Recently, all I can think about is how to have the perfect summer. I just applied to a summer program at Columbia, which I am pretty sure I'll get in. Also, I've been planning my sweet sixteen--V.I.P. style. It's kind of a cute idea, and mostly, my favorite gay interior designer friend is planning it(love Gregoire). Still, it's not enough. I don't want a single second of boredom; I had too much boredom last summer and I won't let it happen again. I've been looking at camps and classes for filmmaking, baking, etc.  Nothing! Anything I do find conflicts with Columbia, isn't for my age, or some other reason.  Also, I've been thinking of working a week or two as a camp counsler at Bucks County Community College or I can start my own camp. I've been thinking for a while now about this business idea, My Lil Sous Chef. The premise is that I can watch a few kids, and we can make simple recipes possibly even experimenting with an easy bake and then other activities like watching Ratatouille, etc.  Well anyway if anyone knows some things to do in Philly or Newtown, let me know. K thanx!

Halo luvees, been a while,but I did not forget. I have just been going through my closet when I realized that is finally and officially spring. This means my closet looks like a storm of bikinis and bulky sweaters and everything in between. Also, it is spring break which excites me because it is only two and a half more monthes til my b-day and...wait for it...SUMMER! Wow, I just hyped myself up way too much. Well, it felt like summer when I went away. because this year was my first real spring break and island getaway to St.Kitts. It was absolutly amazing!! We really did everything...played life-size checkers, horseback-rode in the rainforest, saw adorable munkeys in pampers, gambled(it's legal there), ate at a bottoms under pool bar,...ah, memories. Now, I'm back from island time and in the real world...damn. Well, I have crew later and we have a race this weekend and I'm so not ready, it's pathetic and we only have seven people with us right now. Honestly, I don't know how we are going to row an eight if we don't have eight and don't think we can row a four. Places to be, ciao!

All the first two trimesters of the year, I could procrastinate with no worries since I had so much free time; now, i'm "busy busy busy" (my favorite line from "frosty the snowman" besides "oatmeal" haha...good movie). Let's recap since I haven't updated in a while,

    *The other night, I went to dinner at the four seasons with Aunt Laurie. As always, it was amazing. Although later that night after we watched Grid Iron Gang, I felt really sick at two in the morning. I had an icky stomach ache and I was shivering all over. Oddly enough, I was perfectly fine the next morning.

   *Next, I went shopping. I got these adorable sunglasses. I'll put a picture of them up later. I went to babysitting night where Morgs(you) and I didn't babysit at all. My parents went to the community gala where the Amundsons actually bought my cufflings! They're not even good because I can't saw for my life. So now, they gave me back my cufflings, but I have to make them new ones. Sure...

To be continued...

Today is almost too good. Perfect blend of breeze and sun outside, suprisingly easy quizzes, all homework done, a break from crew, and a tepid cup of tea waiting for me. The radio is even reading my mind. Where's the gimmick? Am I going to be lynched by a mob of tennents for raising the condo fees? If so, I'm ready. I wish I could just float on through the music waves through the sky to somewhere where they understood my simplest desires. Oh, I'm just reminiscing. Earlier, Chrissy was playing blind man walking with me and Dr. Goldader was walking right next to her. When she opened her eyes, she leaped to her feet, then quickly feel to the ground in suprise. Dr. Goldader was clearly confused by the situation and thought something was wrong with Christina, so, he said he'd go get the nurse. We tried to tell him that she was really okay, but he just walked away puzzled. Later in Physics, Chrissy explained to Dr.Goldader that we were just playing a game where someone closes their eyes and has a friend guide them. In response, he said "You know what happens at the end of that game? The blinded person sits in a chair, all tied up, and a large thing comes over their head." He is describing an executioner's chair! My life is a tv show, I swear.

The European Union is doing a major launch for lowering obesity. France is taking the extra measure by taking away junk food advertisements. France has less than 9% obese people. Roughly 30% of Americans are overweight. Why aren't we trying as them? So, we banned trans fats in NYC. Great, that's one place in a huge country. How about Philly? We are known for cheesesteaks, soft pretzels, and cream cheese. That's one healthy diet  *attempts to do sarcasm hand sign while typing* I don't even like junk food. The problem is that we make junk food seem so much better than health food. It's not! It makes me hurl. Think about it though, childhood is associated with kool aid summers, shamrock shake marchs, and jelly filled cookies over the holidays. Who likes fruit cake or green bean casserole? No one, but we still feel it is tradition. What about "out with the old, in with the new?" Another ting people tend to do is look at anorexic people and go "I would never want to be that skinny" which is good, but those people are usually ethnic people (study show about half of heavy people are peurto rican, african-american, or other minorities) who should want to lose some weight, but be comtorable losing weight to a reasonable goal such as a BMI of 22. My BMI is about 18 and I am kind of skinny/normal. My goal is to stay healthy since heart problems and such run in my family. America should have standards on obesity.

Today was just a "blah" day, you know? I luv crew, but I'm not the right size. I'm too big for cox, but too small to row. I want something! I want to be good at something. I did basketball for years, never the right size. Always too short for center and too tall for point gaurd. I never played an instrument long enough to be good at it. I'm not fluent in any language. Can't dance or sing. Oh, if I could sing, I would be so amazed, I would sing til my voice grew sour. Sadly, I have nothing and Ashley seems to have everything on her resume. She can sing, dance, read, write, and even do crew(can cox AND row). Why on earth would a college want me? I want Columbia, but I am an okay student, very inconsistent. I have a poor memory and have no talent. Oh, so I can write poems. That's what I can do...

So, I woke up this morning with more energy than usual as in it took me five minutes to do what usually takes me an hour. That's because I am lazy. What I learned today is that sometimes I don't even try to be lazy, it's just the way it works. Such as, this morning, I stood waiting for the train for a half of an hour. Then later at crew, I sat in the launch for most of the time (I have to admit that it was pretty awesome).  Only thing is, I swore that "what happens on the launch, stays on the launch." It's like Vegas, baby! =P ...I cannot disclose any further information because Anne actually knows where I live, damn. 

It's amazing that I haven't made it to the insane asylum yet. So, my weekend has bombed. If you recall, I already had the whole math situation go down and now, we lost our debate(both times) and my computer's memory is trashed(which included my essay which I need a draft of tomorrow...nice). Well at debate, the first one actually was really close. We had very little information, but we cross-examined them left and right. The second one though, we totally screwed up. First off, we had the same judge as the last round and Caroline made it a point to let him know that we had no clue what we were doing(okay, so maybe she wrote our speechs at midnight), and then during our first speech, our whole team started laughing hysterically when Morgs said "Butros Butros-Ghali" (Da Ali G Show once teased his name and I have to agree that it is pretty entertaining). I actually snorted water out my nose. NOT a good idea haha.

So today, coach hinted that I might be our coxswain. Which is really exciting, but that means I should probably lose some weight. That means I probably will have to cut back on that nova lox and bagel at Sunday brunch. =P Also, my grades in math(only math though) have slightly slipped, so in order to stay in honors (which I've been in my whole life) I will have to get an A this trimester. One problem, I already have a 79% this trimester. Also, now my mom still wants me to take the 4 hour a day everyday of the summer geometry course even though I can't use it to skip geometry in 10th grade because I don't have an A. Argh!