I have some pictures from Newport for your viewing pleasure. Above is what I ordered at this tiny hole-in-the-wall Thai restraunt.
Below is what the same plate looked like after about half an hour (I eat slowly).

Gawd, it was yumtastic. Or as Blayne (I watch Project Runway) would say- "Yumliscious."

Good Gracious Me.

Well, hello there, everyone. I'm sorry for the insanely long time without any crazy blogging to get you through your day, but...well...I was in Boston.
Actually, I was in Carver, which is about an hour and a half away from Boston, but close enough.
I have also turned fifteen. On the 16th.
Finally! I'm as old as most of my friends, including Gehna, who will be 16 in October. Not fair. T_T
Yes, I just used a very crappy emoticon, well...deal with it. I'm the birthday girl. BOW DOWN TO ME.
The Olympics are gangsta. I watched about fifteen minutes of the opening ceremony before my little sister declared that she was bored and switched the channel.
Ugh. Small children. >.>
I also bought the Sigur Ros CD that I've been rabbling about, and it's playing in my room right now. My sister's reading my books in there.
I also got Volume 7 of Death Note, which has COMPLETED my collection. Insert fancy fanfare here.
School starts in a week.
This is not cool.

Unpronouncible Icelandic.

So, yeah! 11 days 'till mah birthday, I'm happy as a friggin' water buffalo, and we're goin' up to Boston. Yay, Boston.
So, things I'm going to do:

1. Shop. Yes, shop. A lot, because I need stuff.
2. Eat my heart out.
3. Go to a waterpark.
4. Buy Pocky.
5. Buy random volumes of Bleach and Furuba...
6. Sleep.
7. Gape in awe at the very tall buildings and the distinct lack of trees.
8. Try to copy an accent and fail badly.

Woo...That's my objective list.
I'm goin' to Divi on Wednesday, hopefully I'll swim and not get my fingers torn to shreds on the stupid sides of the pool. I hate that pool. The sides are pretty much like sharp glass, so when you brush your hand/foot/other limb against it, it cuts it and it HURTS LIKE HELL.

I've also started my jotting journal for this school year. Awesome.

So...peace...

...Sleeeeeeepyyyy...

Again, I find myself messing about on the computer. Why do I always turn to this blog when I have a spaz ready to break loose!?!
Well, today, it rained. A lot. Like seriously, a lot. And it thundered and lightninged and made my sister shriek and ask if we'd die.
Wonderously, we're all still alive, and I got past the part on Portal that was making me into a mindless keyboard-pounder.
Okay. Portal. This is the most awesome thinking game I've ever played. There is no violence (well, you do get shot at by sarcastic sentry bots...but...) and there's a lot of strategy involved, and occasionally I find myself trying to walk through walls back here.
You must buy it. Now. NOW, MINION! MUAHAHAH! Okay, you're not my minion, but hey, I can force you do buy a game. It's good for buisness.
So, you can find this pwning game in the Orange Box, which has three (?) other games in it- Half-life 2, Team Fortress 2 (which is utterly AMAZING, the character design is gorgeous) and...um...er...I don't know the other game, but it might be Portal. Um.
I've got to go, my dad wants me to abandon this computer for the time being.
Aloha.

Annaly Bay.

So today we went hikin' over to Annaly Bay, which is the awesomest place on island. Totally. It's basically just a big hulkin' rocky beach, but then you climb over some rocks and voila, there is the Monk's Baths.
I love those baths. They're so relaxing and kinda Zen-like, which is neat, 'cos the hike there is just brutal (2.7 miles of hills) and after that you kinda don't smell too nice unless you've overdosed on Axe or whatever.
So we messed around in the pools for a while until mah dad's blood sugar (he has diabetes) got low so we had to go all the way back (again, 2.7 miles, and I didn't take the shortcut everyone else did) and went to eat some sandwiches. At Off The Wall. Dude, I like sandwiches.
There was a friggin' chicken in the first pool, all trussed up and ready to eat, and EW it was nasty. Squidgy and ick...I can't believe I'm drabbling about a chicken.
So then we went home, took a shower, and mah mom trucked me over to a speech therapist. Yes, she got me an appointment for a speech therapist. I have a lisp, well, actually clinically it's called "Tongue Thrusting."
Which basically means I've got the tongue of a two-year-old. Good gracious, I'm stuck in the oral stage.
And the reason?
Mah pacifier. Which I had till I was about 4.
So now I've got to do these excercise thingymajigs that are supposed to train my muscles to work differently so my tongue doesn't stick out and I don't look like some sort of obese camel.
And so my lisp will disappear.
If you see me at school doing weird things with my face, you know why. Do not annoy me about my stupid speech therapy. Get over it.
So now I'm utterly bored, having finished one of my summer reading books (I got it yesterday.) and being halfway through the next one. I'm still missing one of them (the book thief).
Oh. Yes.
And the foil side of those Pokemon tokens? They're weighted. Pwned.