I made pumpkin pie today. Mostly to help the horror of having to be at school tomorrow, on memorial day, at 10:30 in the morning. Which means of course that I have to leave at 9:30, and have to get up at 8:30. I woke up at 10:30 today. Besides, pumpkin pie is a bit of an inside joke now.

Folklife yesterday. Quite jolly. Didn't buy anything, but all the clothes are always bloody expensive, and I really didn't see much jewellery. Dunno what else I would've bought. Got rather damp running in the fountain, and then rather woodchippy being dumped in the woodchips at the playground in Fremont. Took several pictures, hope they turn out. I ought to go on a photo kick for the end of the year. I often seem to do that. Wish I had a digital camera, then I could see them right away. I don't even remember what's on the last roll of film that I just used up.

I can't believed that in three and a half weeks I'll be a fourth of the way through high school. That's bloody terrifying, I say.

Ian wanted to read my writing, so I'm going through all my ancient poetry, which I now realise is quite awful. I'm glad I've mostly chucked rhyme. I really ought to write more of it. This summer. I hate not having all the time in the world. And so much I'm meaning to do this summer. I know it won't get done. It never does. But some of it, maybe. Maybe I'll stop being such a lazy bumpkin. I like being lazy, I just don't like feeling so useless. Stupid conundrum.

Mmm. Pie. I should do some homework eventually, shouldn't I? Don't want to. I'd rather sit around watching movies.