My first official day of sophomore year is tomorrow, August 19, 2004. Wish me luck and expect to find a fully detailed (if not slightly ranty) account of my first day posted here sometime tomorrow afternoon.

Pray for me! *whimper*

~Princess

I have a question. And I know no one really wants to hear about my pathetic problems, but I'm gonna tell you about them anyway. A very close guy friend of mine, whom I love but in a platonic sense, asked me out. I want to say no, but I care too much about hurting his feelings and can't bring myself to flat out say it. Any ideas? Thanks everyone.

~Cess

Have you ever rolled out of bed one morning and thought to yourself, I'm not making ANY plans today. I'll just decide what I want to do as I do it? Well, I had one of those days today. It kicked major monkies! I know what anyone who knows me is thinking, Cess do something spontaneous? ALERT THE PRESS, IT'S THE APOCALYPSE!!

Relax, it was nothing that major...kinda. Anyway, I woke up at like seven fifteen in the morning, after getting to bed after midnight, and decided to go hiking. I finished the whole trail with my mom and my aunt, and I was SO proud of myself. And then I tagged along with my mom and sister to their haircut appointment, where I attempted to talk my mom into getting herself a brilliant red mohawk. Unfortunately, I failed.

Then it was back to the house to hang out before heading to the mall. At the mall, we shopped around, got birthday presents for my step-dad, and then we stopped in at Claire's where, drum roll please, I got my left ear pierced. In the cartilage. TWICE! Boo ya! Hurray for me!

It hurts like a beast when I lay on it or touch it though. Oh well. I still did it and that's what's important!

~CeSs

I recently came across an article on the internet stating that the U.S. Navy has been testing a new kind of sonar called LFA. National security is necessary, but I doubt the death of marine life is. As it turns out, the Navy was supposedly secretly testing this low frequency sonar in international waters without proper clarification. The sounds of this sonar are so loud that they can maim, deafen, and kill whales, dolphins, and fish. It's the equivalent of dying from a migrane headache. For more information, visit the URL below.

http://environment.about.com/cs/oceans/a/LFAS.htm" title="http://environment.about.com/cs/oceans/a/LFAS.htm" target="_blank"http://environment.about.com/...

Thanks for caring.

~Cess

God. I'm so sick and tired of these ridiculously overpriveleged little tarts whining on about their nonexistant problems. I don't know if I can take another post of: Everyone hates me, Brittany yelled at me today, what am I gonna do? Or: Dude, I think Josh is pissed at me. My life sux.

IT'S SO FREAKING ANNOYING!

Don't get me wrong, I know everyone does this, myself included, but I still think it's annoying. Okay. Rant over.

People say that you can't remember anything before the age of seven. It's like you just burst into life at the age of seven. It's crazy! But I think that I'd like to be hypnotized in order to remember all the stuff I've forgotten someday. Just for fun, you know? I'd like to see how intellectual I was as a baby. That'd be something wouldn't it? Anyway. Just a thought. I'm a computer addict, thus all the entries.

I spent the majority of my day at the hotel that my uncle's mom is staying at. I was employed, along with my little sister, to help him watch his triplet boys in the pool. Hence the whole sun-baked thing. I managed to get away with slightly pink cheeks, and I was having fun watching the rather pretty pool boys.

I think it's a requirement to be at least a little pretty if you're going to work poolside at a hotel. Pity.

Anyway, I went back-to-school shopping. It was fun-ish. Yeah, for future reference, I'm a rambling, crazy person. And I have yet another random thought/question for everyone to think about.

What exactly are the best years of your life? Personally, I would think each year would be the best year of your life, considering the fact that you're still alive. Anyway, think about it.

~Cess

:cry: I'm so awful! I planned on coming back to my tBlog and never got around to. I became a Livejournal slut! Please forgive me!!!

Ah, anyway. Not much new is going on in my life right now. I'm working on a short story, pieces of which I'll post here for editing and reader commentary, of course! X3

Other than that, I'm merely preparing for my birthday party and dreading the day that school begins again. I'll be a sophomore in high school, and I hate that the kids who were sevvies when I was an eighth grader are returning to torment me. I'm not giving them any warnings this time around. If they're still as self-centered and stuck-up as they were when I knew them, they've got a rude awakening on its way.

Now that I'm done venting, I think I should post a few random thoughts....'cause my thought process is amusing. At least, I consider it amusing.

Okay, today's random thought: If you could go back up to one full year (365 days) into the past, what would you change? Know that answer to that question? Good. Here's its partner in crime. How would that event that you changed alter your life today?

See? I'm good.

Bye now,

CeSs