So uninspired.

It is almost impossible to read a 32-page letter in one sitting.

So, in case you didn't know, I have a friend that lives in Wisconsin. She's totally awesome (and Asian). Just about a week ago, she was in China and she came back on July 4th! I missed her so much, and I just received the package she sent me today!

She bought me so much stuff you guys. And also provided me with empty Pretzel/brownie packages and this really interesting candy stuff. :)

AND. She also sent me a THIRTY TWO PAGE LETTER. Who has time to read a THIRTY TWO PAGE LETTER?

...me.

I'm on page 14 right now, and I've already started replying in my notebook. However, I'm trying to make it just as long as hers, and I'm only on page 6. So it's going to be kind of hard to get it up to 32 pages - BUT I'M GOING TO DO IT.

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I bought a new Sarah Dessen book today! Someone Like You.

Hopefully it's as good as I hope.

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Well wow, I suck. I totally had something else to say, and I just forgot it. Right.

BEAUTIFUL.

DIRTY.

RICH.

Lady GaGa <3

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CherryCherryBoomBoom.

Thanks for reading this. LoveBeav <3

I've Got Nothing

Sometimes the mind draws a blank.

Forgive me, this post is going to be somewhat disinteresting (is that even a word?). I have nothing in my mind that I want to write about. For real. So you might as well just stop reading right now, or it'll be a good waste of time that you could be using to color, ride bicycles, watch rainbows, and GET F*CKED UP!

Sorry, that was an inside joke.

Hummm. I'm writing a book, for anyone that's interested. Here's a little blurb from the first chapter. :) You should comment if you want to read the whole thing :D :

I hadn’t looked at the brochures since, but suddenly now they sat in front of me, littering my cheap cotton sheets with expensive payments and ambitious majors and We Want You! and Class of 2013, Will You Be In It?

No, I wanted to say to the friendly-looking students on the cover of the Princeton brochure, I won’t—I’m just not Princeton material.

These students on the cover, although I knew they probably weren’t real students at the college, were not people I’d hang out with. The girls were all wearing iron-pressed pastel polo shirts. They were all tucked in neatly to their khaki pants, and chocolate, leather belts winded through the loops of their pants. It wasn’t my style, but it was definitely Emma’s.

And that's all! Wasn't that intriguing? I bet you're wondering who Emma is right now. Well, you'll have to read it to find out, hot benches.

That's right. Benches is the new thing. It's in. Like parachute pants used to be in but aren't anymore, and how neon tights and legwarmers used to be in, and then they weren't and now they are again.

MOM JEANS. Yeah, benches.

Benches means bitches, in case anyone was wondering.

I also stole that term from Gianna DeCarlo. <3

I guess I'm just tired and uninspired. HA! That rhymed.

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MUCH LOVE,

LoveBeav <3

SOLD OUT?!

It is probably not a good idea to shop for good books in a department store - you will more than likely be unsuccessful.

So, I went shopping today. And seriously, I was just going to buy some shirts and some shorts, and then my eye decides to act up. Apparently, I slept on it last night, and now it's completely effed up. I don't know what I did to it, but it messed up my contact, and I can't see shit out of my left eye. Okay. It's not that bad. But really. Think about it.

Think about it.

But anyways, so we go to the mall and the first store we go to is Vanity. First, my mom picks up a pair of shorts that are size 27, I try them on, they're a little bit too small. She goes and grabs a different pair of shorts and I put them on. They were a SIZE 33. Really? That's a SIX SIZE DIFFERENCE. So, of course, anytime I tried to move they'd fall down to my ankles. Perfect.

Needless to say, finding shorts was somewhat unsuccessful today.

On to the real topic of this post. Sarah Dessen is just amazing, amazing, and amazing. Her writing is brilliant, and I love it. Seriously, Tuesday night I stayed up until 6 a.m. reading The Truth About Forever. So of course when I'm at Target today, I want to look for her new book, Along for the Ride. I go to the book section, all ready to buy it, and it's SOLD OUT. Really? Sold out? What the crap? There were probably 3 copies of the book total, so yeah, I guess that makes sense, but now I have to wait for Sherry (my friend from Wisconsin) to send it to me in the mail.

So unfair.

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I despise summer assignments. Despise.

I don't understand why I have decided to put myself through this. Next year, I am taking all Advanced classes, which causes me to have a pile of summer assignments stacked up to my bedroom ceiling. I might as well dig my grave now. It'll be great. They'll look at the forms and be like, "How did she die?" And it'll say, right there: "Cause of death: An overdose of literature and poetry."

So there's that.

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Celebration of the American Revolution? I think not.

My question of the day is: Why the hell do we shoot fireworks on the 4th of July?

And I have asked this question several times today, each time coming up with some variation of, "Well, it's patriotic, and we're celebrating breaking away from Britain." (aside from the occasional, "Americans like to watch things go boom")

My real question is: How is this patriotic? I mean really, go outside and burn some money on your front lawn (as this is basically the equivalent of shooting some fancy 50 dollar rocket into the air and watching it explode). How patriotic do you really think that is? Really?

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On a happier note, my mother, the famous Bug-Eyed, Tree-Hugging Wife Swap Star, has created a montage of her best moments, starting with the oh so wonderful original footage.

It's pretty amazing. You can watch it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MgLHTlQco68.

In case you were wondering to yourself in a very moronic fashion (as I am imagining you are, staring at the computer screen with a glaze painting your eyes as you read my blog, mumbling to yourself in frustration at all of the "big" words I am using - just kidding), yes, I am in fact that little girl from the Beaver/Smoak episode of Wife Swap.

But pedophiles, don't you dare come searching for me thinking you're going to take me to a cheap Days Inn and chop me up into pieces in the bathtub, leaving me to rot into oblivion. That won't work. My dad's almost as efficient as Liam Neeson in "Taken" (side note: Brilliant film!). Just kidding, again. He's more efficient with a hacksaw, more than anything. Watch out. He'll be coming after you with a power tool.

I also know martial arts. Kind of. Okay, for about half an hour in 6th period this year, a guy taught us defense mechanisms, and I kind of failed at it, so that's partially a lie.

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