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Ugga moo moo

So much to talk about, it’s been over a month. And I know some people (Chase) is dying to read something new from someone. Luckily, I won’t give him the satisfaction of reading anything interesting or what “social” functions I’ve been a part of.

Let’s see…my days have been divided mainly on working on summer assignments, maplestory, and driving around places (though I can not specify due to it’s relativity to social functioning if that even makes sense).

Honestly I thought I had a lot to say…I actually don’t.

Chase, you’re useless at keeping me entertained. I was up until 4:30 with no one to talk to, thanks a lot. I also woke up at 8:30 today…it’s been 2 months since I’ve even done that–sleep for 4 hours. I guess I should prepare myself again for the school year.

I’ve really just recently seen the effects of my undying curiosity to know everything. It’s quite amazing how irrational I get, and upon looking back, how ridiculous it was.

Now I’m just seriously drawing a blank…I could’ve sworn I had a lot to say, and just about a list of 20 things that made me mad over the past month. Now I don’t remember anything at all. I think I am losing it a bit…people are right…

BTW: I only realized how much I love Seinfeld! It’s the best show ever, someone should buy me all their seasons. All 9 of them. Brings me back memories…

Sucks

Sucks when you can’t help a friend.

Tonight really got the cogs turning…

How awkward…

I was on the phone last night for 4 hours, and in that time frame I think we covered just about everything there is to know or ask about. Now thinking back, I feel awkward talking about all those things, and I don’t know why we even started those conversations up. I haven’t talked about things like that since…a while ago? I don’t even know, that seems so awkward now.

On a worser note, 4th of July sucked ass! First I get ditched, then I’m at home, then I fall asleep, then I try to read, and finally I’m on my computer before I start that 4 hour phone call. I should’ve gone to the beach! That’s it, next invititation I get, I’m going. I hate being at home, and even if I do hate the beach, I’d rather be there. Only downside is being lost and having to drive, which reminds me, tire pressure is a bit low.

Now I don’t have anything to do today either, and it’s always like this. Always. I knew I was going to hate the summer, I knew it from the very beginning. Sure, there are blotchy good times, but really there’s nothing to do at all. For all I know, crappyness overruns whatever fun I have. Ironically, it often happens the day after.

I guess I’ll go “read” now. I really hope I can finish this damn thing in time.

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What to say…

Everyone just happens to be busy at the exact same time.

I’m bored

And sick, I have a feeling that it’s the flu, but I’m really only coughing.

Good news though, I managed to find more antibiotics, so hopefully that will help.

Jamba juice jamba!

Yo

This has been a terrible week. From the frustrating Rube-Goldberg Machine (though floam attack was funny) to some people, it hasn’t been this bad since April. I’m just too annoyed by people right now, and I just feel like leaving the house and driving around aimlessly until 2:30 a.m. again. Those are good times.

Anyway, SATs Saturday, and I anticipate an improved score from last time. Not that I studied or even tried, but yeah, not improving would just be embarrassing. I’m hoping for perfect on math again, and an essay of at least 10, with an overall score of at least 2250. I mean, if I don’t even get over 2000 again, that’s just embarrassing. I don’t want to be the next Titus.

Back to writing. Write. Write. Write.