Wonderful weekend

This has been a hot, muggy afternoon, one where it's too hot to snuggle the kitties or wear shoes. You just want to find a crisp, clean stream running through a lush woods, and wade in up to your knees. But I haven't been to Drake's Creek. Tomorrow, I may get to go to Centennial Park (in Nashville) with Lorilei, but I think I'd be in serious trouble if I waded in Lake Watauga while we were there.

But this weekend, since it was dry outside, we got to go visit the horses at a local farm. I so love them. Someday I'll have one of my own. Maybe someday I'll own a horse farm. One of my favorite things to do in September is go to live racing in Franklin, where Lorilei works. But that's another story. It can wait till another time.

The artwork isn't complete yet or I'd link to it. But I got to pat, feed, and even curry horses. Then I got to ride one. Lorilei took pictures of the horses and me. I learned to ride at girls' camp one summer when I was about nine, but I don't get to ride every day.

I love my computer. It's like a friend I can confide to, rant to, and share things with. But there's a sense of freedom that fills you when you ride, like wind filling a sail on a boat. It's like coming out of a dark, musty corner into the sunlight and filling your lung with clean air.

Ooh. My TV show's on. I almost forgot.
Later ~
P.L.

Hey, it's me!

Okay, I know that's ungrammatical. Give me a break. It's street dialect. Or something like that.

I'm so excited! Lorilei sent me a new button, and I'm on it. How cool is that?



I need to change clothes so I can go to the pool with Jen, Emily, and Ang. It was just too oppressively hot to be outside, earlier. But I'm packing my sunglasses and my sunblock in my tote bag so I'll be prepared to face the sunshine.

Ooh -- there's the door. Bet that's Jen's mom now. Gotta go!
~ P.L.

Much too hot

No, I'm not referring to Tom Felton. It's very warm and muggy here in southern Kentucky. It's 69.5°F at 1:30 in the morning. The full moon was a pale golden color when I looked out my window . And I should be in bed asleep, but I'm not. I'm sitting in front of my fan, with my computer on, listening to MP3s and chatting on instant messenger with a couple of my friends. One of them, Emily, is really mad at her crush, but it isn't like we didn't tell her.
I don't have a boyfriend at the moment. Most of the boys I know are so immature. It's really sad.

I have been reading tonight. I'm almost through Pride and Prejudice. It is so good! I love it when Lizzy realizes that Darcy -- well, I'd better not tell you, in case you haven't read it yet.

I'm sitting here in a cool organic t-shirt I got from Lorilei. See?



I love the way it feels, so soft and light. And I especially love that it's organic cotton, made by American Apparel.
It is really nice to wear around the house, with a pair of shorts. I don't have to be afraid David will sneak in and take a digital picture of me in something really embarrassing. The last time he tried that, I had to hurt the boy, as much as I despise violence against children.

I'm going to be visiting the horses this weekend, I think, and I'm really pumped about that. Lorilei and I both love horses, and she wanted some pictures of me with them. I'll tell you all about it soon.

I hear a noise outside my door. It had better not be the boy. You'd think he would learn. Hope I don't have to do anything too harmful to him.

'Night ~
P.L.

The beginning of something cool

Okay, this is new. I'm just starting this blog to tell about my life. Sometimes someone else may pop in to tell about their side of things. I mean, it's my blog, but I think it's only fair to hear all sides. Well, sometimes. David isn't allowed in here. He is a pest and a brat.

Anyway, I'm a teenaged girl. I love art, reading, animals, Orlando Bloom, Daniel Radcliffe, movies, music... but not typical contemporary music. Urgh. I like older music, and different kinds. Sometimes my friends think it's funny that I like old vinyl records better than hip-hop and MTV.

For about a year now, I've been modeling for Artist at Work, an online store through CafePress. The store owner, Lorilei, is also an artist, though she's older than I am. We have a lot of things in common. In fact, she said I remind her of her inner child. That's kind of a cool thing to be.

Anyway, at first I think I was a little bit of a brat (though not as bad as David), but I'm better now. I'm more comfortable just being me.
And I adopted a model name, though everyone else hates it. I think "Positively Lethal" has a certain attitude to it, but everyone just calls me "P.L."
I used to hate my name.
Okay, I'll tell you what P.L. really stands for. After all, I do love 60s music too.
No, maybe I shouldn't. I'd never live it down, especially when everyone started singing. Well, all right.
It stands for "Penny Laine."

Okay, you can stop laughing now. So my parents were hippies. I'll bet some of you are named after Mama Cass, Donovan, or Ringo.

It's way past time for me to be in bed, but at least it's summer. No school tomorrow.

Till later,
P.L.