Well, I go to summer school starting next week. Hiram Johnson. Boy I just can't wait. Well, it probably won't be so bad. How bad can English be?

You know, I'm not really feeling myself lately. This probably isn't something you readers would find particularly interesting, but I just feel like talking about it, knowing that it CAN be read (weather or not it actually IS doesn't really matter)...I feel like I have completly lost myself. In a lot of ways, the things you own can reflect a lot about you. I look around at my belongings...Things that I at one point felt a connection to. But I've been looking at myself through the things I own and seeing myself as someone else feeling no sense of ownership towards them. Looking from outside myself...I am fucking obnoxious.

Actually, you know I think I get like this every summmer, the heat really fucks with my brain. I get in such a funk come May. I'm sure when September rolls around and the sunrise, sunset; wake up, drool at a desk, go home to sleep, rinse and repeat cycle gets going agian, things will be the same. When you don't have that God awful routine to keep your mind off of actually THINKING about things, your brain goes ka-put.