Woke up. Mowed the lawn. Read my new National Geographic. Talked to people on the internet. Danced in the shower. Went tubing down the canyon canal. Slept for four hours... I dont sleep, I go into my own little coma. Went shopping with my mother. Went to my friends house and helped her remodel the back room. Came home. Talked to my mom. Drank water punch. Got on the internet. I am talking to this guy. This guy that I had a fling with a while ago. He asked me on a date. I laughed at him. He says that he wants to hang out... but he really wants to make out. He broke up with his girlfriend yesterday. Dumbass. I might. Yes, I danced in the shower. Laugh at me dear void, because society thinks that dancing in the shower is "not cool". I dont care. I was happy. Do you know the feeling? The feeling of warm water beating upon your naked skin as you sing and dance to a good song on the radio? Pure happiness I tell you. Yesterday she third wheeled me. Meh, I was in a bad mood anyway. Tommorow I will go and play with my duck. We will probobly go and play in the water, because that is where my duck belongs. He is still talking to me. "You flirt" I say "I am the only one who is allowed to do such things." He laughs and says "I dont care". So self confidant. I will break you of this habit. My little brothers are listening to Disney music in there room. I sing along in my head. Take that society! Hmm... he is best friends with my puppy... my puppy meaning the other him. But that one is vactioning... so... maybe for awhile. No, no hollie. You may not. I dont allow you. I bit his neck yesterday... it was entertaining... I was feeling vampiric... he smells good. God dammit... make up you fucking mind!!! Fine, lets find a different subject... The fireworks lasted 12 minutes... very... very... pathetic... She third wheeled me... as I said, so I left them to do... whatever... I waited by the car untill they came to me. I hate being third wheeled. I bit her neck too, it was even more entertaining because she screamed... Haha... scaring the youth... So, tommorow: Play with my duck, try NOT to spend any money. See a movie with the third wheeler, inviting another friend. MAYBE hang out with my flirt, cant decide. I am socialy booked for the day. Lets hope it all works out. Meh, people feel bad for me. I should keep my complaints to myself, then they would know the truth... Life doesnt much suit me anymore... how very true... But truth is in the eye of the beholder... As is intelligence, and beauty. But the beholder is delusional, and wants it to be this or that. So the truth is skewed, beauty lies, and intelligence is based on your GPA and not on your mind. Oh well. To my beholder, and my void, I have to say that... I dont fucking care anymore. In the name of lameness