i'm a terrible person.

i'm a horrible, dreadful person.

i made a live journal

...and i think i like it.

kill.me.

i'm back.  in case you were wondering, i had an amazing time and i miss camp lohikan like....well, i miss it a lot. 

Dear World,
     Guess what!  It's 12:17 (give or take a few minutes because i still have to type this) on Sunday, and that means that as of approximatley thirty hours from now i'm going to be in the car on the way to the great Camp Lohikan for an entire month.
     Well, not an entire month.  But def an entire four weeks, kay?
     During this month, I fully expect you, yes YOU, to write to me.  I will chop off your genitals if you don't.  This can be via actual mail or via email.  I'm flexable.  Or flexible.  Wuhev ().  Anyway.  I don't care if you have nothing to say to me, write me a note that says "Dear Lisa, I am _____.  I don't know you at all.  I did, however, read on your xanga that I had to write you or else I'd be castrated.  I did not want to be genital-less, so I was left with no choice.  I HOPE YOU'RE HAVING A FANTABULOUS TIME AT CAMP!!!!1.  One love, _____"
     Not too hard, right?  Look, I'll even leave my address.  Does address have two d's in it?  Do I care?  Is anybody listening to me?

Lisa Gilbert-Cabin 24a
Camp Lohikan
P.O. Box 217
Lake Como, PA 18437

OR!!!

Email summerfun@direcway.com with the subject "Gilbert, Lisa 24a."  Keep the emails clean though, they take away the dirty ones and keep them in their secret stash.  It's kind of kinky.

     You have your mission.  There is no choice of whether or not you'll accept it, it's been predetermined that you will.  Don't ask who predetermined it, just mind yo own business.
     SEE YOU IN FOUR WEEKS, LOVERS!!!
                                  Love,
                                        Lisa
P.S. I have no idea what came over me to write that.  I don't remember writing most of it, and it's only 10 minutes later from when I started it.  Also, I don't remember why I decided to use correct grammar.  It's annoying now, though.

i know i updated yesterday.  it's just that i had an...experience today and it felt like a xanga experience above all others.  that, and i knew everybody besides melissa, who has the patience of...a very patient person...would have too much add to comment on that long survey.  so here's my today:

i wrote a cool story in school.  then i stayed after and had conversations about the perks of being a wallflower, and then i babysat.  all of that is irrelevant to my experience.  after i babysat, i came home and said "well, its about to thunder, but i'd like to go for a swim."

so i did.

but first, i went to put the heater on because cold water scares me.  and as i was walking back from doing so, i saw a chipmunk in my pool.

...a dead chipmunk.  on the bottom of my pool.

i should be used to this.  last year we had about twenty.  that's because when they spray the poison or whatever for the neighborhood rodents, the chipmunks eat it, get excessivley thirsty, go to the pool for a drink, and then drown.  i'm not even kidding, that's exactly how it goes.

so i freaked out, but my mom just told me to use the scooper thing.  i went to, but then i got inspired, so i went in and got my camera.  yes, i took a picture of a dead chipmunk.  then i scooped it out and started freaking out because i had no idea where to put it and in a sudden overwhelming feeling of panic, i chucked it over the fence into the yard of the neighbors who are terribly mean.

i purposely did it.

i purposely chucked the body of a drowned chipmunk into mean people's backyard.

and then i laughed uncontrollably for a good fifteen minutes.  my mom only yelled at me because they could have been out there and it could have hit them.  other than that, it was fine.

these people are really mean.

so then i brought my cd player outside and swam to ben folds and it was amazing.

thanks for letting me share my story with you.  have a pleasant night.