No, I'm varying it. I know that I'm having a tough time. So I write entries like other people (Some like russ, some like Dave, Some like caitlin, mainly), and I meld them and make it my own. I'm happy with it; my diary is good again.

So anyways, I'm probably going to turn this into a Deana-entry, only melded into my own.

First of all, I'm convinced that my mom is the coolest person in the world. I woke up this morning, and I took a shower, and I started swearing and yelling and eventually crying. I walked upstairs, and I told my dad I couldn't go to work today, and he said to talk to mom.

Like all dads.

So I came upstairs and sat down until my mom woke up, and told her I couldn't go to work today. I cried, she hugged me. It was very reassuring. When I started to get up, she said, sarcastically, that I was feeling a little feverish and better go back to bed.

So I went back to bed.

I couldn't sleep. So I read about WarCraft III for a while. This is the kind of morning I wanted. I spent the morning by myself, relaxing.

My mom, who works (very) short hours, got to give me and my brother a ride to see the new Austin Powers. Phenomenal Opening Scene, otherwise pretty good move.

This was the kind of afternoon I wanted.

The rest of the day was lazy. I talked to a couple people, but mainly hung out on SWSE.

This was the kind of evening I wanted.

Today was the kind of day all summer was supposed to be. I wanted wake up, lie around until noon, do something, come home, hang around until midnight.

This is the first day it's been anything but wake up, take a shower, go to work, come home, eat lunch, feel guilty about not finishing summer homework, and then do something (probably depressing) until midnight.

You remember male middle class and white?

Add on 15, working, and not poor in terms of spending cash. That's me.

So it was a good day, representative of what the summer should have been.

If you ignore the relatives, it was a good weekend, even.

I look back on the last 5 weeks and wish I had broken down sooner or not broken down at all.
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