*CRASH!!!*

so i'm coming around one of the really narrow little twisty bends in the road on the way into town yesterday, minding my own buisness and suddenly, there's this big red truck, right there (!!!)
needless to say, i swerved all up on the side of the road, and so apprently, did this guy, only his side of the road was a big ditch.... with the river in the bottom of it... i hear this huge muffled crashing "plop" sort of sound and turn around in my car seat to see that the big red truck (hearafter known as the BRT) is on it's side... in the ditch... wheels spinning pointlessly... my mind was one big long "whoooooaaaaa.....", i cut off the car, beat it out the door in like... five nanoseconds, flat... running back to see if this guy is ok... he's already out of the car, staring at the bottom of his BRT and looking a little surprised, to say the least... he's fine, minor scratch... that's all, so i take my silly little ass further on down the road and alert Rick that there is, in fact, a rather large BRT in the ditch, and would he please be so kind as to get himself and his tow truck down there to jerk it out of said ditch... Rick obliged... i took my silly little ass back down to tell this guy (whose name was later revealed to be Jason) that the calvary was on it's way... we wait... for several minutes... Rick arrives, tells guy his insurance might not refund his money if Rick hauls it out since he's not technically a company... we all stare at the BRT some more... then, leaving the BRT we all pile into the tow truck and my subi and tote ourselves back up the hill, there i drop Jason-guy off with my name and phone number (in case of insurence reasons) and skeet outta there... call mum, start my conversation with her as "ME AND THE SUBI ARE OK... there's been a problem, but ME AND THE SUBI ARE OK"..hahhaa... wheee... life is so weird... especially when a DOT guy passed us, stopped to ask us if we were ok, and then drove off, a dead deer's feet sticking straight up out over the tail gate...

to clarify... Jethro Tull is a god. How could i bad mouth a group led by an insane rock-flute? and now the song "aqua lung" holds new meaning for me as both a religious expirence and as an 'oh! i know what one of those is! go me go me!' sort of feeling...

wheee!

*is very tired*
scuba diving is fun. scuba diving is wonderful. i am taking to it like a duck in a BCD. go me. need sleep... need LOTS of sleep. running on the amount of sleep that sustains a mouse... need human amounts of sleep... need to stop talking about it and actually get it... *blargh* been listening to jethro tull and eating fast food... *hates it*



ps. love you jeff, sorry the trip didn't work out, i'll drop by when i can. REALLY SORRY!!!! i am scum :( . but no quarry dive = no certification... no certification = no trip... no trip = losing nearly 500 bucks... 500 bucks = a month's pay... you get the point... much love anyway... btw, you sound exactly like i thought you would. *is happy*

AP scores

WHOOOO HOOOOOOO
I GOT A 5 ON MY ENGLISH EXAM!!!!
A 4 ON MY BIOLOGY!!
A 4 ON MY EUROPEAN HISTORY!!
whose the feckin' smarty pantses now??? hey hey baby!!! whose a smart bastard then?? who is?? who is??
oh! oh! oh! *hops up and down* I KNOW! I KNOW!!!!
MEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*ah-hem*
that is all

Highland Games

i am sunburned, bedazzled by all the kilts and bewildered by the peacefulness of a crowd that surely numbered in the thousands. i saw Clann an Drumma, and Off Kilter (love to those wonderful musicians), i bought my absent, but beloved, sister a very pretty knife, and myself three flute music books for scottish and irish folksongs. i got to hang out with my best belov'd family and shirley and mary-fay who came all the way from hendersonville, new york, and burlington, respectively. i hope next year i can compete in the scottish mod contests (singing songs in gaelic) and that my sunburn will go away. now.
only a little while longer until the next harry potter book comes out, as jon has been so kind as to spastically remind me of, i hope it's as good as the last few, and that my favorite character can be miraculusly resurected (still miffed about that)...

London

and yeah, if you assholes in the UK who thought it was such a swell idea to set off bombs want to step out side, i know about a thousand people in my area alone who would like to take a turn.

sweet!

realtives are coming! cool ones! in celebration of the that wonderful annual party of nutbars (with little chewy fruity bits) that is the Highland Games... that's tomorrow, and i'm gonna be kilt watching, so don't expect me to get on :)
here's this fall's scheduale as it stands,i had to do some fiddling with it, but since i haven't gotten my english scores back yet, it was probably in vain anyway... BUT WHO CARES!!! here is my very first (one that i'm happy with) fall scheduale :

Chemistry 1 ~ 09:00- 10:00, Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays
Chemistry Lab 1 ~ 15:30-18:30, Thursdays
Anthropology ~ 10:00-11:00, Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays
Math (something about algebraic functions and other evil things) ~ 14:00-15:00, MOndays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Fridays
Marching Band ~ 12:00-13:45, Tuesdays, Thursdays
Drawing Fundamentals (how. feckin'. wonderful.) ~ 17:00-19:00 Mondays, Wednesdays

yeah yeah, so i'm a dork, get over it.

yeeeeah... about that...

so, right, sorry guys, put away the fireworks, my loves, your partying is in vain.. apparently he doesn;t think it's "going to work out" ah well, divine signalling from the gods, i suppose... feckin' horomones, how they do lead me astray...

...zzzz...

SO TIRED!!! mike showed up at work yesterday, wanting to do end of the month stuff, and of course that means that we can't do our normal close stuff like we usually do, but instead we have to wait to do it all AT CLOSE... what a silly thing... doing close stuff at close... grrr... but it did give me time with charlie, who was trying to fax in his loan stuff... (hahaha, didn't actually end up working, he had to go to staples and do it or something like that) i ended up going to bed at like, midnight, and then having mum wake me up at 6:50 this morning to talk about whatever (was sooo not concious) and then had to go take a latin placement test... the story was abotu some kid who had the devil do his homework or somehting... it was really weird...
about this charlie person... herm... what can i say? i feel weird writing about it, then i realize that none of you people have any idea who i'm talking about... and plus writing about it kinda makes it sound like some random retarded high school thing, though now that i'm in college (WHEEE!!! go me! *dances*), i'm surprised at how much the social stuff doesn't seem to show any sign of change... i dunno if i can call him a boyfriend yet, not quite sure if he wants to keep me... though i feel the insane urge to cook for him... *twitch* *slaps self* *shakes head* gah... glad i caught myself in time :) gak... afraid of sounding too clingy, something i've actually never been accused of... too distant, yes... i just don't want to feel like i'm imposing myself on someone's life... though i suppose if i date them i shouldn't since that is part of the deal, i'm there when they call, after all... i just feel so selfish! which i suppose can be just as much of a problem... hermmm... i need to be a little more careful with this thing then i've been with relationships in the past... ergh... i feel like i should have a warning label tattooed on my forehead and my own issuable handbook... I'M SO BAD AT THIS!!! *goes off to sulk*