If you can't tell, I've been reading Chuck Palahniuk. A lot. I read Haunted and then Fight Club a while ago and then I read Lullaby and am almost through Diary. The library called today and said my holds were in, so I'm watching Fight Club later today and will be reading Invisible Monsters later this weekend. I also got A Clockwork Orange and some other stuff, so I basically feel like im in literary heaven right now. It'd been a while since I'd read anything new. It's kind of sad though because they're library books so I can't highlight them or write in them :(

I went to the pool yesterday, that was fun. My brother was babysitting our cousins Sarah and Stephanie. I went with to help Sarah download songs onto her new ipod shuffle and we ended up going to the pool. It'd been quite a while since I've gone, so I found out my lung capacity isn't quite as good as it was before. Also, the bottome of the pool never used to hurt my ears but now it does.Also, Stephanie is a huge brat. She is the youngest so she is supposed to be bossed around by her older sister, but instead she tries telling her older sister and me what to do. Yeah, pretty sure I wasn't going to put up with that. The cool thing about being someone's favorite is that even if you make them cry, they still like you. lol.

My hand fucking itches right now. I knew I should have sterilized that needle before I poked it through my skin. My leg and arm feel fine though. Stupid hand.

I'm trying to make hemp stuff, but I suck

My dad cut down part of one of my favorite trees. That bastard. IT was the one I climbed the most. He cut off the part I always used to get down from. I climbed it the other day and had to go back to the spot where I got on. Then I had to jump on the old rotted picnic table and I landed on a piece of a walnut shell. Then I had a bloody foot.

Next weekend I go to my aunt's house to dog/house sit for her. They have a hammock now, right next to their pool, so it's going to be pretty sweet. I love doing that for them. Sure, I have to clean up dogshit and jump into disgusting smelly swamps to catch the dog that runs away, but I get to be alone. Completely alone, unless I feel like having someone over. Wooh.

That's it for now. According to my daily planner, I need to be checking on my sister's guinea pig.

And I love Ryan Ross.