Listening to All Hope Is Gone by Slipknot. Dad hates this band but I told him I don't know how his taste of music affects me. He sent me to my room. Here I am.
The sky is clear, cloudless, bright, soft blue. The trees are still full of green leaves. The sound of lawn mowers and cicadas ring out, up and down the street. I'm on the computer on a beautiful August morning. Yup.
Updated my iPod. I found out how to put pictures on it. Sweet.
He-Who-Can't-Be-Named-On-The-Computer is home. Well not home, home but back. Like back in the country. I missed him. His birthday's on Thursday. What should I get him, I wonder? I'm broke.
Dear Night Star, My Shadowed Heart Journal. I hope you're doing better than I.
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