Craft parties and Ramundo

I get really annoyed when my friends don't write new blogs, so I guess I shouldn't be such a hypocrit. Well, today was mine and Corey's summer craft party extraveganza, which was about as much fun as you can possibly have in the pit of Hades that is Solano County right now. I thought that I would sadly grow apart from my high school friends after we all started college, but I'm so happy that I feel more like they are family than ever. For some reason Travis Hecker completely embodies everything I loved about my 4 years in high school to me. Sure he's crude, immature, obnoxious and completely silly, but I love him so much it causes physical pain at times. Its kind of like the love I have for Vacaville itself. So seemingly unlovable

The party was quite a sucess. The one guest that we invited that we INSTANTLY regretted ended up not showing up, and our ice-cream frogs turned out good! Oh, and Corey showed me the extended versions of several Celine Dion songs, which added new dimensions to perfection. We are going to see her in concert before she leaves Vegas if it costs us our lives.

Anyways, Corey and I came across these awesome looking hills on the way home from picking up party supplies. You'de think that we would have seen every hill and rock formation in the Fairfield-Vacaville area a hundred times over by now, but apparently the coolest one ever escaped our notice until now. We swore that once the things cool down to a brisk 90 degrees, we will hike all over that beast. We're fairly certain we will find an undescovered ancient Vacavillian settlement. I also came to the sad realization that Vacaville is a relatively new name to the area, so it would be like an ancient Xthlexynth settlement or something wierd like that.

I was almost at the end of my computer battery, so I actually wrote the part above last night. I had jury duty today, and let me tell you, it was a tough one. I so didn't think I would actually get selected, but I really hoped I would. It seemed like it could spice up my summer life. IT WAS INTENSE! First of all, I had to be in that stupid court room (which looked just like the one in GH) for like 12 hours, and I was super sleepy. Now I can't sleep at all with fear that I set loose a sociopath that is going to murder all of Fairfield and it will be on my head. You see, it wasn't a criminal trial, per se. A criminal trial seems a little easier. It was some sort of civil/criminal trial hybrid that determined whether to keep this one schitzophrenic guy at the Napa State Hospital as a threat to society or to let him go back to his extremely loving family. At first I was biased to keep him in custody, but then I had to weigh what would be the most just, merciful, and loving decision. I realized before the closing statements what that would be, and thought that it would be obvious to the other jurors. Unfortunately, I had to be that one annoying juror that has a different opinion for a while, until everyone else came to the same conclusion that I had. It is a personal risk for everybody, but hopefully we all did the right thing. My new greatest fear is a headline that states "Ramundo Martell Goes On Fairfield Killing Spree". Or worse yet, since Ramundo's Mom wants to take Ramundo to the gym once he's out, and they have membership to the gym my parents go to.....WHAT IF EXCERCISE BIKES SET HIM OFF AND GETS MY DAD?!!?!??!?!?!!!!!!!! Just a few pleasent thoughts to spice up my summer. I can't be really worried though, I prayed about it and I feel that I made the right choice. Anyways, I think the Martell family is very happy tonight with their son back.