As you know, Erin made this fantasically pretty journalin the beginning of the summer. Since most of the time I have nothing better to do in the summer (as you probably know by these entries). But now that field hockey starts in a bit more than a week and I will be leaving for Pittsburgh tommorow, I have decided to end this blog for the time being. That's right, you heard it. This blog is over. Perhaps temporarily. Perhaps forever. Perhaps when field hockey is over. Perhaps when LAX starts. Perhaps next summer. Maybe when I go to college. Or (gasp) get a job.Who knows? And who, honestly cares?

                                                                  XOXO,

                                                                   Jillian

 

 

P.S. If you don't know me, please don't comment. Is that really so much to ask? This blog is for people I know only. Thanks!

Jesse Macartney is officially the best running music ever. I don't care what you say, Molly. Jesse Rocks. Atleast when your running. Kelly Clarkson, however, is one of the worst running singers out there. She is much better on the radio. Weezer rocks to run to. And Big Yellow Taxi is getting on my nerves. That gangsta song that my brother put on my iPod is fun, too. To bad a can't remember the name of it. It's the one on the JC Penny commercial.

I'm exhausted and have nothing else to say.

I'm in the mood for a muffin. A cinnamon (sp?) muffin. Or a chocoalate chip. I must ask my mom to buy me a muffin. I have been up since 7, cauz I had Field Hockey at 8-9. I had to leave early (thank god) because I had to go to the eye doctors. At field hockey, we ran to the Park. The Park. That's right, The Park. From the High School. And then,once we got to THE Park, we ran IN the Park. So today, I ran about 4 miles. 4 MIles! Like, come one. Who does that?

On the bright side, it allows me to eat more muffins.

I would also like to say that got a pink graphing calculator. In your face!

Sorry about the lack of updating. Extreme field hockey related business prevailed. I just kind of realized that once field hockey starts, I will have NO time to update. I will be busier than is possibly good for ones mind. So come August 20, you will be lucky to get atleast one update a week from me (if that). But that's more than you're getting now, and recently, it hasn't been because I'm lazy, because I've been so busy. So ad all this business to field hockey and that = no time to update.

Field Hockey camp was great, but I won't really talk about it because I will probably bore you half to death with talk about getting up at 5 in the morning to play FIELD HOCKEY. I am still catching up on my sleep, so I am a bit cranky/irritable. My mum thought I has strept throat, but then the evil doctor (what happened to Dr. Stephanie?) basically called my a liar, so that is the end of that. Well, bye bye for no

In aprox. 20 minutes, I will be leaving to attend Holly Shores Field Hockey Camp. I will be gone until Thurs., if I live until then. I am extremely excited about going away, but also quite nervous due the fact we will probably run A LOT. Even though I have run almost every day from when school let out, it is not the same, as these other people run crazily fast. But I'll try. Good Bye until Thursday, atleast.

Now, I will publish my POSITIVE review of Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince. In case you didn't notice, last entry was my negative review, with all my complaints about it. So now, I will shed a more positive light of HBP:

On the bright side, there was LOTS of kissing, which in my opinion always makes a book good. But that's just me. Although the kissing didn't take place between who I wanted it to, it fit nicely in there all the same.

And the new teacher that comes is HILARIOUS. Even if he isn't meant to be. Just like the first chapter of the book, which is supposed to be all serious, but when we were reading it Annalise and I would just read it and start cracking up. I love when Muggles try to talk about magic.

And Harry used to the Pensive-thing a lot. I love the pensive-thing, especially in book 5, where you learn about the relation ship between James, Sirius, and Snape. And even if now the pensive-thing is used for much more serious purposes, its still very awesome

     This morning, I finshished the new Harry Potter. I'm sorry, but umm, could J.K. Rowling get crazier? I mean, is she on crack? She is sure smoking somethin, that's for sure. I mean, who does that J.K., come one? Next, she'll probably kill of Percy.  Kill of the BEST character, who in the book, was mention a TOTAL of 5 TIMES. She might as well have. 

And WHAT was with Hermione? I mean, since when has Hermione been that impulsive? That would be never, J.K. And since when was Voldemort HOT? And Draco/ Snape so evil? As I said before, we knew they were evil, but GOD.

And what happened to Harry? In the last book, he was all hormonal, and in HBP, he's all, well, normal (almost). Umm, I hate to break it to you, J.K., but in real life, Harry would not have become semi-normal without some grief counseling,  intense physco-analyzing and/or medication. Or at very least an anger mangement manual. Perhaps you left out the chapter were Harry picked up his Prozac prescription? Well, atleast you and I know it's there, J.K.

When I walked downstairs this morning, along with two huge Boston Cream doughnuts, sat a beautiful copy of Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. Upon recieveing it a let out a woop of joy and thanked Mum, who informed me she bought it at ShopRite this morning, and she'd figure she'd buy it instead of going to Target like we planned. I let out another woop and began to sing a song that went somewhat like: "Harry Potter, Harry Potter, Harry Potter, I get to read it before you Zeke cauzzzzzzz Muuum said cauzzzz I'm goin aaaaaaaway to camp! Harry Potter, Harry Potter, Harry Potter." I quickly digested the first few pages before getting dressed and going to the gym with the parents, and then to the Library, where I found I copy of Alice MacLeod, Realist At Last, which I have not been able to find anywhere, even Barnes and Nobel. This looks like a week of good books.

So anyways, I wandered over to Annaliese's clutching my Harry Potter, to find Annaliese sitting on the couch, reading her personal copy. We both squealed and spent the next ten minutes running around her house singing before mention Harry Potter Song. I then got called home to eat Chinese for lunch (Was there ever a more perfest combonation than Harry Potter and Chinese food? I think not.). I returned to Annaliese's, and we regained are spots to the coach. And here is the high point of my day:

Julia and Cassie were playing spies. Let me tell you that people under the age of 10 make THE worst spies. It was hilarious. Then were running around in black spandex outfits like elephants, and trying to hide behind curtains. It was HILARIOUS. Until they started attacking us. And what is a big sister and her friend (who has known them since they were born and often mistaken for their sister) to do, but make up a song that goes like this  "Spandex Pants and Pan-ty Lines. Spandex Pan-ty Lines. Ohh Yeah! Hey baby! Spandex Pants and Pan-ty LInes. Etc". Weird dance moves were a given. It caused them to throw tissues at us (and by tissues, I mean indivual ones.) Which only caused us to sing louder. And caused them to jump on us. And for us to steal their bandanas, which, apparently, (or atleast in The Snegals minds) gives one a look of great stealth. And of course, break out into a fresh verse of "Spandex Pants and Pan-ty lines".

*Spoiler........may contain info. from Harry Potter 6. But nothing important. Just me opinion. Nothing to do with plot."

Does anyone know why Draco is being so evil? I mean, he was always evil, but GOD. He is going off to deep end. 

And since when has been Hermione so, well, weird? And Harry so normal?

And the number one thing that is freaking me oout about Harry Potter d?

I am on page 167, and Percy Weasley has only been mentioned ONCE. ONCE, for crying out loud. My FAVORITE character has only been mentioned once. And characters I can't stand (cough Luna cough) are like, always being mention. EVIL, I tell you. EVIL. What is WITH J.K. Rowling?

I just had the WEIRDEST dream. I dreamed that WTHS was a boarding school. Molly was my room mate, and we shared a room near the adtaptive gym. Except it wasn't the adaptive gym, it was the Cafeteria. And Molly kept getting all mad because Ms. O'Connor and Mr. MacNeill were the lunch room supervisers, even though in real life they are gym teachers, and they were not keeping order or letting anyone got out of the cafeteria. I asked to go to the nurse, because my contact was hurting and I had my glasses on, too. They wouldn't let me even take my contact out, either, because the floor was all sandy, and for unknown reasons everyone was eating carrots. Molly and I escaped and ran away to this playground with characters from Harry Potter. And then, I started flipping out because I forgot to label my binders. Then, mfather was right in front of my door talking extremeley loudly into the phone, and my dream ended.

Yesterday, out of impulse, Annaliese and I went in her pool with our clothes on. It was one of strangest/ most fun experiences ever.

I haven't posted since Thursday. Perhaps this has been because of lack of stuff to post. Perhaps it is because I've been so busy doing stuff to post, I haven't been able to. Perhaps I was just lazy to post. If you know me, you should know the answer. If you don't know me, you shouldn't even be reading this. And that also goes for any one's who's name is Zeke.

The past few days have been pretty blah, do to the fact that Annaliese was in Maryland. She returned Sunday night, and I visited her on Monday. She was cleaning her basement, and it was a complete disaster area. She and the Snegals (Julia and Cassie) were getting paid to clean it. They were going to American Girl Outfits, and Annaliese was going to get, well, I can't remember, but something nice. It was me, however, who did most of the cleaning, do to the fact that the Snegals kept playing and Annaliese had to keep cleaning up THEIR messes. When we finished, Annaliese commented that I deserved to get the American Girl pony, which, for reasons unknown, I have wanted forever. I answer that a wanted a really pony, preferabley with spots, and Annaliese asked where I would put. I informed her it would live in my shed, and I would get a a stable hand to take care of it. Then Annaliese made comment about stable hands in the Heartland novels, which you would not get unless you have read them.   And if you you have read them, then you should know what I am talking about. But whatever. I really really want a pony.