babble
Erm...let's see...

I had a great lesson today, but for some strange reason I think Susan hates me. I have to come up with a show name for Scout. Any ideas? He's a black percheron/hackney cross, he's 15.2 hands, and he's doing first level dressage. He came from Canada and I <3 him sooo much! All the names I came up with were stupid things like 'Vindicated' and 'Black Jack' and 'The Beautiful Disaster'. Blah.

WEll...I guess that's it.

I'll be offline for a while. I'm leaving for D.C. tomorrow and coming back Thursday, but my time on the internet will be very, very limited, since 7th grade is starting soon and I went over my 20 hours a month limit. I'm here at my dad's office (again *sigh*) and I'm supposed to be cleaning.




well....whatever.

'We know where we go...we go where we know"

I threw up three times yesterday from the heat. Irene had come to watch my lessons and I got dehydrated. My poor horse...I think he was worse off that I was. I threw up twice at the barn and once after Irene had taken me home. Jill didn't even come, thank God. Don't know what I would have said to her.

Do you get along with my parents? I always fight with my mom--ALWAYS. She can be such a fag.

"Cut the skin to the bone, fall asleep all alone, here your voice in the dark. Loose myself in your eyes...I can't let this kill me..."

AAHHHH! This is obsessive!!!
*cough*

This sux
[07.19.04] School starts back the 18th of August. I have less than a month of freedom. That's why it's so important to finish this site now, while I have time. I won't have time during school. I re-did the site today. I even added a section all about bananas. Yeah! Everybody must think I'm so wierd. The banana thing is an inside joke. If you're not on the inside, you won't ever know. My heart cries for you. Really. I'm so nervous about tomorrow. I get to see Chris and Irene, but Jill is coming too. What am I supposed to say to her? "It's OK Jill, everyone lies and is decietfull every once in a while!" No, I'm just going to be nice, but cold at the same time. She's not going to stay anyway because she has a lesson at 10. Poor Susan. She has no idea these people are coming. I hope she won't get mad at me.

I made this blog today...hopefully I'll actually write in this one.