Two Men In New Blogs.

Yesterday was a fine day. Me, Saira, my Uncle Chris, my cousin Danielle, my cousin Emily and her boyfriend Jake all went kayaking in the early morning. Despite my anxiety about waking up at 10 AM, i ended up waking up at 8 AM by accident. That always happens when i am nervous to wake up. Saira agreed to come enthusiastically, and she had a great time. We stopped at an island to cook some hot dogs and smores on this little grill we brought. But this island was covered in freakish, really fast spiders. You take one step, and three little spiders go running away. It was insane. And there was a mama spider near the water on a rock. This thing was huge, and my crazy Uncle touched it. Me and my brother were stunned by what he had done. Haha. Then our inflatable kayak(me and Saira's) was attacked by freakish water spiders after lunch. But the rest was fun. We sucked each other's kayaks with water guns and balers. Saira thought it was funny, so that's good. She liked my hair cut too. So far, people like my hair cut generally. After we kayaked, i went to Best Buy with my brother to get the new Wolf Parade album on the first day of release. It's a good album. I was giddy when i saw what the case looked like. The Arcade Fire album is even more exciting though. But there's a month left until that comes out. It comes out the day after their Philadelphia show, WHICH I AM ATTENDING! It's great. And since my brother is buying the tickets tomorrow, (the show is on August 2nd) we will most likely get good spots. I hope this Summer goes by as slow as it usually does. My Uncle Brian is visiting to California. He likes to go places and do fun things. I'm going on a bike ride with Nick on this slightly less hot day. Good bye.

We Used To Blog.

So, i got a legitimate haircut today. My mom basically forced me too, but i figured it was time too. She really wanted me to look like Robert Pattinson. His new hair is long on top and shaved on the sides. So we got my hair to look like that somewhat. Not really. It's shorter than his. But the top and sides blend and it looks normal. We got a master stylist by accident, but she did a master job. I got a treat of a Wendy's lunch for accepting the cutting of the hair. Then me and my mom drove by Saira's newly rented home. She hasn't moved in yet. My hair is finally shorter than hers. The Wolf Parade album is out in two days, and my mother agreed to drive me out to Best Buy to purchase a physical copy. With some bands, i have a tradition of getting the actual compact disc in it's case. For example, i bought my first Arcade Fire, Wolf Parade and Modest Mouse albums in their physical form, so i have to keep that trend with those bands. Also, there is going to be an unveiling of a Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows trailer tomorrow night. That gets me really excited. I'm going on a bike ride with Nick now. Goodbye. He likes my haircut.

Little Golden Blog.

Virginia was nice. I got to ride a sketchy Go-Kart, experience nausea and headaches and eat an omelet at the same time, see Norge Virginia and the pretty fields there, go to Virginia beach, go down a huge inflatable water slide on the beach, go under water without holding my nose, see Toy Story 3 in 3-D at 10:00 PM at this modern fancy movie theater with counters and office chairs (that was a great movie, by the way), and hang around in the blistering heat in a different state. I had 50 dollars left from 95 dollars that i had, and this was insufficient funds for my Summer spending plans. There's a Wolf Parade album coming out on Tuesday, a live Arcade Fire show in Philly on August 2nd, and a new Arcade Fire album out the next day. But, my generous Auntie gave me thirty bucks for helping clean up her home for my visiting Uncle Brian, who once drove me to Saira's home really late at night in the middle of a blizzard randomly on our way up to Wawa last time he visited. So, now i have enough money for everything. I got to hang out with my boys(Colton and Nick) today briefly before i helped my Aunt and Saira came over. Me, my Aunt Janie, my Uncle Brian, and Saira all drove up to Rita's and got some Gelaties later. Then Saira stayed here for a while and watched Lars and the Real Girl with me and didn't like it. It's a shame. I put her through all that just to get a negative reaction. This year, there is like 600 new species of flies and beetles entering and circling my home. And that means more predators like spiders and centipedes. Oh, well. I've braved the spider attacks during Summertime before. It's a never ending battle. I'm two weeks into Summer, and I'm doing fine. Tonight, I reluctantly gave Saira the gifts i bought her in Virginia on our last day there. I got her a colorful(mostly purple, because that's her favorite color and i asked my mom to pick out the purple-est bracelet they had) woven bracelet with three peace sign/heart charms on it. She loved that, which was good. And despite my worries and fears, she liked Richard, the spherical, stuffed Racoon. Haha. The five and a half hour home was torture. The way there was okay because i was looking forward to seeing sights in Virginia and i was excited to go there, but i was disappointed. There are no good sights but roads and trees. And some buildings. And one big bridge. And a tunnel. The way back was terrible because i had two sodas and a frappucino from Starbuck's, and my chemical arrangement forced me to stay awake. I nearly went bonkers. I began hitting the inner walls of the car, yelling silly things at people in other cars, eating all our food, drinking the ice water in my Coke cup, making fun of my parents, and videotaping myself making funny faces. Once i got home, i was forced to hang out with seven-hundred people at once. Well, three. That's all for now.

About Blog.

:::::-----{{{This Blog is very old. I discovered it, unpublished, so i decided to put it up. It isn't even finished. But hey, read it anyway.}}}}}---:::

I am an extreme perfectionist, especially when it comes to editing profiles of myself on the internet. It takes me a very long time to have every thought i want told in my About Me section, and fish out the unnecessary ones. Woe is me. I really like Wild Beasts now. They're British. My iPod was suspiciously not turning on for a couple days this week. It was just black, no matter what i did to the cursed thing. My brothe came home briefly last night, put the iPod in his hands, and it came back to life. He did the same thing to my sister's iPod. I swear he knows some trick that Apple Executives taught him. I'm having a day off from hanging out with my pal Nick, today. We have created a company. It consists of me and him collecting stray sports balls in local fields. We have around 40-something balls so far.

Neon Blog.

Today is an interesting day. I fell asleep at around 2 AM last night. I wake up at 8:30 AM to my dog's frantic shaking in her dreams. I tell her to get off the couch, and i fall back asleep. I wake back up at around 11:30 AM to my sister making crazy noises to my dog. I thought it was annoying, until i turned around and saw her shaking my dog up and down, making my dog look like she was making the noise, baring her teeth and holding her paws up. It was hilarious, actually. Then i tried my best to get more sleep so i wouldn't be tired while i went over to Saira's house later today. So i woke up at 1:48 PM. It's ironic how i rounded up or simplified the rest of the times of me waking up or sleeping, and i did the exact minutes for that one. I guess that's enough sleep. Saira and her mom will pick me up after they are done work at their babysitter client's house. Then we might pass by her newly purchased house. Her mom's significant other and her rented this nice house with four bedrooms the other day, and they are moving in by the end of the month. It's good, because Saira hates her current house. I am listening to Arcade Fire music i haven't heard in a long time. That is useless information. I have been taking many lonely bike rides lately, since NICK IS IN UTAH. I also have gotten used to the trick of riding all the way to the high school and back with no hands. It's fun. I did it last night in the dark, with my shades on. I can't wait to go to Virginia on Sunday. It's going to be a long drive, and i'm glad my wonderful mother got me a new pair of the same headphones i had before that i broke. I really love Raising Arizona. It's a movie about a poor couple who steal a baby since they can't have one of their own. It's hilarious. My brother gets to come with us to Virginia the whole week, and i am very excited. Uhh...yeah. And by the time Nick gets back, i'll be gone. I think. But anyways, goodbye. This is the end of this blog. Peace out.

Blog In Love.

I have been listening to streams of new Wolf Parade songs lately, and they have some good music set up for their album that's coming out June 29th. That means i have a new source of blog titles. I am going over to Saira's house tomorrow, once they are done work at 5:30 PM. This will be the last time we see each other for another week. I am going to Virginia sometime Sunday and coming home Friday night. My dad won a trip there, with hotel reservations and such. There is a depleted Dr. Pepper supply in my house, and that sucks. I saw this 180 Degrees South documentary last night about these guys travelling down to the West coast of South America to climb this one mountain. It was really cool, and the dude from Modest Mouse wrote most of the music for it. Last night, i stayed up until the sun was just about to creep over the horizon. Which isn't good. But it's Summer, and i don't care. Me and my brother vowed to see the sun come up in Virginia. I hate this Vitamin Water...i want Dr. Pepper. Now my stomach is dead...he wishes for his love Caffeine to be with him once again. I just ate a chocolate chip muffin, which would have gone great with a DR. PEPPER. I'm an addict, i know. Well, that's all i have to write about. Bye. Love you. No, not you. You. NO, NOT YOU! THE OTHER PERSON! Yes, you.

I'm Like A Paper Blog.

I'm finding it harder and harder to eat a decent breakfast. I did eat a wonderful stack of pancakes I purchased myself at Nudy's downtown the other day when i went there with my brother and sister. But today, i had a Dr. Pepper, Tuna, and Dr. Pepper. My stomach lining probably has me on it's hit list. My brother was late for work today, and it was my torturous, younger brother nature that got him awake. I had no knowledge of him being late, but just for the fun of it, i threw a stack of Dunkin' Donuts recyclable drink holders(we have millions of them, and me and my brother had the idea of collecting them for some sort of art project) at him while he was sleeping in my bed. He woke up, and ran out the front door. I chased after him, and he revealed to me that he thought it was 12:00 PM, when it was actually 3:00 PM. He said he might be back, because his boss might just tell him to take the day off. I hope he comes back. That would be nice. It's summer time, and that's wonderful. I had a great day yesterday with my fantastic girlfriend Saira. We took a delightful walk around the neighborhood near nighttime. They're starting to prepare the building of the new middle school, in that big high school field. Which is stupid. There's dirt piles, concrete pipes, rolled up fences, and trailers around that area. Industrialism is stupid, in my opinion. Why can't they just leave things be? I am out of headphones..the ear phones i have are painful. One of them is missing a noise pad thingy and it's in two pieces, and i can still somehow fit it in my ear and have it work. I've been showing everyone i know Lars And The Real Girl lately. I never really got to finish it with anyone. Except my mom, and she liked it a lot. It's a running joke in my home to randomly say "Nick's in Utah" repeatedly now. Whenever i pass his house, i remind myself that he's in Utah, and i always announce it to whoever i'm with. My mom even goes along with it. My brother is annoyed by it, but i think it's funny. Me and Colton hung out on Sunday, and we did some hilarious things. We went out in the pouring rain in the afternoon, shirtless, both donning aviator glasses(the shiny mirror ones) and walked around the whole town, pointing at different people in cars to get their attention. A couple people beeped at us. It was pretty fun. I hate Pink Floyd. I don't know what else to write....i need some sort of decent sign-off statement. Oh, my brother has Netflix on the XBOX now, so i can watch a bunch of movies for free on their instantly. It's pretty awesome.

Blogging's Gettin' Easy.

Yesterday was the last day of school. We did nothing, as per usual. It was a gloriously boring half-day, but it was cool in a way. I unintentionally ended up alone on my walk home, which happens every year on the last day. But it was abnormal this year because i actually had someone to walk with. I told Nick, Colton, and Saira that  they couldn't come over because i like being alone on the last day. It was only coincidence that i walked home alone. Nick couldn't catch up with me. There is always some kind of weird mood about the last day of school, especially this one. The lighting is different, due to the earlier time of dismissal. I also met up with my dog and my crazy sister on their walk to the school to see the high school Graduation. I got home, lied in bed, and listened to music. And later that day, i had to restrain my dog into my room and keep her sedate, because my mom's friends were here. It was around 7:30, and I made my dog lie down, and i lied down too. Then, i spread my legs and slept for 17 hours. I was looking forward to eating a meatball sub from Alfredo's later that evening, but i guess it's too late now. I was woken up at 6:00 AM to my mom trying to convince me had to go to school. It didn't work. I had about 400 different mini-dreams, and i bet if you named a place, any place, I would have a vague memory of it being in my dream. I was compensating for all those hours of sleep i missed this year, which was actually a lot more than 17, i can tell you that. It was bizarre waking up after all that. I am going to the mall with my dear Saira in about a half an hour. What fun. It still hasn't fully sunk in that i have no school to go to for another three months. I am so used to the routine of going to school now, that it's just programmed in my mind, and i don't even know what NOT going to school feels like. I get to go to Virginia in a week. And my best pal Nick is going to Utah THIS week. So we won't see each other for two weeks. Oh well. I really have to hang out with my friends this Summer like mad before High School comes. We don't have many classes together. But, it was like that this year, and i still made three great friends. So, people whine for nothing. That's all for today. Thank you for your time, and Goodnight.

Do You Wanna Blog?

So, the terrible place we all have nightmares over the Summer about called School is finally over. Well, for me, only middle school is over. Which is good, i guess. It feels like i haven't been there long enough. I went to Barkley for 5 years. FIVE YEARS OF MY LIFE! And i only went to PAMS for three. And now i am going to High School for four. Jeez, if i thought Middle School was hard, High School is going to pull down my pants and shove me in a locker. They say it's a great new experience. That's a bunch of propaganda. It's a nightmarish place, and they know it. My poor friend Nick gets Intro To Cooking, and i get Intro To Art. Lucky me, i guess. And i was mistakenly put into Geometry Honors, but Mr. Curry said specifically that I'd be in Geometry College Prep. If this isn't a mistake, i don't have to retake Algebra 2 in 10th grade. So, we had that amazingly boring Awards Ceremony in the High School gym on Wednesday, where i had to get fancy attire for, because it was our "Graduation" from Middle School. There was a ridiculous amount of people in this room. It was boring because i was called last, due to my surname. Me and Nick were joking about it the whole time. Him being Mr. Yatsko, he was a seat away from me. Colton tried to sit back in his metal chair at one point, and the torturous bully girl pulled it back and he fell. It was hilarious, to say the least. Saira didn't necessarily love my outfit. Then, afterwards, there was a video presentation of our middle school memories. I bet Nick that I wouldn't be in it, and he bet that he wouldn't be in it. We both won, so it cancelled out. Afterwards, was the dance. Our parents departed, after Nick's dad pretended to cry and weep as he ran up to hug me, mocking how this graduation was no big deal. The dance was alright. There was a mob of fist-pumping, Chick-Fil-A nuggets everywhere, and rave music. As a joke, i would come up behind Colton and start doing the Bump to him. He thought it was hilarious, Nick didn't. Nick had a balloon at one point, and i ran up behind him to take it, and when i touched it, it popped. I couldn't stop laughing. Yes, i slow-danced with Saira, and yes, i did kiss her. Write a book about it. A couple people cried, and i think that's ridiculous. It ain't the end of school at all. It is HARDLY any sortof big deal. Of course, i did have a little blonde friendgirl who was crying, which broke my heart, and Saira made me hug her. Nick left early, because he hated the place, already had like eight Coke cans, and had to watch the Flyers. Then, afterwards, i told Mrs. Radatti that she was my favorite teacher, and bolted silently(there's a technique to that)through the school, with no one else there, to get to the front, where i was the only one being picked up. It was dark, and misty. I liked it. I didn't get any awards, except for the thing that said i passed the 8th grade. Now that i have written a whole blog for that, i better stop and make another.

Poetry Is For Losers.

My heart turns another ninety degrees,
At every hour, of every day, of every week.

Sometimes i feel as if there is nothing to heal it,
Sometimes i wish to forget it or shelve it or seal it.

I might hear a song, and that may bring it back,
But my love is a pretty vase, and everyday, it cracks.

My analytic mind is impatient for it to fall,
but my heart tries to piece it together, to survive another call.

My heart and mind are on a tilting scale, a turning graph,
I'd rather have us be cheesey, then for us to be just a laugh.

This Must Be The Blog.

I have nothing to write about today. But i've just been putting out short, pointless blogs everyday recently. I'm now listening to "Rhinestone Cowboy" right now. I think i've talked about every new song I like and every interesting thing that has happened in my life recently already. Nick and Colton are trying to fix up this makeshift bike park in the middle of this little forest next to the high school. It used to be a really long track for bikes made of dirt with jumps and stuff. But now it's just random junk like chairs and grills, and dirt piles. But Colton and Nick are now stealing my shovel all the time and dragging me back there to fix up the place. I guess we've been making good progress. I don't know, i don't really care about it. It was their idea. Today, i snuck out of the place without them noticing after some random kids that they knew came. It's a suburban outlet of outdoor activity for bored teenagers, that's what it is. Despite all the trees, it's pretty light in there. This is all completely irrelevant. Oh, here's something to talk about! Monty Python! I've always KINDOF liked them, but now i've been watching the skits more since my brother has introduced me to their works and junk. Funny stuff. I love the Lumberjack Song. I'm hanging out with Saira a little later after she goes to the mall. Oh my god, i'm listening to This Must Be The Place by Talking Heads again, and it is a GREAT song. I'm in love with it. It's great enough as it is, but thinking about things that make me all fuzzy on the inside is it's catalyst. Catalyst to make me more in love with how the song sounds and how it makes me feel. Okay, so recently i've been listening to 70's songs lately, so what? Don't judge me, i know i'm just like my dorky dad. I accept that. Cher, Glen Campbell, Talking Heads. You have to love air conditioning. Okay, i promise, i'll write about my idea for a movie in the next blog.

Blogs Of Summer.

So, i just excavated the bottom drawer of this computer desk for a Beach Boys Greatest Hits CD. I've been in the mood to hear their music for a little bit now. I heard them at that Memorial Day cookout with Saira on Monday, and it brought back memories. I listened to them a lot around the time of me being in 3rd and 4th grade. My mom had an interview for a customer service job, but didn't like the place. I had to run a shovel up to Colton and Nick who were down the street in flip flops. Probably the hardest thing to do ever. My toe was injured from running in my dad's shoes outside and jamming it into the asphalt, so it wasn't easy. So, i'm putting this Beach Boys CD on my iTunes, then onto my iPod. It brings back so many memories. Well, not really, it just makes me feel nostalgic. School is really messing up my head. It's hot, and all this stress is killing me. Today, i was so tired that i hardly talked at all, or even thought. But anyways, i have a date with the Sounds Of Summer, so goodnight.

Lars And The Real Blog.

I lied, i'm not going to be telling my movie idea yet. But i want to tell you all that Lars And The Real Girl is my favorite movie ever. It's amazing. It's dramatic and touching, but quirky and funny at the same time. And you get so involved because it's so introspective and emotional, and interesting because you see how this lonely depressed guy gets through his bad past by doing weird, crazy stuff. But i love it, and i just recently bought the movie on iTunes. I like "This Must Be The Place" by the Talking Heads now. It was in that movie. It's getting really hot, and i couldn't be more sick of it. I hate orange soda. At least it's Friday. Four and a half school days left. Yay. I'm sick of school. SO SICK OF IT. And everyone involved in it. I'm alone right now, and it's great. Oh, it's hard to make decisions, especially mine. Well, i've probably got more ahead. This is a pouty 'oh-well' blog if you haven't noticed already.

Gypsies, Tramps, Blogs.

Today, Saira came on over after school. We had a nice time, then Colton and Nick randomly showed up on their way to an adventure to T.D. Alfredo's. Saira did not like that at all, and i could tell, so i sortof hurried them back on their way. Then they came back later with a pizza. I ate some, Saira didn't. They wanted me to go with them outside and do all this stuff, but i stayed with Saira because i could tell she didn't want me to, and she hates these guys. I feel good about it. I have 5 and a half school days left. Next week is going to be so easy and smooth. Just celebrations and fun. The end of middle school. I can't really be happy, next year is high school. Oh well. I was going through downtown Phoenixville tonight in the rain with my brother, and i heard this crazy awesome song and found out that it was "Gypsies, Tramps, Thieves" by Cher. It's a great song, and "Rhinestone Cowboy" by Glen Campbell is pretty good too. My friend Nick likes that song too much. So, i have this idea for a screenplay, or story or whatever. I'll write about it in my next blog.

Blog For A Fuddy Duddy.

Before i wrote this blog, i checked the meaning of 'fuddy duddy' in case it was dirty or something. It means a very dull, old-fashioned, fussy person. And the title fits, this blog is fussy, in a way. And it is most certainly dull. I had a terrible day today. Actually, no it wasn't. I had first period (Communications{Media Stuff}) and most of second period (Social Studies) then i left to the Auditorium where i waited forever with other 8th graders(only a few) to take a group of Fifth graders from East Pikeland Elementary(i had no idea who they were) on a tour of the school. We needed a partner, and i couldn't get one, so this nice girl Carli took the liberty of dealing with my drab, undoubtedly dull personality. But it was interesting. There was two class clowns of the group, who were so extremely NOT funny no matter how hard they tried. I can't explain the modern child's sense of humor, but it annoys the living crap out of me. They act all cooky and disrespect other's in a way, and it just makes me plain angry. But the most annoying younger kids make me so aggravated because they remind me of my younger self, uneducated, seemingly inconsiderate, and full of myself. I've grown up, don't worry. Before I go on, i hung out with my brother and his best-friend-for-years Anthony Noble, who is the technical Uncle of my old best friend Collin Savery, but he just thinks of him as his brother. He's nice, and hilarious too. We went to Philly for my brother to pay his rent and for us to go to Sonic. It was great fun. I hid behind a couch and my brother was terrified and wondered where i was. There was a bunch(they just kept coming, there was millions) of tool-y jerks with shiny, jacked up cars and like two girls. Basically a bunch of beefcake jerkface tools. Anyways, then we drove home. It was a nice, hilarious trip. Anyways, annoying 5th graders. There was an adorable little girl, who was the little sister of a somewhat-friend of mine. She was being teased by other little idiotic, inconsiderate kids. Her older brother can grow a beard, and he's in my grade, and they said that she had facial hair. She was obviously offended, but still managed to smile it off, but i was sympathetic. I told her she didn't have facial hair, but apparently she doesn't like being talked to. Hey, i tried. Then one kid said, "Hey, you have facial hair!" to me. And i went, "Well, yeah, i'm a guy." And some idiot jerk kid who was half my size says, "Could've fooled me." It was funny, I have to admit, but still. This is why I have a love/hate relationship with kids. We share the same spirit, and i love instructing them and teaching them things and making them laugh, but they're brutally offensive to people with no knowledge of what others feel when they're insulted. Anyways, i got to skip a couple classes because of this tour, and it was kindof funny. We were quiet at one point, waiting for other kids to pass by, and Nick walked by, and i shouted out, "And there's my best friend Nick!" to the kids, and Nick goes, "HI!" in a friendly voice. Funny stuff. I also saw Saira during the tour, obviously enjoying the sight of me conducting little kids. I went on a bike ride with Nick and Colton today after school after i invited Nick over and Colton randomly barged in. I just wanted to smack a couple tennis balls with the racket in the field, but they wanted to go riding, and i couldn't protest, so we did that activity and went. I got into my Gym shorts, which ended up being a bad idea in retrospect. Good for this darned heat, but not good for leg protection. I went off that jump that caught me off guard in that other blog before, and my first try, i landed short of the seat, and my butt landed on the back tire. I didn't hit anything valuable, but pain insued. The bike seat sucker punched my directly in the intestines, the axle cut up my shin pretty bad, and the spinning back tire stuck on my shorts and pulled them off. It was quite funny, but it was a bit painful. Then Nick's second try on the jump was basically the same, but it caused no damage. Well, it did cut three huge holes in his brand new shorts(which probably earned him an enormously angry outburst and scolding from his mother). So then we rode home, i sweated like a boar, and then i cooled off and junk. I don't have to worry about the Final that much anymore. I took the first half today and it was EASY PEASY. Air conditioning prevents many teen suicides, i'm sure. So, my permanent bed is the couch until i see those identical huge spiders dead and buried in the Alaskan Tundra soil. So there. Saira has made a blog. I will post a link on Facebook. Read it please. Her distress and negative attitude is quite entertaining. Haha, JUST JOKING MY DARLING.

Empty Blog.

To whom it may concern, "Empty Nest" by Wild Beasts is my most frequently played Wild Beasts song now, and probably my favorite. Okay, this heat is bothering me to my boiling point, literally. Luckily, we have the WORST FANS ON EARTH at my school! The only good ones we have are the ridiculously huge ones in the hallways, and they don't do much when they aren't where WE ACTUALLY ARE, HUH? But it's nice walking through the hallway after a steaming hot Gym class and getting blown off your feet by those noisy black windmills called fans. I have 7 and a half days left of middle school. That's cool. Except my English teacher gives project after project every week and we have minimal amounts of time to do them. And plus, i have to do a Algebra 2 Final Exam tomorrow and Thursday. It causes me much stress, as i have not done very well in the second half of the year, which is what the test is on. Luckily, i have friends who are almost a fraction as worried as i am. I let Nick borrow my old Halo 3 game so we could play online with eachother between our houses when i play my extension copy thingy part of the game. I probably mentioned this before, but i need to go to this Graduation Dance on one of the last days of school after we have this Graduation Ceremony, where we have to wear legitimately fancy clothes and junk. I loathe picking out formal stuff to wear. I'm like my Dad, in the way that i don't really care about the formal stuff and clothes, but i'm also like my Mom, in the way that i'd do anything not to look like an idiot in my suit, and get the perfect thing to wear. And then i have to go swimming at the YMCA with my peers, and be embarrassed by my lack of swimming skills. My brother has off today again, and is still here, but he's out with his friends, probably playing the sports that he was going to play with me yesterday, but couldn't. You see, i went to this Memorial Day cookout at Saira's mom's boyfriend Seth's place. He has a nice house. Sortof a Frankenhouse. Parts of it are old and are being reconstructed and moved into, and other parts are brand new and nice. I've seen many houses like that. And he has 5 mirrors in his home, which i found odd and hard to miss. Anyways, we had nice burgers and hot dogs, and Seth's friends came, who i didn't know and generally did not enjoi being around so much. I'm not good with older people and older teenagers. I'm sensitive about that because of my older siblings and stuff. But otherwise, it was okay. I swam for a bit, got sunburn, and little did i know that my family was waiting for me to come home at 3, like i told them, so i could go to another cookout at my Grandmom's, but i stayed until like 6 and made my siblings and Mom upset. But i figured me going to another cookout meant i couldn't go to my Grandmom's. Eh, it's hot, i have a headache, i'm stressed, and i don't want to think of it anymore.