Summer's already reached the point where I'm staying home all day playing the Sims in my pajamas. I get kind of depressed when I realize I do nothing with myself. I really want to call all those people I'll never hang out with. And then hang out with them. But it's just so much easier not to. Luckilly, tomorrow I get to hang out with Ellison, who I absolutely love to death. I actually enjoy liking him more than he likes me. And I think he likes me a fair amount. We want to smoke together, but that involves putting effort into getting some. I don't like buying weed at all. So we might just go downtown or hiking or beaching or whatever the hell we feel like. I'm excited. I'm gaining weight again. Being home all day makes me idly munch. Yuck. And I can't help being dissapointed about Andrew still. It seemed like it was going to be so good. I had panic attacks because of that boy. And then I ended up not liking him at all. Bummer. And I don't think I'll ever see hook-up boy again. I don't think I'm even attracted to him anymore. It's almost sad that I don't care if I ever see him again. Now I'm going to go post comments on people's diaries and ask them to hang out mainly because I'm too antisocial to call anyone.