Today is the day for anything or nothing, either way it's another day. Sometimes my thoughts are comparable to those little fortunes you get in those chinese cookies. No one really likes the cookie part. It's the message it contains. Today is Saturday. Another slow day in my ever dying summer. I can't complain. I won't complain. I feel rather "chill" today. Not bitter. Not upset. Not sad. Just "chill." It's hard to be original these days. Everyone dresses and acts like such freaks. Where do the real freaks belong? So many useless topics on my mind right now. I couldn't count them all on one hand. Ridiculous. I need to get off of my ass today. Do something constructive with myself. Color or something. Anything would be sufficient. I think I am done for now. Not much else to type. Or think about. Or complain about. Done for now.