I just realized its August 2nd so summer vacation is halfway over and I have at least two ginormous placement tests exactly a month away and I have studied...

Well I've studied how to round numbers.

Jesus.

So I announced at 9:30 in the morning (when I woke up) "I'm gonna belt myself to the chair and study!!!!" except then my mother asked me if I had finished packing for college yet (she's even more eager than I am; I think I'm kind of offended) and I said no, I couldn't find the comforter I was allowed to bring and she found it and the duvet and then

she ripped out a button on the duvet.

"Pah! Machine-sewn stuff is stupid! You should rip out all the buttons and sew them back in by hand! If a button falls out in college you know you won't have the time to do it!"

So. I sewed all morning.

And I got tired from sewing on my nice squishy bed, so I took a nap.

I did make progress: I did four questions while re-listening to Utada Hikaru's "This is The One" album.

(Jesus, did she really voluntarily want to sing "Dirty desire...dirty desire..."? Because I honestly would rather eat my own foot. )

(I really really really want to write funny, cynical songs that mean something. Stuff like...I don't know. Maybe stuff like Fiona Apple's song titles suggest they are (I haven't listened to it yet). Like Fall Out Boy without the riddles...)

But anyway. The fact is, I do the stupidest things.

gtg my mom's yelling in the driveway. I can hear her from the second floor...