Captain's log, stardate 62909. I am going insane in this house. The heat of the summer air is beginning to take its toll on my mind.

My immune system is down, and I have lost all desire to write. When will this end?


Too many Star Trek marathons. It hasn't even been three weeks, and I'm already wishing the end of August was here.
Yes, school is the cause of much anguish in my life, but at least I'm busy doing something, and I'm with other people.
I can't help but notice that people forget about each other during the summer, and I'm discovering that now more than ever.
No one calls. No one cares. Usually I don't give a damn, but for some reason, I just can't stop thinking about it this year.
I expected things to be different by now, but I'm still having the same stupid problems. So frustrated and tired.


Is it something on my part? Maybe I'm just overreacting. Or maybe a certain house elf has stolen all my letters and blocked all my
phone calls. HMMM? Whatever. I don't even know what to do for my freaking birthday, or if I should even plan anything at all.
I hate parties. Mostly because I have no authority whatsoever, and things never go as planned. And no one ever comes.
And all the, planning, supplies, energy, time, money, etc. ACK. It hurts just to think about it. NOTHHANKSILIKEMYSANITY.


At least I have a new Harry Potter film to look forward to, even though every director so far has failed miserably, and It's an excuse
to get out of the house and wear my Ravenclaw gear. I have to buy tickets and gather a large group, because this movie MUST DEFEAT
THAT STUPID TWILIGHT FILM AT THE BOX OFFICE. FEEL MY WRATH MEYER!!111


I still haven't gotten over that. Ah. Shutting up now. Until next time kiddies. I'm out.