Recap on 18...

Last Xanga before my legalization...of things.

Goodbye, youth.

And discount buffets.

Alright. Update of the month.

Happy Birthday to Shane, Peter, Ole, Alex, and Neil.

Not going to homecoming was fun. Little bit of Chuck E. Cheese and a midnight movie.

My kitty, Tixy, was put to sleep. 6^th family fatality in 2 years. It’s really weird not having a pet.

I had a dream that I was fighting this wolf. My alarm woke me up just before I severed his head off with my ax.
I had another dream where Lassie and I were partners in crime, going around, stealing farm goods.

There is this underclassman (Blake) that is convinced that I am Elle Driver from Kill Bill. Either he’s crazy, or I should go around in a skimpy nurse outfit con eye patch and assassinate people.

Yes, I left my lights on twice in one week. Record is twice in one day.
Sending in some art to the NCGC, the “National Convention for Gifted Children”.

Ms. King is convinced that I am twins with this one chick from “Celtic Women”. She also claims that I have “beautiful teeth.”

Fact: Hash browns and funk bass make me happy.
Quotes o’ whenever: “I love your awesome woodie!” --Guy in car. “I’m not laughing at your toes, Emily, I’m laughing with your toes!” “ELLE DRIVER!!” --Crazy kid.

…I asked her her name and in a dark brown voice she said Lola…

Happy Birthday to Clint and Chuck.  Along with Happy September 11th, and I give “free hugs” to all!
Learned how to half-drive stick shift!
Sister left like 2 weeks ago for Salt Lake City for violin-making school.  I miss her…
Don’t you just hate it when you smell like chicken noodle soup?
Freshmen are funny.  …and should be sympathized.
I’m pumped to play exactly what the piano is playing in the “High School Musical” pit.
Co-concertmaster of FMAYS…of three.  Lol, crazy, I know.
I’m excited for the Husta (Sp?) Fest…a month from now.
Gotta go do the nasty now.  Cya.
yeah.

Happy Birthday to Daddy, Kari, Chris/Shinji, and Jacob.

Jetlag is still doing funky stuff to me. I’m either waking up at past noon or at 3 a.m.

Be proud. I drank a dish of sweet-n-sour sauce and Katelyn gave me a dollar.

Japan rocks.

I’m gunna be at All-State until Saturday. Boo.

I’m thinking of applying for the baker at Japanese camp…any advice… death threats?

Vulcan Mindmeld’s comin’ out with a new CD… show’s next Monday.

So we’ll see how this custody-of-Emily between my parents quarrel will go…

Japanese Pro o’ whenever: 30 flavors of soft serve
Japanese Con o’ whenever: Cookies do not exist.

Quotes o’ whenever: “Nice hair, Hottie!” --Guy to Bryan. “Wouldn’t that be cool if you got naked and covered yourself in peanut butter and ran over to somebody’s house and said ‘Heeeeey, got some JELLY!?’” --Friend’s friend’s brother’s friend.

…Love grows where my Rosemary goes and nobody knows but me…