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It be Talk Like a Pirate Day. Arr...
and that's all I got.
And I'm going to a little county fair about 30 miles off with my dad's girlfriend. Eep. But I dunno when she is picking me up. She said "in like an hour" and I dun remember when that was. Aw man.

So I'm bored and all. And I mean. There's only so many times I can watch Beatles stuff without getting terribly obsessed and bothered and whatnot. Aand I dunno how to hook up the XBox here. Blake usually does the XBoxy things. So I can't play Rock Band. I should be knitting. Mhmm.

And I wish I had my combat boots with me. So I could wear them. But instead I only have my double-upper second-hand Converse (I don't really like buying brand new Cons cos of the whole 'outsourcing' thing but I got these at a thrift shop, so none of my money goes to Converse-outsourcing-bastards) and my beatle boots. I don't wanna wear my beatle boots to the fair, and also I almost just typed bootles instead of beatle boots. Hmm. Here's a weird thing: Firefox spellcheck doesn't like beatle or beatles but Beatle or Beatles is fine. In fact. It suggests- 'Beatlemania' instead of 'beatle.' Oh Firefox. Anyway. Cons it is then. And anyway. These blisters on my heels, from thin socks + combat boots, are still healing. Ha. Heels. Healing. Man. Combat boots do wonders for confidence, though. I feel badass in those things. And in beatle boots? I look RIDICULOUS. Honestly. They're pointy. BUT GLORIOUS.

The weather here is mad. Hot all week and now suddenly- clouds and it's windy as hell. Would hell be windy I wonder? Not sure.