It's been too long.

Indeed, it has. This update is for Raksha, because she so bluntly told me that she was reading my blog and it gave me a pang of guilt, having not updated for such a long time. Anyway, I have no idea what I'm going to write about but that's usually how most of my blog entries begin. And they usually end with me rambling about something.
So...I guess the biggest thing going on right now is that school is practically over. I only have my biology final Monday and then I'm done...but it doesn't feel like it. It doesn't feel like summer is just over the horizon. I thought I would be relieved at this point - possibly jumping up and down in ecstasy - but I'm not. I really hope this isn't one of those summers where it hits me that it's summer in the beginning of August. Those are the worst. Also, I'm being forced to go to Pennsylvania in mid-July, which I am absolutely dreading. Usually for vacation we go to some shitty motel in Jersey and I mean, it's not California or anything, but I can enjoy myself anytime and anywhere when I'm with the Donenfelds. This time though, they're not coming with us. I don't know why; what I've heard from my mother is that it's because Marisa is getting paid to work at the camp this year, whereas before she was volunteering. Still...I find that hard to believe. A job at a camp, for Christ's sake, is keeping her from going on vacation? I wouldn't be surprised if there was some underlying reason that my mother neglected to tell me for some reason. She tends to do that often and then puts on her innocent face once I blow her cover. In fact, my whole family does that - and I don't mean just my immediate family. My other relatives also. Don't get me wrong, I love my mother's sister, mainly because she inherited the unique, adventurous genes my mother lacks...but she treats me like I'm five rather than fifteen. Every time she curses, she covers her mouth like she just confessed to a murder, and when she's about to curse, she tells me to cover my ears. I try to her ignore her and thankfully, last time my cousin Jen stuck up for me. Her and Stacy are part of the few family members I actually enjoy being with. I can talk to them about things that interest me and don't have to banter on about my classes for a half hour. Anyway, Jen told Nadine to stop treating me like I haven't gotten past puberty. I hope Nadine listens to her because I don't know much longer I'll be able to fake smile my way through that.
Wait a second, I was talking about Pennsylvania and somehow wound up talking about my family? Back to Pennsylvania...that's going to be our family vacation, although I think a better title would be family trip from hell. Not only is my best friend not going to be there, but two or three of the days are taken up by my sister's softball tournament - that is, after all, the only reason we're going. My parents decided to just tack on a few extra days at the motel and call it a vacation. When I asked what the fuck there is to do in Pennsylvania, they said Hershey Park. I don't know if they stopped to think about how Christie is scared shitless of half the rides and I have no one to go with. Because I'm definitely not going with my fuckass of a sister. (Donnie Darko reference, check it.)
The week that I'm going to be out of state just happens to coincide with the release of the new Harry Potter movie. This is horribly melodramatic but I was crushed when I found out. That was one of the top three events I had to look forward to this summer. I was probably going to go with a group of friends who all love Harry Potter like I do. I guess I should be grateful because my mother (if reluctantly) agreed to take me at midnight...but when you're bouncing in your seat with excitement and the person next to you is nodding off...it's just not the same. Also, in honor of the movie release, I've been rereading the series. It's amazing because I'm reminded of how much I love the books, although I do dread the Harry/Cho and Harry/Ginny scenes. I've always had a bit of thing for him...
On the downside, the series never fails to prove to me how mundane and unexciting my life is. I mean, I want to open the Chamber of Secrets and befriend werewolves and convicted murderers too! What makes Harry so special?!
Remembering all the spells again annoys me because I think about how much easier my life would be if I wasn't a Muggle. Just the other day I lost my flip flops and searched my house for ten minutes before I found them. If I was magical, I could wave my wand, say, "Accio flip flops!" and...problem solved.
I am no longer the ten year old crossing her fingers for a letter from Hogwarts on her eleventh birthday - but it doesn't mean I don't still wish it could happen. 0:)