'I swear sometimes your taking me for granted I swear sometimes that your a whore' --- Life and death are exact opposites from one another. It's weird. I think about life all the time. Never once have I thought of death though, or even touched upon it in any of my entries. I just don't worry about it, or fear it. So today I decided I would think about the untouchable subject. Not negatively or promotingly (is that a word?), but in a more positive light. I figured if i had it my way... I would want my funeral to be a rejoice about my life, not mourning for my passing like typical funeral goers do. I want it to be happy, not dramatic. Also when I die, I think the whole -dress up the dead, sew a smile on them, turn their limbs to lay in a box, throw dirt on them- thing is what I WOULD NOT want. I would definatly want to be cremated. And then sent into space or thrown in the Loch Ness Monster's Lake. Yeah. That would be cool. That's the most thinking I think I'll ever do about that. --- My summer is good. Why: Going down spiral park slides in the pouring rain. Being around that certain guy that makes me happy. Smoking from a hookah, and that one killer hit. Hearing a four year old say 'Put water on a cracker, and poop on it.' Getting the new Harry Potter book. Cooking Shiskabob with my people. Buying a polaroid camera for $1.69 at the Super Saturday at the Goodwill. Chillaxing on a hammock. Destroying my eleven year old sister at Donkey Kongos. Devouring the carnival's cheese hotdogs and snocones. Rocking out to 'Wheatus- Teenage Dirtbag' with my teenage dirtbags. Watching my first episode of Family Guy buzzed on White Zfandiel. Playing too much N64. Driving around to Sublime in the summmmmertime. Telling people I am 2 percent African American. Having Serious Faceoffs (my geniously made up game) with people who are buzzed off chew. Oh yes... THE FACT THAT I AM RANDOMLY LEAVING FOR THE OCEAN IN SIX HOURS!!!!!!!!!!!! --- Cya when I get back from vacation kiddos. Much love and sexy kisses.