ok, i have a xanga journal now, for those who are interested- http://www.xanga.com/pockethummer.   ill try to update here, too, though.

Colorado was reeeaaallllyy fun.  I oohhed and aahhhed and snapped pictures just like a good tourist should.  Even flat, almost lifeless New Mexico held a fascination for the Q-Lyss, because she has never been anywhere but Texas, Louisiana and Mississippi.

We stopped by the side of the road to pick up a tumbleweed, which was named Zakatecas and given the seat of honor in the backseat of the van.  I wanted a tumbleweed, get over it!!  okay, so it was really just a bundle of twigs because its not tumbleweek season and all that was left were last year's tired tumbleweeds snagged on fences, but I love Zakatecas!!

 Too bad we left him in our cabin in Lake City. 

He was replaced by Tamaulipas and Potosi (Po' Toe Seed).  They are two more tumbleweeds.

Mountains are the biggest, most awesome things there are!!

And we also stopped by the side of the road to play with snow... in the middle of June!!!

i am tickled pinkish!!

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 i got a guitar for my birthday and its real nice but nobody's heard of the brand but it came with a real nice case and cost a real nice lot of money and i ate real nice chocolate cake and now im real nice nauseous and some people at sunday school sang happy b-day to me in spanish

*takes breath*

and now i'm drinkin real nice pomegranate tea which sounds odd but is actually really nice and I found the tabs for "yellow" and got starflyer 59 and relient k's new CD even though no one but kelsi and me has heard of them and im not sure if that was proper grammar and alan just called me alyssa baggins while crumbling an empty bag that used to be full of tasty bread

*attempts to take another breath, chokes on the pollutants and CFCs in the air, and dies while her brother holds a mouldy package- i take that back, he just held another one in front of me, so two mouldy packages- of lunchmeat, and says smells like fresh rotten eggs*

*considers that maybe that, rather than CFCs and pollutants, is what kills her, because she realizes that scientists indeed are not sure of what they're talking about.  Lunchmeat, not acid rain*

theres a dot on my hand.

 i poked myself somehow and i don't know when

where that toolbar at the bottom come from? t

hat's eisenhower in that chair i saw him, he wasn't wearing glasses!!! a

nd many words go take my quizzes.

and rate them. please. .... or that will happen to you.

over and over again.

forever.

 randomish. chihuahua. yes

- use this to find out if you're a people, person, or a perple. - http://quizilla.com/users/raindots/quizzes/randomish.%20chihuahua.%20%20yes

If you were in a smoothie, what fruit would you be?

-self explanatory- http://quizilla.com/users/raindots/quizzes/If%20you%20were%20in%20a%20smoothie%2C%20which%20fruit%20would%20you%20be%3F%20(lots%20of%20answers%20and%20pics)

Plllllttttt

-an odd quiz i was bored-
http://quizilla.com/users/raindots/quizzes/plllllttttt

Which weird cat are you?

-take this one purely for the pics.
http://quizilla.com/users/raindots/quizzes/What%20weird%20cat%20are%20you%3F%20(your%20personality%20and%20pics)

yes.  kittitart

Today i went home, ate more cereal than i should have, and spell asleep.  singing lucy in the sky with diamonds in my head.

did you catch that?  i spelled asleep.  a-s-l-q-y.

sorry if this is frazzled i am still drowsy.

xxxxxxx oops.  zzzzzzzzzzz

ok.  sitting in intro to BCA.  bored, not much time to say anything.

apocalypsi

see, isn't that thing disgusting?

eheheheheheh.  he's rolling rolling rolling rolling

he's revving his mouth

im looking at smileys on an ad by the way

if he revs enough.   or mebbe if everyone in the earth revved at the same time all the lawnmowers would revolt

Alyssa really needs to update her site.  but she is lazy, and besides that she has nothing with which to update it.  And she is verra blergh right now.

the dog is sracde.   i mean scared.  aren't sypose .. i mean typos... fun.  i sypose so.

hmmmmmmmmmm

well.  stuff happened.  important stuff.  like... i ate everything in my easter basket except a bag of m and ms and part of a chocolate bunny.  the feet part.

mom ate the head because i had already eaten the ears.  and i was angry so i ate the rest of the bunny down to its feet.  i had to put it out of its headless misery.  elsewise it'd be running around like a bunny with its head eaten off.

or maybe not running around.

and its not associated with chickens or their mannerisms, so why am i saying this ?

and im writing my book.  well im forcing myself to.  otherwise it wouldn't get done.

yeah

im sure you're jsut so interested.

Maybe i should elaborate more on the woeful tragedy of my chocolate bunny?

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oh.  that's it.

did you say hello?

no, i said allo, but that's close enough

yes me and sani are verra sorry for being creepy waving stalkers.  however, we're not wendy,ERGH how gross

 there's a hoggat the window.  it stares so

oh i have a new concept.  time isn't the fourth dimension.  Time is just things happening one after the other in our dimension.  The fourth dimension is those shadowy things on your face that you can't really draw perfectly.  The fourth dimension is why a painting or drawing can never look like a photograph.  the fourth dimension is reality, a place that we as the human race haven't really ever visited. 

Or maybe it's something beyond reality...

i want bagels now

and have you ever noticed how mints turn sourish in your mouth if you only eat one and you're hungry?  and sometimes they start to taste like celery.

The wind is so cold. I don’t mind because I like the cold. The weather. I just don’t. like. The. Being. Cold.

Sometimes I don’t know how to speak. I just do the best I can. And that’s all we can say about doing things. And I get tired of it.

 Sometimes I wonder where things should end and where they should begin again. And suddenly I’m forgetting everything and I become detached and it’s on to new amusement. I try not to but that’s the way we are.

We type with very lazy hands that rest on the edge of the keyboard. We type almost what is coming to mind as we think it but we vaguely script it so maybe you’ll understand.

Is that how it is? Did I just create an inadvertent concept?

 No it only works part of the time. The problem is that you just can’t package things.

I wish real cold wind would blow away this hot stale sheet around me. We wish it. Sometimes we wonder…

This will defy all your rules, won’t? It?

 Ha. Laughs. I feel better now. And un-English. I feel like I can’t speak properly.

So I just watch eraser shavings that aren’t there but should be. Should be twirling, twirling when I breathe like my little worlds that I create in my mind. The same as this one just on a different plane

Stop typing and get the notebook. That’s what we should do.

But we are too lazy and our wrists rest against the edge of the keyboard. Besides, we might lose it all if we stop now… There’s that feeling again.

Twirling! Lightly! On the heels! Of wind! And now to write.

I heard a cat outside the door.  It said ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow

very persistantly

and very humanly

i'm not sure if i like that