June 29, 2005
Ah. Another day at sea. How cool is this? Don't answer that. Becky has stopped talking about Aaron (improvement) and started talking about her hair (BAD). Yes, her hair is a mess. So's mine. No, duh. Did she expect salt and wind to be good for her golden Marsha Brady-ness? I hardly think so. I wonder how Aunt Meg is. She's not a real aunt. She's Mom's best friend from childhood. She invited me and 'a friend' (gosh, I wish I had a friend who didn't talk so much) for the fourth. You know, of July. Woot. Well, here we are. Only not. Cuz no one planned on this, did they? Yeah, I need to get a crystal ball. Then I could of stayed home. I think I might hit Becky over the head with this book. Ha ha. But that would be a bad example for Little Kid. She's awake now. I don't really know what to do around little kids. I mean, you can't start talking about guys and makeup. That would be Becky. Whatever. Little Kid's just sorta sitting there. She doesn't talk much. Once she said she was hungry. I just grunted at her. Becky's nuts over her. She started to talk about catching a fish for about twenty minutes. Very unrealistic. I think I'd eat Becky before Little Kid. Little Kid keeps quiet. I like quiet. Guess I'm not much of a people person. Silence is good. Just shut me in a locked, dark room, and I'll be happy. Nah, not completely though. I need some music in my life. Get that from Mom and Dad, I guess. Dad's a kinda singer/composer and Mom's a singer. They're loaded. So, yeah, I guess music is cool. Except when it comes out of Becky's mouth. Shudder. Don't want that. Maybe Little Kid can sing. Then again, what if she starts to sing and stinks? Then she wouldn't shut up. That'd be just what I need. Ha ha. Not. I'm getting bored. Well, not that I wasn't already. Border. That's not a word, is it? Eh, no one cares. I just had a thought. What if we die here? How retarded would that be? I want to die of some freaky thing. You know, like having your soul ripped out on the steps of a crypt. Only that might hurt. So maybe not. Starvation isn't my thing though. Not fun stuff. I wonder if we'll ever get home. Mom and Dad probably wouldn't even notice. Not that they're bad parents or anything. Just preoccupied. Not sure why they had me. Too late now, huh? Here I am. Disaster in progress. Stranded on the ocean. WARNING: MAY PROVE TO BE TOXIC. Lol. I thought I saw something for a second. Maybe not. I think my eyes are playing tricks on me. I gotta stop before I go completely crazy.