Is it strange that I enjoy filling out the mood and everything first, then I type out the journal? I think it is.

Already, it's been an eventful summer. I'm getting a job, Michael Jackson died, and my mother got into a car accident, though she still won't admit that it's her fault.

My health is improving vastly, though I'm still not well enough to go to school every morning, so I'm staying with ECOT. I have to be able to get a lot of sleep, and if I go back to Northwest, then I can't do that as I am. Now, for example, I wake up at 2 in the afternoon. I can't do that going back to public school.

I plan on going to a lot of conventions next year, so I hope that I can stay in remotely good enough health to do it!

Also, my girlfriend keeps spoiling me with such nice things. I can't help but think "Wow, I'm such a lucky person." The misfortunes just slide off, I suppose.

That same girlfriend just had to have an ear surgery. She had a hole in her eardrum, so please be kind to her as you should be anyhow.

I also realized, over these nearly three months, what a terrible person I am. Please, regard me kindly anyhow.