So, it's prom night tonight, and my friend and I decided not to go.  So, we decided to spend the afternoon at the beach.  After we baked on the beach for about 2 hours, we walked the store and restaraunt strip.  The beach community here is small, so there wasn't much to do, but we ended up buying drinks and coffin-shaped butane lighters at the gas station xDD.  Before we headed to the beach, I made a run into Spencer's to get the incense burner I need/want for my May 2nd plans.

I got friggen burnt x.x  My back, legs, and this one spot under my bikini top.  So I'm like, in pain T___T  And what's funny is that I greased up really well and spent the same amount of time on both my back and stomach.

I'd travel back into the 1770's, just so I could mess with the founding fathers and screw up America's history xD

((For a fanfic contest))

The night was young, and a thunderstorm tore through the area.  Set in one the multi-million dollar neighborhoods that dotted the city of Encino, California, stood a house; a house bigger than life itself.  In that house, was a room.  The room held several shelves of books, knickknacks, and other assorted furniture.  Against the wall was a giant flatscreen TV.  On this flatscreen TV was an old Stephen King movie.  In front of the TV was a couch, and on this couch lay our two lovers, one against the other.  Yoshiki lay with his back pressed up against the back of the couch, shirt askew, in dark blue pajama pants.  His head rested on a square pillow that lay on the arm rest.  Kael, laying with her back pressed against Yoshiki’s bare chest, also wore her pajamas, which consisted of a black cami and green terrycloth shorts.  In one hand was a carton of Ben and Jerry’s cookie dough ice cream, and in the other was a spoon.  The ice cream had been sitting out in room temperature for some time, so it was beginning to melt.  She scooped up a spoonful and offered it to Yoshiki.  He moved to receive the bit of ice cream that was offered to him, but before his mouth came in contact with it, a droplet of it escaped the spoon and landed on his bare chest.  “Crap…” he mumbled.  A sly smile crossed Kael’s face.  She placed the spoon and the ice cream container on a napkin she had sitting on the end table.  She sat up and looked Yoshiki in the eye.  He knew what she was about to do, and the thought made him grin.  Kael leaned down and with a slow swipe of her cat-like tongue, she sensually licked up the droplet on Yoshiki’s chest.  Eyes closed, he sighed with pleasure.  Kael smiled seductively.  “S’cuse me a second,” she crooned.  She made her way downstairs to the kitchen, and then returned upstairs with a can of whipped cream in her hand.  Yoshiki smiled and cut the TV off with the remote that sat by Kael’s ice cream.  The sound of rain beating heavily against the windows could now be heard clearly.  On a table by one of the windows sat a table devoted to nothing but candles.  Yoshiki decided to turn this dirty fantasy into something somewhat classy.  He arose from the couch and lit the candles with a lighter that sat on top of one of them.  Kael, still standing in the doorway, watched as the candles were lit and the lights were cut off.  To her, there was nothing more beautiful than Yoshiki’s bronze skin and golden hair glowing in the candlelight.  He looked like some sort of god.  He draped himself across the couch again and waited for his girl to join him.  Forgetting all about her dirty fantasy, she placed the can on the table by the TV, and made her way to the couch.  Yoshiki rose to a sitting position and made room for Kael.  She took a seat at the other end of the small couch.  With the candlelight backlighting her hair, to Yoshiki she was more beautiful than any goddess.  Their eyes made contact.  Kael draped her arms around his neck, closed her eyes, and pressed her lips to his.  He closed his eyes as well, and allowed his lips to open, inviting Kael’s tongue into his mouth.  Before they knew it, they were both horizontal on the couch entwined in a passionate kiss that neither of them wanted to end.  Outside, the winds tore through the trees, thunder rumbled, and the rain poured…

I'd have to say vacuuming.  I have a small house, so it's not much to vacuum, but my mom is just so persnickety about it.  She goes behind me and checks to make sure I got under/around everything and in the corners.  I guess I would like vacuuming more if she didn't do that.

I changed high schools about two years ago.  While I was at my old school, I had barely any friends and had no one to go out with on the weekends, so I spent the weekend by myself.  Now that I'm at a different school, I have scores of friends, and we're always doing something on the weekends, whether it be clubbing, shooting pool, or hanging out at the mall arcade.

Oh wow, let's see...
Well, back in middle school whenever I would get bad grades, my parents would take my laptop out of my room.  Well, I knew where they put it when they took it (under the living room sofa), so I would take it back to my room and hide it under my pillow.  I'd use it, and when I heard my parents coming down the hall (I keep my door closed), I'd close my laptop and shove it under my pillow.  They never figured it out xDD

If you don't know what it is/was, or you can't remember the last time you used it/wore it, throw it out or give it away!