Sleepover was kick-ass. Sarah and I get along well. Chase put up a big fit because of the ramp on our trailer. Silly horse. At any rate, when we got to the barn we rode around for hours and hours, got lost twice (my fault) and had a general good time. It was fun. We got home, both took showers, then my mom took us all out for Chinese and we rented anime from Blockbuster and How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days. Yeah. We watched them all (eight animes, plus the movie) until five in the morning with huge tubs of ice cream apiece, wrote some of our fanfic, then went reluctantly to bed at the realization that we would only get four hours of sleep. As it is, I can hardly keep my eyes open. I gave up on my starvation diet. It just doesn't work, especially around this time of the month. I have this insane chocolate craving.. Mom gave me a choice of going to the water park or going to a horse show next week. Three guesses as to what I picked. Duh. The show. I'd rather horse show anyday. And Chateau Elan is my fave place to do so. My USA Equestrian membership came in the mail yesterday. Woot. And so did my monthly Shonen Jump. And so did the show schedule. I've given up on Drew. He seems like...not the right kind. For me, atleast. Mr. and Mrs. Next Door went on vacation with their son Stephen (NO, NOT KORNACKI! This Stephen isn't a stalker and has a life.) and their daughter Laurel. Guess who gets to feed the kitty cats and the bird? Yeah. So at any rate, I got thirty for the whole week, which is impressive considering they have a history of paying very little, this Mr. and Mrs. Next Door. Bleh. I know you all must think I'm pathetic, but...I was in Stephen's room, feeding his birds, and thinking about him for the oddest reason. See, we're great friends. Like, almost best. We do everything together, since we were like, nine. Explore ravines, set up lemonade stands, climb trees, look under rocks to find bugs, go fishing, ride bikes, yeah. Everything. And I think I have a crush on him. Oh God. The Kid Next Door. I cannot believe it. I know he doesn't like me in "that" way.... That's okay. I'll admire from afar. I went into his closet today and just smelled his clothes. Maybe I'm some weird stalker psycho. ... I don't mind. The people stay away from you if they think you're any different from them. We are inefficient beings. The more diverse you get, the more everyone hates you, because it frightens them, this change. If you're exactly like them they can predict you, control you. But as soon as you change they do not know you, and they fear what they do not know. And what you fear you hate. OH, SHIT. I FORGOT TO WATER THE DAMN PLANTS...!