It's August eleventh, and I don't know where the summer has gone. What's even more appalling is that I can't say that I really accomplished anything. Yes, I've read four books this summer, but I've done nothing but drink almost everyday. It's a little depressing. I've become such an alcoholic. I haven't accomplished any of the things I said I was going to do this summer and I'm not surprised. I have the most lazy, self-loathing friends out of anybody. I knew that I wasn't going to accomplish anything; and yet, I'm still upset about it.
Anyway, I'm slightly excited about going back to school. That is utterly the most scary and perplexing thing that I've ever felt. never in my life have I ever said that I wanted to go back to school. CRAZY... ABSOLUTELY CRAZY!!!!
