MySpace is a Whore

MySpace won't let me log on, hence the subject line.  Every time I get on there, my IQ drops at least five points, which is why I hardly get on except to e-mail my brother and sister.  Maybe the "I'm talking about my family" vibe will permeate the internet and draw them to the following entry, since that's the only way they ever read my blog.  Then again, this entry isn't the sort of thing that would get my in trouble with them, so I highly doubt they would get through the entire entry.

Anyway, I went to Lagoon with my family yesterday and everyone had a good time (as usual), but now I'm so dead tired today.  Plus, my neck is sore from all the rides, but it didn't feel that way last night when my cousin, Jingles, was popping everyone else's necks back into alignment.  I really could use some free chiropractic service right now.  It's too bad that the Reil family is going back to Callao today and not coming up on Saturday with my parents and siblings because I would be looking forward to tomorrow even that much more.  Maybe I can rachet my neck back into place on my own (after that, I can raise the Titanic all by myself -- in case you medical types couldn't tell, that was sarcasm).

You know I'm beat when talking about my neck problems becomes a radical entry on LiveJournal.  Eh, to each his own (I still need to do some work on that Scribbulus essay. If I don't do it before school starts, I won't do it; that's just how life works).

Love from,
Jenny Wildcat