So, I just spent the summer at Pinebrook.I got really tan.I went to Washington D.C.I saw a childhood friend get married.I played Disney Jeopardy.I was introduced to the music of the Rocket Summer.I met amazing peoples, and had good times all summer.

This was a good one.

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I saw the Declaration of Independence. But apparently, it's not the actual declaration.
Let me tell you the story; when I saw the Declaration, it was so faded I couldn't read the writing. I couldn't even find John Hancock's signature. I went back to Pinebrook and told some people this, and they said, "Oh, that definitely wasn't the real one then. They would never let the real one get faded like that. It's probably in a vault underground."

What do you think?

Holla! So let me sum up this weekend for you.

Wesley and Jessica are married. Awesome wedding.

I danced at the reception to Glamorous. yes. And some other sweet jams.

I learned to drive stick....sort of. I practically ruined Jimmy's car.

I went and walked around Philly.

I had many M&Ms.

I got lost coming home from Philly and ended up in Jersey.

I made some new and flipping awesome friends.

I sang karaoke to These Words by Natasha Bedingfield.

I killed my feet with extra tall shoes.

But really....the whole weekend was just awesome.

So everyone (well, not EVERYONE, per se) is updating. I should, too.

I recently read an article on "boosted content" about how when girls say "I'm fine," they actually mean, "I'm not fine."
This may be true, however, I don't think it's fair that people say, "Boys are so stupid! Didn't Johnny know that she meant, 'I'm not fine?' "
If girls wanted their boyfriends to know that they actually aren't 'fine' that his friends are coming over, or that they aren't 'fine' when he forgets the anniversary, they should say so. Boys can't figure out that you are actually unhappy when you say "I'm fine." You can't say,

"Hey, Shirley, is it okay if you go to the concert without me? I forgot and made other plans."
"Fine..."

and expect him NOT to believe you!

What SHOULD happen is,

"Hey, Shirley, is it okay if you go to the concert without me? I forgot and made other plans."
"Um, actually, no. I really want you to come. You said you would."

Do people actually expect boys to figure out that we don't mean "fine" when we say it?? They're already befuddled enough! (okay I had to throw that in there.)

How about women say what they mean OR at least mean what they say? Is it too much to ask for both?

This is just a rant....and maybe a confusing one at that.

Whatever.

Todd's Story about Xanga and myspace.

It's the end of the (Xanga) as we know it......parenthesis?!?

(by the way, I edited some of this. Sorry Todd, it was hard to read at some points. And everyone else, beware of run-on sentences.)

  Once upon a time there was a great king named Xanga who ruled the land of Internetblogging with an iron keyboard. His armies were tenfold, his wealth was...pretty good, and his subscribers were ridiculously high in abundance. Yes, the world truly was his burrito.
  Then one day, quick, and without warning, a message came to King Xanga in the mail saying something like, but maybe not quite exactly like,
  "Hey you, you suck, stop it!......PS - or else!" 
   Now being a sensible king who had overthrown many other armies before him (such as the time of his great victory against general Facebook at the battle of Firefox), and being sensible and so great at not putting up and shutting up under pressure, King Xanga thought this to be a mere bluff. Well, he didn't really think it was a bluff so much as he just didn't care whether it was or not. 
  As the days went on, his messengers continued to bring him other notes with such threatening threats as, "If this incessant blogging doesn't stop, bad things will probably happen to you and the like of you which I guess is you!", "Don't mess with the best.....which is us!",  and "Seriously, we weren't kidding, stop it!" Still, despite the obvious hate and resentment and just mean spirited words in these messages, the king continued to ignore them.   
  Then, one day, without warning in the middle of.....sometime over the summer, without warning......and without warning.....something dreadfully, horribly, terrible, barbarically, and awfully, and also a little bit nutty happened. While King Xanga was sleeping, somewhere, somehow a trumpet of some sorts that makes no sound but somehow still does sounded in the great city of .COM that Xanga ruled over. In marched an army of terrible, horrible, dreadful, barbaric, and somewhat nutty soldiers and blasted down the city gates with their weapons made of high bandwidth and continued to press on into the city. This army was none other than the army of Myspace led by Tom, who was in fact Satan's step nephew twice removed! Under his command they slaughtered innocent citizens with their words of persuasion--not Necessarily slaughtering them, but more or less persuading them to join their army--and of course this plan worked swimmingly because they had free danishes as well as casual fridays.
  More and more people were persuaded to join the army until they finally got to the palace of king Xanga, a king who now ruled over something like five people (Trisha, Sara, Ruthanne, Sarah, and sometimes Todd). King Xanga came out to greet them saying things like, "Why can't we all just get along" and "I'm sure we can share subscribers?"
  Of course, Tom--being the complete and total moron that he is--could not comprehend this, and instead of doing the logical, he did the exact opposite (the illogical). He cast King Xanga down into a pit of some sorts. Some sort of pit that he can't get escape except on Tuesday and Thursday, occasionally Saturday, for the rest of eternity.
  Unless, of course some brave and daring blogger were to come to his aid? And build him a ladder of clever crafted words regarding the past events that happened recently in the past and free him so that he can once again rise up and take back what is rightfully his!
  Of course, this won't happen.....because bloggers are lazy, and for the most part they realize that blogging is kind of silly and pointless.

The end.

So I really liked that story and decided to post it. Visit the author of this story's site.

Hmm.... people have updated lately....this is odd. I miss xanga. It used to bring me a lot of joy...but then MyStalkerSpace took over. sadness.

I'm still the Disney movie trivia master.