My daily schedule seems to be the same everday. During the week days, I get up at six thirty to seven, have breakfast and maybe watch something. Then I leave home at around eight ten or so. For classes, I have essay writing, public speaking, and journalism. School ends at twelve fourty-five. After lunch, the whole afternoon's my own time. I spend all the time at summer school awaiting to get home and then I decide on what I want to do.

Play video games, watch some anime, and then read some comics. It becomes boring. I don't know; maybe I actually want to be working hard and in school. Well then, I shouldn't bore you with my whining and complaints. So, my family's been talking of going on vacation. We're planning to go to Yellowstone at the beginning of August. Sis is working, so she'll be taking some time off. We're going on a bus tour or something. Not flying there, but probably driving. I hate going on an airplane. I much prefer long car rides.

Another week has gone by, another one has come. Time passes so quickly when you have a lot to do and so slowly when you're doing nothing. The feeling of accomplishing something is prideful while the feeling of doing something you enjoy is happy. So similar, yet so different. When you're not productive, you want to be. When you're productive, you want to have free time. The endless cycle.

I'm just rambling on. Even during summer, my head is filled with worthless thoughts. Hoping that rambling to someone will clear it. Still, it just keeps on coming. -_-

"I like this site i think i'll link to you on my site if you do this." It's not like we're expecting you to link us in return for doing the requests. It would be nice if you did, but if you say it like that, I wouldn't want you to link us anyway! Linking the site of your own decision is proof that you really like our site. That's what makes us feel happy.

I cook for my sister and brother when they come home. And when my mother's home, I set up the table for dinner and sometimes do the dishes. Get the mail, take out the trash. Although they're little things, I want to do whatever I can to help. It may not help much, but if it makes my mother relieved not to have to do dishes or my sister happy to come home to a good dinner, I'm glad.

And lately, I've been thinking about why I hate my brother so much. It's not just the sibling rivalry. Naturally, I hate him more when he is around than when he's not. He stuffs food down his throat and then, without a thank you, he goes off to play computer games. "He's a little boy," right? He's not really little anymore. He'll be in fourth grade next year.

I always wonder what my little brother's thinking, too. Like when he was laying on the couch one day, he said, "It's good to be alive for some things and bad for others." It pissed me off because I really didn't want to hear it from him. What did he know about life? What troubles did he have? He's too carefree to be worried about anything. Now, I want to know whether he was talking about something small like TV and computer games or whether it was actually something more important. I wouldn't underestimate him, but I don't want to overestimate him either.