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May 31, 2002 on 12:12 am | In Blogger |

*doink*

No, I do not know why I just said that. Yay randomness.

Today I slept in until someone woke me up at a quarter to ten…then the brother-types had The Price Is Right on, so we watched that. It was like I told them, what is summer break without The Price Is Right? Nothing says summer like Bob Barker.

So, you want to know how to occupy Talya for five hours or more? Give her a puzzle to work on! Well, it only took me so long because it was a Puzzle 3-D—a lighthouse! I finished it and everything. I think tomorrow I’ll put it back in its box. While doing the puzzle I was playing all sorts of CD’s in the DVD player—mostly Moby, of course. While “Bodyrock” was going on, my mom came in.

“What group is this?” she asked.

“Moby.” Errk he’s only my all-time favorite musician…

“Who?”

“Moby.”

“Moody?”

“MO-BY!” I bellowed.

“Oh.” She listened some more. “I don’t like it.”

Well, gee, I didn’t ask for your opinion. And, you did like him last week when he performed on SNL. Ah, well. She did like my puzzle, though.

After doing the puzzle, we couldn’t stargaze, as planned because of the fire on Mt Lemmon, so we went and played croquet at Dennis Weaver instead (”we” being Jessie, Sean, Leeann, Jeff, and Grant. Sarah and Tasha were coming too, but we never saw Tasha, and Sarah showed just as we left). Croquet was fun. Funny, that is. I think we all enjoyed ourselves silly, and Leeann had the bright idea of us all going to Eegee’s afterwords (for those of you not in Tucson, it’s this business franchise all over the city…someone had the bright idea of coming up with a smoothie/ice drink thing that really hits the spot known as “Eegee’s slushies”). We all got the same thing, and had loads of fun there, too, except for an episode in which the people working there tried to lock us in. Bastards.

Then we all went home. So strange, it all is. Yoda I am~

Bug bites. Yes, it is summer here, and you know summer has officially started because so have the bug bites. You see, I am an unfortunate one whose epidermis is apparently cursed with a misquito’s idea of a feast. So, would you like to know how many bug bites are on my body as of yet? Let me count….1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11…plus the two on my foot, 13! :Oh wait, I forgot about the one that was on….umm, we’ll not count that one.

And, guess what? We have no cream in the house for healing this debacle on my body. What can I do but scratch at them? Scratch, scratch, scratch, watch ‘em bleed…ewww. So, have you ever wondered why it is that there are so many hideous scars on my legs? You got it—from many summers in my childhood spent scratching.

Sabb believes that misquitos came to Arizona with the introduction of CAP (Central Arizona Project) water (basically what they do is “purify” [meaning loading the water with chemicals so it can travel safely down dirty pipes only to get soiled again, except to a greater degree] water from the Colorado River). CAP water is so nasty; it usually comes out brown, and when Arizona first introduced it, our house pipes spontaneously combusted. CAP water also kills farmers’ crops, kills fish, bleaches pools, and messes with plumbing; and yet the bureacrats running the system refuse to at least try anything else (or simply can’t—we are in a desert, after all). I think they might want to introduce CAP to L.A., too, which means I’ll never escape it. damn. So, will the misquitos be there, too? Because I think I have enough scars from past summers to last me a lifetime~