I feel like making a public post today. Yay? Moving on...

Summer. It has been depicted by media as a fun, fun season, with worry-free days spent in beaches, surrounded by tall palm trees, beer, and sultry, bikini-clad women, the sun streaming down and giving the sea an oddly inviting glimmer.  It is is a time to party all night, to experience new things, to let go of life's burdens even for just a few moments.

I LOVE SUMMER. I REALLY DO. Who wouldn't enjoy a two-month vacation from school? I, for one, know I would. But here's the problem. The BIG problem. THERE'S SO MUCH TIME, AND SO MUCH TO DO...SO MUCH, THAT I HAVE SEEMINGLY ENDLESS TIME IN MY HANDS BUT THERE'S NOTHING LEFT TO DO. Darn, that was certainly a mouthful.  And quite a vague  mouthful too. Rawrr. 

Once again, I see my home as a dungeon. My actions turn more and more mechanical as each day passes.

START OF DAY. I wake up pretty late. (sometime between 10:00-1:30. depends on my mood.) I watch tv while eating lunch. I take a bath. I watch tv again. I sing along to MVs. I text. I go outside and play with our dogs. I read books/magazines/anything readable I find. I have a little siesta when necessary. I eat dinner. I call up people. I surf the net, 'til 1:30 or so. I sleep. END OF DAY.

And that's pretty much what I'll be doing for the next two months, with the addition of tutor sessions and some much-needed review time. I've practically exhausted my house's 'entertainment resources.' This routine of mine is slowly reverting my mind to a zombie-like state, living each day with a glazed look, letting out an 'ugh' comment at every task. As much as I want to go out, I can't. I don't have my allowance anymore, and I have nowhere to go. Or maybe I have, but getting there is a pretty big issue. 

My migraine's have become common, since I only eat two meals a day now. Extreme abstinence? Yeah, right. I can't find anything good enough to eat around here. It's always the same things on the menu. I'm a picky eater, which is a big minus point for me. 

Also, I'm still feeling down, thanks to my still lingering predicament. I feel so regretful, so unhappy, so stupid, so alone, so useless. 
Yes, my friends, the emobug has bitten me yet again. Go me.

 Ah, well. I better stop it with all this dramatic bullshit of mine eh?  'Cause frankly, no one cares. Were all just a bunch of self-absorbed people. Okkkk, maybe not. Haha, I just committed a fallacy right there. Hasty generalization. Go figure.

Meh, at least someone made me happy.
"Vixerrific: I have read all the chapters in 30 Ways at least twenty times each. Please keep updating it gives me hope."
^ I have never even met this person, but it makes me happy that someone appreciates me, even in the cyber world. *sulks*

I hope I can get things right, put it all back together, and find meaning in my dull life once more.
In time, perhaps. Help?

ARRIVEDERCI~