Kill the Lights

Britney Spears Title Marathon Continues.

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I'm home now. Summer has officially started--summer being that period between semesters where it's hot and your part-time job as a lifeguard or some shit makes you hate life. Lifeguard hating life. Teehee.

My brother is a still a space-wasting money vacuum. My mom still doesn't mind. My grandmother has deteriorated, and now thinks that "calling someone" means going out on her front porch and yelling their name really loud. Good thing the neighbors are nice people.

I found a copy of Ender's Game here at my house, so I read it because it was one of those books everyone had a while back and I had never gotten around to it.... and it was okay. A little sad, I guess. I don't know. My favorite book this year is still Five-Quarters of an Orange. Literary gasm.

I'm eating Black Raspberry ice cream. Wtf is a black raspberry?

For the past two days, I've woken up to a bagel kid text message. What does this mean? I'm pretty sure he bats for my team and all, but I still feel like he doesn't like me. They weren't about anything in particular, we just basically made heathen chemistry-related racist jokes that shan't be repeated here for fear of impending hatred. Hmm. I wonder if I'll get one tomorrow morning. If so, maybe bagel kid and I need to have a long discussion about the birds and the...no, not the birds. I hate birds.

Okay, sleep time.

In other news, MyPetRock got that four-ohhh! Happiness.