Hah, life has depressed into another one of those summer lulls. My body has been taken hostage by a full bout of inert forces, turning me into a lumpy potato. Ambulatory matters become ones of exertion. Funny how I used to feel that summer days dragged on and on because now I look back each night and think, "Where did my day go?" The clock ticks and the pendulum swings as I sit aimlessly browsing the Internet.
Having received my report card, I can finally cleanse my hands of junior year--a year mostly unremarkable now that I think about it. It didn't kill me, nor tickle me, nor amuse me. It was just there. To my utmost surprise, I managed to scrape an A- in English, a feat I had previously deemed impossible. My dad looked at my report card and gave a look of relief, "You haven't gotten any B's ever, right?" Whatever, I get the distinct feeling that my dad knows my grades much better than I do.
A pile of library DVDs, 5 boxes high, sits next to my bed away from the prying eyes of my parents. Sigh, how will I ever get through them and still be content with reality? Netflix is being really shitty about logging my returned DVDs; I beginning to experience that wonderful thing called "throttling." I need to give them a bitch call once I find their phantom customer service number.
AP Psych class slides deeper and deeper into oblivion and uselessness. For my next assignment, I'm supposed to give on example of why I am in to the Genital Stage of Freud's psychosexual development. Why is CTY telling us, a assembled group of geeks and nerds, to spill our sex lives?
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