...sure, lot's has happend, but none of that matters anymore.

All I really want to do is bitch about how much I hate Rob and Tim, or why growing up really blows, or how I'm poor and pathetic...

Maybe I'm getting tired of this whole online public diary deal because then I never have anything to talk about when I see my friends because they've read my spiel. It's kinda weird too... stalkers.

I've had a lot of "deep realizations" lately, just about random things... 'deep' things... just like, "Oh... so that's why blah blah..." n in my head I hear the narrator from the sandlot saying, "It was then I realized why so and so was so blahblahblah..."

Yeah, it's true though. I don't know what I'm talking about.

I hate being so young. I need some friends my own age... that are, like, not immature... wait, I didn't say that.

I'm trying to decide what to put for that expired counter down there... considering I got my braces off and everything... I guess a countdown until the end of summer or something. That's a depressing countdown though.

Despite all the crap, I think I'm having the best summer of my life.