Floating Vessels

So, I have just created this new Blog. I have no idea how to use it, or even why I did it. Maybe it was to fulfill my life-long dream of being a cool kid and joining the rest of society with this cool new hip way of talking about all the things that happen in life. Or maybe it was to update people (who probably really don't care about my existance) on my life without really having to talk to them. There could be many different reasons of why I did such a thing, but I guess no one will really know why I made a blog.

Anyways, I may as well talk about things going on in my life since a blog is either A. a Journalists way of sending Breaking News to all dem people who care, B. A way of communication between friends, or C. a personal chronological log of thoughts published on a Web page. And seeing as I am not a journalist, and my friends are either with me or text me to be updated on my life, I guess this blog will be a personal online journal.

So, I have had a very interesting summer. I went into the summer being single (and extremely happy at that fact) because of a douchebag that I'm glad to be rid of. In June, I went on a week and a half long trip to Lake Cumberland with my best friend Cindy and her family. We stayed on a huge houseboat for that entire time. Each day had its very own memorable adventures. But my favorite had to be on the very last night on the boat. All the elders had been drinking and had made a campfire on land. So, Cindy and I decided to flee to the boat and sneak a bit of vodka into our soda pops. Along with a certain mister T-Con. I drank mine faster than expected, and finished off Cindy's as well. Didn't do much, but it was still fun.

Later in the evening we decided to pull a prank on a certain teenager who had one of the most dirtiest mouths on the entire trip. A very vulgar teenager. Who flipped our bed the night before and then presumed to rub his naked arse all over our sheets and blankets. So we needed to have our revenge. The original idea was to throw female products all over his bed, but then the ideas progressed into better ideas. Like flipping the bed while they were in it. But, vulgar kids friend was a nice kid, and didn't want to hurt him. We had run out of ideas. Until this Mr. T-Con piped up with his smart idea, "I have a condom in my wallet." And with some help, we filled it up with soap and hot sauce and threw it at the kids face. Skip all the damage done, the choking of Mr. T-con, and skip the yelling of a drunken blonde lady, and end this story with the fact that it was a perfect way of revenge towards a "Just turned 14" year old boy.

Continuing onto the next story of this summer:

Shortly after the amazing experience on the house boat, Cindy, Angela and I all decided to get tattoo's of the memories of Summer '09 and of our friendship. The tattoos were going to be placed on the top of our foot, and they were to be our zodiac signs. Cindy, being a scopio, got a very large shaded scorpion, which probably hurt as much as mine, but is still very awesome looking. I, being a capricorn, got a large Horse-Sea-Monster thing. Which was one of the most painful things I have done for a while. And Angela, being a taurus, got a dinky smally "delicate" unshaded outlining of a bull. No shade or anything, because "its not her style and her work might not allow it". Even though she could cover it up wearing tennis shoes. Oh well (Our little "friendship" circle is mad at the fact that angela didn't even say goodbye to us before she left to college.. Great friend huh?)

Although, I do not regret getting the tattoo because Cindy and I will always be friends.

After this summer, I basically am part of Cindy's family. I am always invited to her family gatherings and all her family know my name. I even have my own key and gate opener. We have spent almost every single day together. Going to Lake Erie and getting womans hair (sea weed) stuck in between our toes had many memories also. We stayed in the cutest bed in breakfast, in the hood. I thought my car was going to be bashed in. But all in all, Lake Erie Trip= Good Times.

Through her I met "Soontar" and we all discovered pods in the nearby ponds of Cindy's property. One day, they will decide to leave their home and take over our brains, so we must be prepared.

We also had a few good nights at Cindy's lodge. Where "The Group" taught me how to play Dungeons and Dragons. Which my character would be a very awesome character, if only I was good at rolling high numbers on the dice. Which I have found out, I'm not good at that. When rolling a dice to kill a raptor, I had to roll 6 dice. I rolled 5 ones, and 1 four... Did not kill the raptor, didn't even make him bleed. After that roll, everyone quit and took a swim. We did this 2 days in a row. Lots of pillow hogging, lots of back rubs, and lots of interesting conversations. Like, 2 in the morning madness, where we talk about animals making the sounds of their names. Like a cow, wouldn't moo. A cow would say, Cow. Lets just say that almost everyone was dying from lack of breathing capability due to the laughing fits that came after these conversations. All and all, Cindy's lodge is one of my favorite places to gain new memories.... BEAR.

Cindy and I also saw one of our favorite bands in Cleveland. The concert consisted of Kiros, Ivoryline, Closure in Moscow, and our favorite, Emery. It was so hot, so sweaty, but it felt like ecstasy. The best concert I have ever been too. It ended with getting someone from every band to sign an article of clothing. Getting free posters and making friends with the band Kiros. Where we later went to eat wendy's with in the parking lot and had a jolly good ol' time.

Cindy and I spent every day together up till she went on a road trip to Wisconsin with her boyfriend of 2 years, Sam. So, for about a week and a half, I had to distract myself. The first day, I went to see an Eagles cover band with an old friend by the name of Ritchey. And then ran into another old friend who had just gotten her hips peirced. Which looks like it would be extremely painful, but extremely sweet at the same time.

Later that night, I wanted to cheer up a good friend, Jake, on the night of his birthday because no one had gotten him cake. So I got him a peice of pie, ate some food with him, and decided to spend the night out at the cabin. Twas a very fun night filled with hottubing, movie watching, and star gazing in the hammock (which is always my favorite thing to do). He said it was one of his best birthdays, so I was happy to help. And of course, we watched the sun rise, and I got about 9 bug bites. Cause "I'm just so delicious."
Thursday, I slept. And boy, was it a good sleep. But that night, I went to see a Beatles cover band with Ritchey and continued on to watching a few episodes of Dexter. Which, in my opinion, is a very good show. I think I would like to watch more. But later that night, I stayed up playing World of Warcraft. Because I'm that good. I lvl slowly, but I have alot of fun playing, and that's all that counts to me.

Friday, I went to celebrate the birthday's of Mr. Jake, Mr. Mark, and Ms. Brianna. Which was a bit awkward because of the people there, and Cindy being missing. I didn't talk to many people. Mainly because I'm just not that outgoing (which is something I need to work on, but is hard to work on because of my low self-confidence issue I also have to deal with). It's great....

Later that night, I ate corn, some meat, and smores at a mini-cookout with Soontar and Brandonamp. Gained a few more bugbites. Star-gazed. And learned how to make a UFO. And even made a big explosion with a lighter in the campfire. Had many random conversations and made up a dangerous game, by the name of Cutthroat Cup. Should not try to explain the rules of such a deadly game. But I can tell you how I got these scars.

Played alot of WoW while Cindy was gone, but also made new memories with new people. Like the Next thursday, which was a movie night with Soontar and Brandonamp. After forgetting the ice cream in my freezer and scarily flying over a hill, we finally made it back to watch Ferris Bueler's Day Off. And old-time favorite. Ate some food, then watched Hot Fuzz. Also, a very good/funny movie. Ate some ice cream and watched Iron Giant. Which is when Brandon finally fell asleep. Soontar and I made some tea, and told stories of our past. Where I remembered that I was a very Clumsy kid. Left around 4 to take me home, and hit an opossum on the way back. RIP buddy.

Next night was filled with adventures beyond belief. The 3 of us stayed at the cabin. We had stocked up on supplies and went on many dangerous adventures. Graveyard walk, Zombie Sheep movie, Midnight death walk to cindy's (where we jumped into corn to hide from cars, and I had also jumped into some thorn bushes.) Hammock swinging. Then we climbed a roof. And I, of all people, got many scratches and bruises. But I just call them Battlewounds.

The next night, Cindy came back, and we celebrated by taking Jake and Drake to the cabin. Where I felt left out for some reason, and decided to chug 4 things of Jack Daniels Black Jack Cola within less than 10 minutes. Then drank 1 more later on. That deffinately helped with my "outgoing" problem. I was a silly girl and had blood red eyes. Although, it was still fun, not going to lie. Cindy had fun just watching me. Haha. But I think I upset Jake a bit. But, it's all good.

And that is about it for the funness of my summer. So far. Not including what will happen this Thursday when Soontar, Brandonamp, Cindy, possibly Sam, and I stay at the cabin again. Many more adventures to be had before the 8th of September when it is time to go back to college. But many adventures to be had after the 8th of September as well. ;)