the power is out at my house. it's so miserable. i can barely sleep at night. so now i'm at my grandma's house and my pathetic excuse for an uncle is so goddamn loud i almost can't hear the music in my headphones. oh fucking hell. ~ last night byron came over and hung out in the heat with me. it was alright. he rolled me a cigarette with vanilla tobacco. delicious. he said he would talk to shan about giving me his hooka. if not then i'll probably buy it from him. i'm really going to enjoy that. we had a "talk" last night. i was really fucking upset afterwards, but i tried to conceal it. futile. i should know better than to even try to hide something from him. he can always read me like a book. sometimes i think he knows me better than i know myself. which is a little frightening. anyway, i have to go.