Lies and falsehoods, Padfoot!

Ok kids, I think we need a weekend recap.

Friday:
Went to see The Lake House with Janeea, Sarah, Hannah, Liz, Jackie, and Erin. LOVED it. Sarah and I tried really hard to break each others' hands because we didn't know how it was going to end and OMG it was great. I laughed, I cried, I chewed my knuckles (which is the mark of truly good movie) and I still like Keanu Reeves.


Saturday:
Went to Renee's party. Tripped over her stairs and broke my shoe and scraped the shit out of my knee, all in one fell swoop. (Honestly, I shouldn't be allowed to walk.)

Ate. A lot. God her mom makes good food. Renee, I love you, and your mother, and all the food in your house. In that order.

Played with adorable dogs and sat and chilled with awesome people like Anna and Aaron and Vanessa and others. Met a girl named Cassie, and one named Nicole, who played Little Red Riding Hood in Into the Woods.

And then I ate some more.

Hope Renee liked her presents!


Saturday/Sunday:
CAMPING.

Ok. I didn't want to go camping. I don't camp. I'm not terribly fond of canoes, it was dark, I hate bugs, I was told I was going to get eaten by a bear or attacked by a weirdo, and peeing in the woods...Yeah.

Well, I think my friends (or at the very least, Janeea) have figured out that if you reassure me enough I will do a lot of the things that I don't do. And I would like to deeply and sincerely thank Janeea, because CAMPING WAS AWESOME.

Seven teenaged girls canoed out to a campsite, in the mostly dark, with a shit load of stuff, set up a tent, built a fire, cooked hot dogs and s'mores and whatever else we wanted, spent the night, did not get eaten by a bear or attacked by anything, peed in the woods, (I) did not get bit by ANYTHING, and then cleaned it all up and canoed back. (And we didn't tip the canoe either, no matter how much I was panicking about it.)

So there.

We are women, hear us kick ass.

I also caught a tadpole in a water bottle, and named him Ted. Ted the Tadpole. He's bi-lingual and has little legs and a little mouth and little eyes and someday he's going to turn into Fred the Frog.

Chittenden Dam is GORGEOUS in the morning. (There are big fucking rocks and sun and sky and water and mountains and GAH.) Really and truly gorgeous. I felt like Peter Pan. Don't ask why, but I felt so much like him that I crowed.

It was great.


Sunday:
Made it back from camping in one piece, hung with Renee for a little while, watched A Knight's Tale and then took a nap. Heh.


Ok. For some reason, my parents went out and bought a net and a volleyball and a badminton set. So if anyone wants to play... (Why? Why do they buy these things? The telescope that we've never used, the piano that no one in my house can play...Why?)


And last but not least, I finally saw Tristan and Isolde. It was ok. I mean, it wasn't bad, but it was pretty predictable and all I really cared about was that he was very very very pretty. (But since I am a total sap, I believed the whole "love conquers all and is stronger than death" bit. So I liked it, is my point)


And that's the end of this long ass entry.

I just don't understand how anything done out of love can be wrong. I just don't.


And I don't mean crazy psychotic "I killed her because I loved her" love. I mean real "I would do anything to keep you safe and happy" love.

I'm so upset that I'm crying. I don't want to go to Hell, but I just can't believe that homosexuality is a "go straight to Hell" sin. I just can't understand it. I can't and won't believe that Matthew Shepherd is in Hell. I can hardly believe that anyone would even SUGGEST that.

God, I just don't understand.

Shopping in Burlington today with Hannah, Anna, Kristen, Kelli, and briefly, Ethan.

I bought a lot of things that I don't really need, but hey. I wanted a goth skirt with sequins and big shiny necklaces and dangly earrings.

I was totally freaking out in Urban Outfitters cause they sell such crap stuff for such outrageous prices... I was seriously way too upset by that. It put me wicked off balance and I kept bumping into things and almost knocking things over.

Then we went to the jewelry place (name = ?) which was full of reasonably priced SHINY THINGS! That cured me.

Anna tried on corsets... That was amusing. Kelli contemplated handcuffs in Spencer's, into which I dragged everybody cause Hannah was there and it was nostalgic. Sort of.

Oh, and Kelli found me a pin in Hot Topic that says "It's better to have loved and lost than to be with a psycho forever." Yeah, that's pretty much perfect. Thank you Kelli!

Hannah practically had a squeegasm in Phoenix, but I expected that.

It was a good day. A very good day. I love my friends.

Saw The Producers last night. I have never laughed so fucking hard in a theater. That was one of the funniest movies I have ever seen.

I went with Erin, Kristen, Hannah L, and Anna, and it seemed like we were the only ones laughing at the majority of the jokes. I concluded that this was because we were teenagers, so we got all the sex jokes, theater kids, so we got all the theater jokes, and musical people, so we liked the songs.

Then we went to Denny's and Renee joined us, and Anna and Renee ended up spending the night at my house.

Leo: I have this feeling inside...It's like a volcano...Ready to explode...What is that?
Max: It's called an erection.

Leo: I'm in pain, I'm wet, and I'm still hysterical!

Oh it was a funny movie.

Now I must have the soundtrack.

Anna: (At like 3am) The dead body carrying-mobile...
Me: A hearse?