I finished reading Flowers for Algernon. It was incredibly depressing. Yet it was a really good novel and I enjoyed reading it immensely. It's one of those delightful "thinking novels". yet now, here I am, watching Jimmy Neutron, one of the few Nicktoons I don't regularly enjoy. That and Catscratch. I loathe Catscratch.
Anyway. I'm pleasantly and thuroughly depressed at this point in my summer. As usual, not entirely clear on why. I have an idea, though. But it's always just an idea.
I am also disappointed because we were supposed to see the fireworks tonight at Avon Commons, just like the last two years. Unfortnately the rain makes that look unlikely. And the rain date is Saturday, and I already bought my ticket to Reel Big Fish. Which is actually far superior to fireworks, but still.
The most unfortunate is that I now have nothign really to do tonight, and I have to get out of here pretty soon or my parents will force me to consume dinner with them. Which is painful. I can't talk to them anymore. It stresses me out and I don't even know why.
Um, well, screw this.
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