Skip It, Bitch.

blah blah blah. all these godforsaken ENTRIES! geez loise, sydney, the world isn't ending. LIGHTEN UP.

So people, people that read this... the following being Laura, Lysa, Adolfo (occcassionally i think?) uhm, milo sometimes and :thinks: does andrea read this? I dunnno... wierd.

ANYWAYS!

Hawaii is beautiful, it always has been. And for the pst, god, what has it been? 2 years? 3? either way, it's been my second home. And i've always hated it. I mean, come on, small island? mega heat? sunblock? not my thing.

bot oooh! you'll be SO proud! the other day when we went tot he beach before i let myself doze off in the sickening heat i put on sunscreen. First time i've ever by choice. I thought it was a very adult deciscion of me (do you liek how i can't type and am completely unwillinging to fix it?). I mean, i'm brown. why SHOULD i put on sunscreen?! cancer? pfsht. whatev.

School starts soon... I'm considering taking a lit. class cause I really need something to keep me going to school. I'm taking all these classes that are SO not my thing just cause i need to get it done. i've almost completely changed my mind about the paris thing and am currently more concerned about where i'll transfer next. I should be more than ready to do school credit wise by this time next year. (wait, i've got like 30 some off units plus this semester plus spring should be like, whaT? 60 something something? plus next summer should round me up to optimal 80?) It's gotta be out of the Bay Area. I'mnot REALLY a fan of so cal or hawaii. So i'm unsure of where to go. You all basically know me... I've a penchant for big cities and sunsets. Anyone know of anywhere? suggestions or some such...

gee golly. i'm so sick of hawaii. I want to go home. Let's go dancing! (pout face) what a boring entry this has been. All wanna hear a GREAT story? (milo's already heard it)

We all went to the mall and blah blah blah wandering about somethign something blah. and we're in the disney store and i was being a dork, like always, and putting the funy costume things over my head. and then, like a light from heaven, with glitter upon her and songs of sweet harmony surrounding I saw it. A motha' fuckin' skip it, yo. That's when i realized, all throughout my EVER SO deprived childhood where i toiled away at chiseling happiness from utter despair (i'm being melodramatic and funny, i'm SO not serious) i had never ever skipped a skip it (i'm serious about this part though). I mean, we all remember those commercials where they sing over and over "skip it, skip it, all you've gotta do is skip it skip it." well, this little girl never skipped anything. I mastered hopscotch, i'll tell you that. Hula hooping i JUST now got down like a couple months ago (i had hula hooped previously but now, thanks to Emily, i've got that shit down pat). Not to say i was in a constant state of need, i seemed to get by in life just fine not possessing the talent of jumping about a ball anchored to my leg.

But here's the sad part of the story, here's where the going gets tough and story thickens. It's where we all stand on edge, close to tears, hoping KNOWING that everythign must it just MUST turn out all right. We were in a store. And in this store, those cretins, they decided to attach a skip it to a big peice of cardboard. It's called packaging. And while it may be all pretty and pink it VERY much hindered my desire to... well, it hindered my desire to skip that shit. So i walked away with a slight remark of how i've never skipped.

And now to introduce the heroine of my story. Her name is Grace and although we've had questions as to our twin connection we ARE IN FACT 8 years apart. And so a lotof my childhood (well all of it, really) has her to thank. And so, in light of that, she decided, hell, my sister will play with this fucking toy. And with pride in her eye and trumpety sounding music all around She tore it down and ripped it free. She liberated the toy that i held so dear. And wit a dramatic moment (slow motion and everything) she handed it to me.

What happens next is miraculous. The gods parted clouds to witness this event. Like a goof, in the middle of a hawaiian disney store not wearing a bra and my hair pushed back like a baby. I, Sydney Tan, officially Skipped-It.

Take that, Snatch.