I have been feeling sick, but I guess that's because I haven't been eating much or getting any sun. I thought about getting a tan this summer, but I've gotten more pale. Oh well.

I am going on vacation.

I've watched documentaries on Florida, an after-school art program in the Bronx, Michael Jackson's trials back in 2005, McDonalds, Coca-Cola, a guy from Alabama that is a Jihadi or whatever, and one about Canada. There was also this thing about this photographer named Agnes something from Sete, France.

I haven't spoken to my best friend in almost a month.

My brother has duty the day we were going to the zoo. Now we might not go. We might just see him.

I feel hungry. I feel tired. I feel weak. I feel bored. I feel lonely.

I need to wash my hands because I was coughing into them a minute ago.

I am almost packed. I don't know. I'm waiting for my parents to get home so we can go to dinner. I need to straighten my hair

I think I grew a little, but nobody knows. I don't know. I lay down too much and don't stand up long enough to check.

I probably sound so depressed. I'm not. I'm just bored. This is why I don't like summer. This is why I hope I get a job.