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Camryn made this for me. And we have good news! This morning my dad found my red notebook! He woke me up by putting it on my bed. I was so happy. Everything's in there too--my calendars, TDLs, brainstorms--everything. Hurray! Last night, my VIPs went missing. They're my Very Important Pens. Now, I know this makes me sound possessive and OCD, but I have pens that are very special to me. I use them to color code my agenda. Red, purple, green, blue, and black. Well, they went missing last night, and I looked for them all over the place. I suspected my sisters, but after a tantrum of theirs, they firmly denied taking them. That left only one culprit. MOM. Mom ended up taking my pens. I guess she thought they were hers, or thought that I had stolen them... so she took them. Turns out my family's a whole bunch of thieves, huh? LOCK UP YOUR STUFF! It's the ONLY way to keep everyone out of it.

Okay, so I spoke too soon. Yesterday may have been swell, but today really sucked. It wasn't even one of those "Awww, your day was AWFUL, honey!" days. It was one of those "Damn, that sucks" days. On a scale of one to ten? Eh, we'll give it a 5. Let's just say it could have been a lot worse. Shitty thing #1: I lost one of my notebooks. I carry around a couple of steno pads with all of my notes, TDLs, idea lists, brainstorms, and even some calendars I tucked between the pages. Plus, in the front I have the rough drafts of the articles I wrote for Youth and Government earlier this year. My notebooks are sentimental to me. I rarely crumple up ANY of the pages, even if they only have notes back and forth between me and one of my friends. I just don't do it. In conclusion, losing one of my notebooks is like losing a toe. I can live without it, but it still feels really weird. Shitty thing #2: My favorite baseball player, Chase Utley, broke his hand tod...

Well, today didn't feel like my life. It almost felt like I had stepped out of my own shoes, and into...Marcia Brady's. It was filled with pleasant little events that I know I seriously took for granted. I woke up late, due to the fact that I was up until 3 am running a stupid virus scan on this thing--little sisters just don't know how to stay off of virus-ridden sites. When I finally woke up, I chilled. Pretty much all day. Then, towards the late afternoon, we convinced my mother to go miniature golfing with myself, my sisters, my sister's boyfriend, and his cousin. The ride there sucked, but the actually golfing wasn't so bad. Things just get tense with my family because two of us are always fighting. We went home, my mother made this awesome-tasting dinner, and once we'd digested, we had a nice, family oriented game of volleyball. How lovely, right? Then we watched the Phillies play the Nationals and win in 14 innings...Ryan Howard hit a walk-off two-run h...

Ugh, I had a pretty nasty case of persistent hiccups tonight. (Point in case, had . Free at last, free at last! Thank God Almighty I am FREE AT LAST!) My diaphragm still hurts like the Dickens. I came down with these nasty hiccups after dinner, and quickly my sister's boyfriend suggested gulping down water through a straw whilst holding my ears closed. And it worked. For a while, at least. At a quarter to eleven, they came back. And I had them until just a few minutes ago, when I gulped more water. Hopefully this time they'll stay away for good. Apparently, hiccups are a big deal in my family--I've heard the story about my grandfather* countless times. *Apparently my mother's father had the hiccups for two days, and had to get a vaccine in his ass. Don't ask me, I have NO IDEA. Well anyways, that little tidbit is just a prelude to the explanation of my itsy-bitsy hiatus. Now I get to explain my fun weekend. Yay! Friday - Nothing but cleaning for the Family Reunion/G...

I'm done with Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Yay!