For a Good Laugh

• 2 Samarrippa family members
• a food-free Sonic
• inattentive waitstaff
• fellow customers (optional)

Drive the family into the Sonic above.  Place an order (which the Sonic will be unable to supply), and slowly add waitstaff (one at a time) to mix.  Some care must be taken to ensure one's health is secure (not talking is strongly recommended), but you must let family and waitstaff sit in Sonic for about ten minutes. Once waitstaff and family have completed their interaction, one can add fellow customers to the Sonic.  If customers are added too quickly, waitstaff will explode then disappear, and dish must be started again. 

**Note: This dish is served immediately, often with a side of full refund.**

True story.  Sonic ran out of food, my mom and uncle got upset, we got a refund and free food, the carhop kept my tip.

For a Softener

• 1/2 lime or lemon
• palmful of sugar or salt

Mix the two ingredients in hands.  Apply mixture to any rough skin, and rub thoroughly.  Rinse.

**Note: The lime-sugar mix tastes excellent. :P **

This recipe for a hand softener does work.  My mother thinks it makes her hands look years younger, but I just think that that's the lotion she's been using.

;aslkdfj. No, really. :)

I LOVED CAMP.

I MISS IT.

I WANT TO GO BACK.

I can't put up pictures (well, any more than I put up on Facebook), but if you ask me, I can show you the girls of Cabin 6 and Camp for All.  I have stories and tall tales and t-shirts and fantastic memories and dances and a tan and drawings and oh so much.

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American Society for Velociraptor Attack Prevention

A very important site if you wish to be prepared for the next outbreak.  I recommend that everyone reads up on how to protect themselves and their loved ones before it is too late.

:::

I would just like to suggest that someone whose last name begins with a 'k' propose to me.  I think I'd like to have the initials JK.  The succession of JK from J.Cruz is logical and convenient.

Let it be known that I totally brought 'aMAZing' into fashion.

I miss Robert.

 

Like Trix, camp is for kids, not silly rabbits.  Just a thought.

-j.cruz

Oh Wow, Is It Hot Or What?

A giant spider tried to kill me yesterday.  Not even kidding.  It sat there on the door between the hallway and the living room, glaring at me with its eight eyes from its outrageously sized body (it was the size of one of my big toes), and then it attacked.

It jumped toward me, into the hallway, encroaching on my personal space (which I was sort of particular to at the time).  I'm not going to lie.  I screamed, the only time I can remember screaming because I was frightened.  I thought myself a fool afterwards; I'm not scared of spiders or most insects.  Sometimes they make me uncomfortable, nervous, and/or jittery, but they don't set my heart racing or cause me to faint.  I almost fainted yesterday.

So maybe I provoked it.  Whatev.  I might have sprayed it with Raid's Home Defense Max while it sat innocently on the door.  It might have run away from the spray, and I might have then tried to smash it with a broom when it leapt out of harm's way.  I might have tried to pound it flat with the broom as it tried to escape, and I might have finally smashed it against the floor molding and drowned it in the deadly spray.  Because it kept getting closer to me with each direct hit, I was lead to two conclusions.  One, it was out to get me, and two, spiders have, like, eight lives, one for each eye or something.

Then tonight, at dinner, one of the spider's sisters tried killing me.  I know this because she was brown and had the same black markings on her back.  She sort of just fell from the ceiling, all spider secret agent like, and landed on my arm.  I should've expected some sort of death threat, one can't just go around killing family and such.  Luckily for me, they sent an inexperienced killer, and I was able to deter her without any harm or fatalities.

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Apparently the only way I'm going to earn money this summer is by donating my plasma.  At least, it will be until they tell me my plasma is horribly deformed and of no use to them or anyone, except me.

I'm only mostly kidding-- my plasma should be fine.  It's my glorious red blood cells that are ugly. 

I wonder which of my siblings are also affected by sickle cell trait.  I mean, each one has a 25% chance of having the trait.  I also wonder what their blood types are; probably O+, like me. 

School year ends on Thursday for them, and then they'll be home with me all day long. All. Day.  Long.  I don't even know how that's going to be.  Everyone gets irritated so easily when it's so hot outside, and, believe me, it's hot outside.  Ach-Oh-Tee. 

:::

My training for Camp Spike 'N Wave is this weekend.  The camp is June 15-21 (I'm going to miss Father's Day :'[ ).  I don't want to say that I'm freaking out, but I am definitely psyched.  I don't think that I've ever done anything like it before, and it makes me happy.

Oh dear.  The community television station for San Marcos is playing that song "Bicycle" by Queen.  I don't think that I've ever liked that song.  Ever.  I still don't.

 

Laterz,

j.cruz