Lorelai90's Blog

I think the fact that I saw "The Parent Trap" tonight for the first time since about third grade set off a total state of regression for me. It's really funny, actually. At least I'm finding it so. Remember those "Now" CDs? It was like "Now That's What I Call Music" or something officially, but it was just Now. I guess they still make them... my sister bought Now 372 or something not too long ago. So yeah, I know they still make them. But I basically just looked up a bunch of them, and I'm going through this site my sister showed me awhile ago where you can listen to songs without actually downloading them, trying to find the songs I remember from them. Right now it's "I Love Candy" by Aaron Carter. Yep, I realize I'm ridiculous. I'm currently in my dark, soundproof room without windows regressing into my childhood. I never liked Aaron Carter all that much, actually. That was my sister's thing. She was obsessed with him. Pre-Kenny Chesney, I guess. I'm gonig to be totally honest, I like Kenny better.

"It's My Life" by Bon Jovi was on Now 5? My sister had that CD. I totally don't remember this being on it. Liked this song, don't remember it being on the CD. My dad hated that CD... I think he liked the song, though. Hmm... it's late. 12:34. Ha! Totally didn't realize that until after I typed it, but it's 1234. I wonder if you get to make a wish when it's 12:34? I doubt it, but I'm asking my sister when she comes upstairs anyway. If for no other reason, just to be annoying. It's suppossed to be up to the younger sibling to be the annoying one, but occasionally I take on the responsibility myself. I like to defy the stereotypes. Who says the older one can't be painstakingly annoying from time to time? Besides, it's fun. And my sister is really funny when she's annoyed... which totally isn't my fault.

I've concluded that the whole internet is currently dead. OLC- dead. Famesters- dead. I'm the only person on right now. Normally there are at least a couple of people on Famesters, even if they're people I don't know. That way at least I feel like the internet isn't dead.

Realistically I shouldn't be here right now, either. My mom decided it would be a good idea to have a big 75th birthday party for my grandma, and although nobody's suppossed to be here for almost an hour, some of my crazy relatives are already here. The thing is, I can't stand my extended family. My grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins I'm okay with, but any more removed than that, it gets weird. My grandma had six sisters and a brother, so my extended family on that side is massive, and extremely crazy. One of her sisters is downstairs now, although I haven't made an appearance yet because my mom thinks I'm still doing my hair or something, but apparently the one that's currently downstairs covers up mirrors because she's afraid of them. Why? My family is insane. I really don't want to go downstairs until my best friend gets here. I'm making her come so there's someone here I can actually talk to besides my sister. Okay, I'm being semi- overdramatic. I can recognize that. My aunt and uncle are going to be here, although I don't know why because they're not related to the grandma whose birthday it is, and I can tolerate them. I actually like my aunt a lot. And then my mom's best friend's coming, and I like her, too. And my neighbors, they're alright. And my grandma, obviously. But do I really have to talk to the crazy distant relatives? We have a really big mirror in our living room... I wonder if my grandma's random sister is going to be afraid of that entire room? I wonder if my sister's going to be able to stop herself from carrying a compact around just to drive this lady insane? I wonder if I'm going to be able to actually talk to these people without going insane?

I'm in a fairly random mood, so I figured blog posting would be a cool thing to do. So that's what I'm doing.

So, today. Not a particularly eventful day. I went to a parade my sister had to march in, which was sort of fun I guess... it was a Fourth of July parade... as far as I know, the whole parade was just policemen, a couple of search dogs and then our marching band. Possibly because as soon as our marching band passed my dad decided it would be a cool idea to try to catch up with them again so he could get videos of my sister twirling... I have a feeling we didn't get much, because by the time we caught up they were at the end of the parade, anyway. It was sort of good though, because a lot of my friends are in marching band, so I saw them for the first time this summer.

Marching band is a crazy thing. At least it is at our school. It's almost cult-ish. It's extremely based on tradition and every weird little thing they do has been done for about a hundred years. Partially because the band director, who nobody really likes, is ancient. Well, not really, but she's been teaching and band directing for a really long time. I know people whose parents had her as a band director. Crazy. Anyway, my best friend came up with this crazy club or something, I actually don't know exactly what it is, but it's a bunch of us that are against marching band. It's called GUAM. Originally you were suppossed to move the G to the end, so it would stand for United Against Marching Geeks, but my best friend got tired of justifying the moving the G to the end part to people, so now I think we've changed it to Geeks United Against Marching. Yep, we do realize we're calling ourselves geeks. We don't care. It's more of a joke now than anything else I think, based on a couple of my fairly good friends are in marching band, and now my sister, and for awhile my best friend, president of GUAM, was going out with this kid that's extremely into the whole marching band thing. But it's still fun to talk about GUAM when they're talking about band camp. They do that, too. They get back from band camp and it's all they can talk about. The stereotypical "One time, at band camp..." stories really do happen. It's annoying. But whatever. All I can say is if my sister does that constantly after she gets back, I'm throwing something at her head. I'll warn her about that risk beforehand. That way maybe she'll at least be prepared. Wear a helmet if she's planning on telling band camp stories. Something like that.

So, OLC is dead again. Slightly depressing. So I'm just going to ramble here. Because it's what I do. Rambling is good.

My best friend slept over last night, which was really great because I haven't seen her that much since school ended. It was sort of funny though, we ended up staying up until somewhere around six this morning simply because we weren't tired until then. And then we had to wake up at eight to go to a swim meet that for some reason got rescheduled after we got rained out of one for nine in the morning. Two hour nights of sleep are the best. Yet somehow I'm not really tired now. I'm actually sort of hyper. It's amusing. I've determined that the two of us are the biggest dorks on the face of the earth. We were both working at different pools at the same time last night (we both lifeguard), and she called me because there was nobody in her pool. I talked to her for somewhere around two hours, because there was nobody in my pool either, and it was really amusing because we both had to test the chlorine at the same time and close at the same time... we were actually comparing chlorine readings. So funny.

Basically though, I attempted to get her to join OLC approximately every half hour last night. Once this morning, I actually got her to the registration page while she wasn't paying attention, sitting at my computer facing away from the screen. When she turned back around, I said something to the effect of "get my hint?" and she CLOSED THE WINDOW. That girl... I swear she will never learn. I even gave her a free membership for her birthday, and told her it was a limited time offer so she should take advantage... and she still hasn't. She says she's going to wait until I'm not expecting it (reminiscent of what I kept telling Lola for awhile about smiley-attacking her in a review... there's a reason we're friends) and then completely creep hoping I don't realize it's her. So a warning to all on OLC: if a random new member shows up that seems completely off the wall, and possibly starts talking about things I did when I was two, especially if her screen name is referencing Julie Andrews in any way, remember two things. First, that's just my best friend being... herself. And second, she didn't know me when I was two, so any and all stories are null and void.

I just realized I haven't posted anything here in a really long time. Time to ammend that.

I was suppossed to have a swim meet tonight... but it pretty much hardcore stormed, so it didn't happen. Perfectly fine with me. Actually, my friend, my sister and I were sitting outisde in the rain pretending we heard thunder, hoping it would actually come true so we wouldn't have to swim. Apparently it worked. Or something did, because the meet did get cancelled. But for some reason they're trying to reschedule it now... it's summer swim team, we never reschedule meets when we get stormed out. We just don't. Last year, I don't think we ever actually had a meet at home. Every single time, it stormed. If we'd rescheduled all of those, we'd still be trying to get them in. Yet for some reason, the rescheduling thing actually worked, and I have to be at the stupid meet at nine o'clock on Saturday morning. Yuck.

I still don't feel like it's summer. I have no idea why, either. I'm not in school, I'm doing summer swim team, my sister and I went swimming at my neighbor's house yesterday... I even watched Gilmore Girls while I was eating lunch today. All summer things. I don't know about this summer though, I think it's going to be weird. Right now, my best friend's on vacation, and I haven't even heard from her since the last day of school... which is really weird. Usually I talk to her almost every day, even in the summer. But I mean, even once she gets back she's working semi-constantly, so it's not like I'm really going to be able to see her that much. And now I have all kinds of people trying to rope me into working at this pool that's ridiculously close to my house, but I already have a job, and it's quite a bit further away, but the pool's small and the apartment complex is just a bunch of senior citizens that for the most part don't swim, so it's the easiest and best job I could really hope for, plus I like the manager. The pool that's trying to recruit me is huge, and I might actually have to yell at people if I work there, which I don't want to do. I probably shouldn't have been a lifeguard. And it's managed by a bunch of airheads, and I'm fairly sure they're going to try to get me to work practically every day because they're understaffed, which I really don't want to do. I already have a job. Granted, I'm only working a couple of days there, but that was fine with me. The part that's really annoying me is that realistically I should just turn it down, but my parents are pretty much forcing me into taking it. Um, okay. My life, not yours? And now they're yelling at me for not having called back the psycho people that keep calling me about it, saying that I'm making a bad impression or something. Excuse me for making a bad impression on people that I have no reason to impress, lest they not hire me for a job that I don't want.