*copied from my livejournal... so it might be choppy. Thats my random thought place...

I had a great weekend with Sheila. It was just so wonderful to see a star laker outside of star lake, and to bond with her even more outside of the star lake atmosphere. Even though there was not much to do here... I hope she had fun. :) I miss her so much already!!! I can't wait until she gets the chance to come back down... hopefully over christmas break.

Ren Fest was great, had major fun. Sheila got hit on by everyone, and was even told by one guy, pretending to be german, that she was "his snchizzle" or however you spell it. I need to find out what that means. haha. It was fun having her with... I think with Shaun, she just gave off this energy of "stay away from me"... kinda like she was pissed all the time. But with Sheila... she's very warm and comforting and inviting... so TONS of people talked to us, and hit on her.

It was hilarious being at Wal-mart late saturday night and seeing a couple guys hit on her. They were so gross too... haha... one of them had a shirt on that said "I pick my nose". Gosh, isn't Owatonna just great? :)

Got the crap scared out of us... I had shown her around West Hills on Friday afternoon/night, and was telling her all the creepy stories. So it was decided that we were going to go back out there when it was dark. So saturday, with my brother in tow, we pulled into the West Hills driveway, windows down and Rick Springfield blaring on my radio. First stop was at Cottage 8, which for some reason is super super super super scary. When we drove past it friday night, we all saw a face staring at us from the door, but when I put my car in reverse and backed up to see who it was (it's at the big brothers/big sisters building... for all I know it's my caseworker! I could say hi!), the face was no longer there. So Tony got out of the car... and he walked halfway up the path, saw it again, and ran back to the car. Apparently, he had seen it last saturday as well, when we walked around the grounds before the AA meeting. Soo... we took pictures of that door last night. We all got out, and I left my car on because I was freaking scared, and we walked to the door... we didn't see it to start out with, but as we turned away I saw it... I ran back to the car. haha. Then I turned my car around and we headed towards the cemetary. I wasn't too happy about the idea of taking pictures of the cemetary, because I think that's kind of disrepsectful... but ya. We all got out of my car, and started walking towards the cemetary. Now... nothing is scarier than a place full of dead people at night. Especially where you know more than half the kids died in a traumatic way. I was so scaed, I got really close to sheila and basically held onto her, and then Tony go closer to me... so we were all huddled and holding eachother walking to the cemetary. We didn't get very far.... we got to the corner of it, and we freaked out. Took a quick snapshot with the camera, as did my brother, and we ran. I mean.. not fake running, like we did on the way back from Cottage 8. I mean full out marathon type running back to the car. My brother ran it backwards. haha. It scared the shit out of us. When I pulled out of the lot, I pulled around to the backside of it so that my brother could get another picture. I don't know how they'll turn out... but it was a memorable experience.

Soooo... I (platonically) love Brent. He is the coolest guy, and though sometimes he makes me feel stupid (like all guys do), there are some times where he makes me feel just absolutely relaxed and comfortable and he is so easy to talk to. And it's rare for me to be relaxed around a guy. I have so much fun around him... and up until this past Sunday, it had only been at camp (or talking to him on the internet)... but I actually got to see him on Sunday and spend all day with him.

Sheila and I drove over to his house, and then he drove us around Rochester for a couple of hours, where we looked at different places, went on a nature walk at this one place that was formerly an insane asylum that was tore down and turned into a nature center, terrorized Target, stole all the chopsticks from this one chinese restaurant (whose slogan is "Life's a journey, woke with friends"), and discussed going swimming in our clothes, and actually got to the beach before we decided it was just too cold too do it, and we would have to drive all the way back to Owatonna yet. Then I drove us all the way back to Owatonna so that he could have supper with us :), and then we terrorized town a little (for example... what can 3 teenagers do with a dozen eggs and a car? teheehee), and after playing around on the Lincoln School playground, and playing around on the Mckinely School playground (and attacking the biffy and cramming all 3 of us into it for a good laugh), we left right ahead of the major storm that hit. We got him home, and then stood outside his house in the freezing cold for about 15 minutes just talking... avoiding saying goodbye. But then I started getting fidgety because the lightening and thunder were getting worse, and I could feel it starting to sprinkle. We started to say goodbye and gave eachother hugs and stuff, but then we got sidetracked on a conversation. :) Then the skies opened up, and it was like buckets were being poured on our heads. It was raining so hard, I was absolutely drenched by the time I got back in my car. It was funny when he gave me a hug again, because he kinda choked me... he's a bit taller than I am, and when he hugged me, his shoulder went right into my neck, cutting off my air supply a little. haha. It was funny though. I made this awful gagging sound. How romantic, right? :) I wish I could get up the nerve to ask him to homecoming or something... but I doubt it. And he's even single now! haha. So I could... but I won't. I just don't want to ruin the friendship that we have.

But he is just so hot, isn't he? So sweet and innocent looking. He really is a sweet guy. He knows how to make a girl feel good.

First day of school was today. Wasn't too horrible... freshmen were difficult to deal with. They were like deer in headlights, standing in the middle of the hallway and it was hard to get around them. They'll get it out of their systems within a couple of days, I hope. My brother hates when I refer to him in a freshmen sense... but he really really is like that. He was freaking out today, and I couldn't calm him down enough to actually tell him where he was supposed to go! haha. He doesn't understand the whole A plaza and B plaza thing. He just doesn't think things through.

Classes are alright. I think I actually have some difficult ones... I mean, Political Science (AKA senior soc.), and Newspaper seem the hardest. I actually have homework in political sci. that I was waiting for my mom to get home to help me with, and she's now home.... so I'm gonna go do that. I'll write more soon on my classes...