Hm...I'm really bored. I talked to Amy for like an hour on the phone. Somehow, I really hate the phone now. I've started to hate a lot of things like shopping for clothes and talking on the phone and stuff like that. It seems stupid because it is. I hate shopping. Agh. How I hate it. When I go to the mall I don't even look. I just walk in circles. I would rather go to Walmart. It's a much happier place and they have everything. Mmmm...I'm craving Jones Sodas. Really bad. I had a Fufu Berry yesterday. Mmm...so good! Strawberry Lime is the best though. Fufu Berry is second. Green Apple is third. Whenever I hear music I think of people. It's really sad. Oh well. Hm, I really hope my mom lets me go to SummerFest tomorrow. I think she will but I'm not positive. Oh well. I need another pair of pants dang it! I ripped somemore when Whitney and I jumped this really high barbed wire fence. Oh well. Whitney came over yesterday. I got to hear lots and lots about her job at the Sports Academy. Woot. It was dumb. She kept talking about the little kids and how cute they are and about Garrett who works there too and about how she saw Derek at Fun Park. Oh well. I didn't really have anything to tell her. My week has consisted of hanging out with Teresa, Craig, Scott, and people and wandering around Logan with other people. I highly doubt she would care about either subject. She would pretend to be interested but yeah. Oh well, it seems like I do more listening but it's fine with me. Whitney's an awesome friend and hanging out with her is fun. I need to shower. I need to clean the upstairs bathroom. I need to wash my lifeguard shirt. I need to figure out what time Amy is getting in on the 29th. I need to do a lot of things. But I don't want to. I will probably clean the bathroom and shower. Then get online and talk to people. My little's brothers sheep is coming today along with 6 other sheep. Joy. Don't I sound thrilled. Because I am. Seven crying stupid farm animals. Maybe they will get sick and die. I know that's mean but still....my little brother isn't gonna take good care of them and who will get stuck with the job instead?! Yeah...me because "I'm just good with animals and I love them soo much". *rolls eyes* Parents can be so clueless sometimes. I really don't like sheep or cows or chickens or any of the other farm yard animals. Horses don't count. They are ranch animals and dogs and cats don't either. Haha. I have really weird dreams. It's messed up. I had a dream that when ever someone got shot Code Red Mountain Dew flew all over and this was scary for some reason.*looks confused* And dreams about spit and other stuff. Oh well. I always forget the details of my dreams anyways. I only remember who is in the ususally. Oh well. I am rambling on about nothing!!! YET AGAIN!!! K I'm done.