ball on the roof" yesterday and only got it stuck in the gutter twice! But there's no need to worry here, I promise I go out at night. It's fun to see everybody and then try to be stealthy like a ninja when I come home. "Swift as the wind blowing, quiet as a leaf falling" (this is what I chant as I try to find the door to my room). Anyway, I hope everyone's summer is as relaxing as mine. My dog is giving me very odd looks now, he's probably wondering where the hell his tennis balls are.

When school finally finished on Friday, the drama types headed off for Chicago. "Wicked" was really entertaining and "Spamalot" was (dare I say it?) scrumtrulescent.

There was also plenty of entertainment outside of the theatre. Think love triangles are complicated? Well I myself prefer squares. That's right, ladies and gentlemen. 4 different people, 4 different agendas. Heh, aren't shapes funny?

Anyway, something tells me this summer will be very, very interesting.