I am dying of boredom.

I'm pretty sure I've done just about everything there is so do at my house, alone...

I spray painted random things in my lawn, painted some pictures and put them on my wall, played basketball with blaring "scremo" music, got chased by my cat, sprayed that same cat with Silly String, made faces on my bathroom mirror with Easy Cheese, drew a penis on the big Dry-Erase board in my kitchen, wrote a fan lettter to Morgan Freeman, drew a face on my stomach with Sharpie, and tried to play PlayStation but got mad and threw the controller.

Well, that seems like a pretty productive day, doesn't it? I think so.

Oh, I also made a spear from a stick in my yard. I spray painted it gold and it looks really cool. I sent my dad off to get some balloons so I can pretend I'm a Cherokee Indian that really does not like elastic rubber, or colors...

My new favorite animal is an octopus. They're so cool and awkward. Dood, they're even cooler than my mother. And, yes, that is saying a lot, right there.