So... my *counts on fingers* sixth day in Italy and I'm finally so exhausted it hurts to move.

Figures everyone else, ESPECIALLY my energetic cousins, want me to do stuff with them. Help!

So here I am, poisoning this beautiful Tuscan villa with technology. (It honestly feels like I'm committing a crime since it's all rustic and everything, apart from the chlorinated pool. And I was content, until I learned we get internet access and then all bets were off.)

My entire vacation has been made because of one thing:

I saw a monk (brown robes and everything) walking down the streets of Rome, with a briefcase.

P.S. - boys still stupid


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In other news: Our duo of doom has made it to deleterius. We'll be posting most of our sporkings there, so here is the link to our double sporking of our first LOTR, and a new one by yours truly.

Gollum's Love
The previous sporking

The Sue Wants SOULS
Beware!!! 

The Dreaded Eyeflash!
Myth noticed that Moday missed one...

My brain almost never shuts off. It's constantly churning my thoughts, sometimes so fast that it feels like a low-fat fruit smoothie is sloshing around in my head. It used to not be so! Once it was a brilliant dicer and separator, grant it, it left me little time to examine the myriad of ideas that would spill out of my ears, but the amount of entertainment that my imagination provided put daytime television to shame!

Then, with several events that were specifically designed for my insanity reached me in surprising quick and single-file order, thus sending the Blender (a.k.a. my brain) into ULTRA SONIC SPEED! Thus liquefying all brilliant, world-changing, Nobel-prizing, and (the most important one) story plots just waiting for their turn with the Blank Microsoft Word Screen of DOOM! (Yes, that last object did have to be capitalized.) Soon all these beautifully sculpted dreams were lost in what was a combination of school and homework scheduling, work scheduling, friend scheduling, factoids that I keep on file, manners, and general motor functions. You can imagine the slaughter.

For two years I've spent in this haze, fervently hoping that I can clear out my head and bring it back to the organized chaos that it once was!

And finally, it seemed that the summer between my junior and senior years in high school would allow me that opportunity. All the planets were aligned (or at least looking the other way), and I was leaving my junior year with a very tight-knit group of friends (and even though 85% were leaving for college, I'm still thankful for them), all 'A's and 'B's (*bows* thank you, thank you), a healthy summer job that gives me plenty of flexible time, and an amazing vacation!

Now, as I sit down with my free time (minus the minutes I spend on my job, summer assignments, and general goofing off and secretly planning to take over the world with her friends) to spill the contents of my head on my desk and make a good summer cleaning of it all, the planets feel a disturbance in the Force! (*gasp* NOOOO!) They turn, and Uranus (because no other planet is more pissed off at Earth and I don't blame it) spots my ever selective fingers sifting through what has potential to be a brain.

Immediately, the planet with blue gas knows something must be done, and it calls all the other planets to assembly (minus Earth, of course). Uranus explains the situation, and all the other planets agree that no one, even this spectacularly gifted individual, should be allowed to break through the almost impenetrable Haze of Confusion. (The planets are not that great at naming things.)

Suddenly, back on Earth, a proverbial Comet of Social Chaos (and they're melodramatic too) pw0ned one, Monday, in the head, knocking her out cold for a full fifteen seconds.

When I regained conciousness, everything that I considered serene started bleeding through my fingers, interrupting my concentration, and my Blender continued to be stuck in SUPER SONIC SPEED with one of the buttons jammed down.

The button was the one that controlled my actions around my "crush" (i.e. - the guy I specifically like hanging out with), a perfect target for meddling planets. And so now here I am, with a barely contained mess that has the possibility of exploding!