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The sky is incredible. It makes the earth beautiful.
Even with thunder and rain.

It's incredible.

edit. I like how the rain drops leave their homes, come like rockets and shatter like glass against the hard dirt. Then, someday, they go back home.

Fuzz Academy shall be opening soon (hopefully). I plan to join as soon as I can, and be one of the first to own a cadet ;] Sometimes, people are amazing at what they can create. You don't usually meet amazing people. I wish I could. Just meet someone, amazing. They'll be above everyone else, with an invisible border around them. No one really noticing, but not daring to approach. You know how things are, we just aren't worthy.

Today our basement neighbor James just walks up the stairs. My sister and I were wearing tees and underwear. She was lying on the carpet, phone in hand, sick and tired. I stepped up to the plate, in my tank and green puppy panties, told him my step mom wasn't home. Then he left. And we pretended that never happened. You can't really blame us, it was hot (even though it's cloudy today). Though what I hate is how useless my step brother and sister is. They just are. Lazy and spoiled. More than I am, which is really saying something. I fear that I will need to cook and clean after them from now own. Oh the horror. I'm to young to face this sort of despair. No, I'd rather just leave. Walk back to New York. Just walking, for endless nights. Back to where I was, back to everything. Home.

We should all study harder. Be the top of our classes. Smart, but not arrogant. Hardworking and not lazy. I want to go back before seventh grade. Before I knew how to procrastinate. Really. We're too young to be this lazy. It's depressing. I need to study more. Bs and A-s don't cut it anymore. Not if your parents are nerdy asian wizards.

I haven't finished my book yet. Still stuck on the 5!5!5! I love that. How Lindsey ran. How courageous and made up she is. I wish I were atheletic. I don't want to be weak. That's stupid, being weak. You'll die.

Creme Savers are delightful. Chocolate and caramel. Coffee and sugar. Bittersweet candy. I think I've grown five pounds. A tradegy indeed. I couldn't really tell though, but the little things in bathrooms do not lie. I am ninety-five pounds and I am not happy. Don't call me anorexic or anything. I really aren't. I just don't like the fact that my step mom and dad have succeeded in overfeeding me.

I wonder if my Hamster is okay. He probably forgot me by now. Last year, when I had come home, my itty bitty friend was sick. Then died shortly after. I don't want to leave them anymore. My friends. Don't die.

Hey. Aren't boy's shorts just the best? They're so big and comfy, and so, the envious Julie decides to pay her step dad to buy guy shorts for her. Haha, guy shorts do not cease to entertain me. I should seriously wake up earlier. Around nine, just because the Snowager's asleep during then. Otherwise I need to wake for 5 pm. I want money, so I can buy more clothes and buy psp 11 and norton antivirus and possibly activate microsoft word. Just because, I want to spoil my laptop. And myself, of course.

We both know you missed me, and let's face it, it's love (ahahahaha... no.)

Edit.

HONEY X HONEY DROPS
Master x Honey = *faint* x_x;

Hashuckanums.

What is this cowardly sense of failure I am seeing in this poorly disciplined generation of ours?!

I hate swimming. The whole idea of it, not the action of performing it. Swim suits aren't comfortable, and it's uncomfortable being seen in them. Then the whole concept of bathing in a large pool of water with loads of other rowdy children in it. It feels a tad... disgusting. Even though it's a violation of the rules, people still spit, blow their nose, and release other bodily substances. Then there's splashing. I for one, just hate people who splash, or make loud noises on purpose. Swimming is actually a very graceful and peaceful activity, and few see it as such. Even though chlorine's an ass, the pool's still a pretty rad place.

The front tire crashed into the sidewalk, and now it's dead. That cancels out biking for the rest of my summer. Today they sold them. The bikes that didn't work anymore. We got new, alien bikes. They have shiny handles and stiff new seats. The air still fresh in the tires. I miss our old bikes. The half rusted ones that we never brought back for tune ups. The ones half out of old air, with ripped seats and dusty pedals. Yeah, those old timers. They're gone.

Another series finished, Kamisama Kazuko. Feels like another generic angel-devil parody like Pita Ten. Except, it isn't. Pita Ten was never a success as an anime. Kage Donbo's works really shouldn't be animated. No one draws chibis as beautifully as KD, partly because they weren't meant to move. The lines and colors are so fragile, the soft feel of them would break at the slightest mishap. 

I miss New York.

 Sayonara Zetsubo Sensei

"My father tried to make himself taller."

The combination of the most negative man in the world and the most positive girl in the world creates the most comical couple in all history. Introducing Pink Supervisor and Fuura.