long post. sorry guys

Around Thanksgiving I was told I needed to have my wisdom teeth removed. My parents and I agreed to do it over winter break so I wouldn't miss any training for cross country. Things happened, relatives showed up, and eventually we forgot about it. July rolled around and the topic came up in conversation. A phone book happened to be near, so I guess that's when the appointment was made.

I know it seems odd, but I feel like this is a mile stone. A right of passage, if you will. This entire summer has been one big leap into adulthood. Now I have a car, a job, and a wallet that actually contains important stuff. I have a greater responsibility to my family, my team, and myself. Even the Baker's Dozen is becoming more important to me. Could it be that I'm...*gulp*...growing up? AHH! When did that happen? Was I too busy playing with duckies to notice?

This revelation scared the crap out of me. It came out of no where. I was eating Capt'n Crunch while reading the comics when I reached over for the business section. I stopped halfway there, realizing what I was doing. I had one of those long flash backs where one usually stares out into space for a good 3 minutes. This is the conclusion I reached:

A) Yeah, I'm getting older. But I'm also getting wiser -that's right, hand shake buzzer device. You've fooled me for the last time.

B) More responsibility = More privileges -I smell a road trip

C) I'm getting closer to independence - curfew? c'est que se?

Anyway, the reason I included the bit about my wisdom teeth was to illustrate my point. Don't grow up too fast. The teeth have gotta come out, but the doctors only pull one at a time.




And I'll be drugged.

"One day I'm gonna marry a Frosty Malt"

I went to a baseball game tonight and saw a bat fly. Not those small, winged things, but rather those large, aluminum things. The crowd's reaction was brilliant, though. We tried to stop the bat with Telekinesis and ancient chants - which sounded a lot like "ooh uuh ahh ouah owwah!". The bat didn't speak our language, though. Ironically, the only man injured was the batter's father.

Anyway, Valley beat Mason City 10-0 in the semis and moves on to play Cedar Rapids Kennedy in the finals tomorrow night (8:00 pm @ Sec Taylor)

Yeah, guess who discovered the title bar?

I probably shouldn't be posting right now. It's late, I'm tired, and no one in their right mind is going to check this thing 'till noon. For some reason, though, I feel obligated to update. Sometimes I play this fun game where I try to stay awake for no apparent reason only to show up to cross country training completely drained at 7:45 am. I don't know about you guys, but I like fighting to remain conscious while driving. Hehe, good times. Anyway, I started working for the man on Monday. It turns out "the man" is a thirty-something skinny white guy with an interest in the outdoors and a tendency to say "you know" after every other sentence. I call him Jason and he manages Active Endeavors, a local retailer selling the equipment and clothing necessary for active endeavors. Unless, of course, your endeavor of choice is streaking. Then you've already got it covered. Or rather, uncovered. err...

Enjoy this: http://www.zefrank.com/theshow/

One of the members of the Baker's Dozen (the "secret society" referenced in about me) has been in Boston, MA for the last couple of weeks studying at MIT. Naturally, we've all been e-mailing her since she left, but tomamama took it a step further. On Thurday him and Yes came over with the idea of making a video-letter thingy for her (like in blues clues...not that I've ever watched that show). Anyway, us + camera + nothing better to do = errr. You can see some of Tomamama's stuff at http://youtube.com/results?search=tomamama&search_type=search_videos. The clip at the bottom is from Thursday, but I promise that's not the real fruit of our labors.

I don't have to explain myself

This blog will now be titled "Some Assembly Required". I think it's far more fitting than controlled chaos. My life is not chaos, I do not face death on a daily basis (hmm, then again I am a crappy driver...). My identity has also been changed. I am no longer Passing For Sane, err, that is my name is no longer Passing for Sane. I mean, wait...go away leave me alone!


Henceforth I will be known as Junebug. That is all

When I have nothing better to do I often fiddle with the paint program. New rule: These little "gems" (hehe) count as posts.

My sister's boyfriend, Evan, is coming into town tomorrow. He seems cool enough, I guess. We both seem to enjoy running long distances, but that's where the similarities end. He's a year younger than Sarah and about the same size, so I guess she could take him down if she needed to. Either way, this total stranger will be sleeping in the guest room across the hall from me. I can only hope we don't get up at the same time to take a pee in the middle of the night. *shiver* so awkward.


In other news, remember when I said I thought this summer could be very interesting?


hehe, told ya so :)

*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.

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.

I'm really evil. Really, really evil.

Well, I like the idea, Sane, but how long will it last?

That's it. I'm starting anew (ooh, good word). Turning over a new leaf if you will. From now on I shall try to update my blog every day, and ALWAYS every week. It is both sad and funny when someone else can post on my blog for a month and I don't even notice. I think to symbolize this new dedication, I should change my format. Whoo!

well, this is Yes again, come to post in Sane's absence. "Why?" you might be asking. Well, because I feel like it. "Because thats mean!!" your all shouting now. Well tough noogies, because I'm posting.