Ah, boredom...

Surfing other peoples' friends pages, looking for stuff to do- ignoring my to-do list as usual.

Came up with the following.

( Was aiming for Raistlin, but what I got instead was...*dies laughing* )

I always told people I would be a very bad teacher.

summer...heat...ick

I really can't stand being in my room at this time of day. It's too hot. Bloody western exposures...

And damn Sears for having to order our new curtains, anyway. 21 working days as of the weekend before last... it's only been about five of those working days... argh! I'm going to fry first, never mind the fact the summer's going to be almost over.

I have this lovely laptop, but there's nowhere in the apartment I can move it. The only things on the cooler side of the building are the kitchen and the dining room. There's nowhere to sit in the kitchen, and the dining room- which isn't really a room, just a place where we keep the table- is...not going to work.

I've been trying to remember what I did last summer. Ran the fan on high until I broke it, and spent a lot of time in the pool.

My grandparents invited me to go to the coast with them last weekend, but I couldn't face it. They're just so much trouble- refuse to admit I've grown up. And they didn't even invite me, just told Mom to tell me I could come if I wanted. And my grandmother wonders why I never call her.

I'm re-reading the Harry Potter books in preparation for the new one, and have made it to Goblet of Fire already. I started...let's see. Thursday, I think. That's a book a day on the shorter ones. GoF will take longer, of course, but still. It's depressing in a way that I read so fast. Books keep getting more expensive, and I go through them faster.

So I have all these projects I really want to get done while I'm still on vacation, but the heat makes me irritable, and it makes it hard to concentrate. Sometimes I'm so hot and annoyed by the heat that I don't even want to read, which requires almost no energy, and very little mental power (well, except for digging every last detail about things like Death Eaters and Aurors out of GoF).

I didn't watch the weather on the news last night- too depressing. But it's been 100 degrees and over for most of the last week, and judging by the temperature when I went out to grab the mail- bills and crap, mostly crap- the trend is continuing.

Sometimes I wonder how the weatherman survives the summer. Doesn't everyone else want to kill him, too?

Michael and Jonni are moving Sunday. I really want to cry, but I won't until after they've gone. We are getting together before they go, though- they're throwing a bit of a party in the now-empty house, and Michael hasn't packed the grill yet.

Oh, gods, I'm going to miss them.

It's too hot.

And I am avoiding thinking about things that I really should be...