Last Day of Summer gone.

Dude. If you read all of my blogs this past Summer, you'd know, I'm a fuckin' schizophrenic. Let's do a recap, shall we?

--At the beginning of the Summer I babysat. Then they learned how to stay home alone since the oldest one is about...friggin' thirteen-years-old.
--I was bored as fuck and I wished to get a job.
--Then I fuckin' had a job....babysitting for an actual baby.
--Then his dad came back and I didn't have to babysit him anymore. But I missed it a little.
--I wanted school to start.
--I went away for five days.
--I do not want school to start.

See...I'm neurotic. Even I notice it, but do I do anything to change it? Of course not. My last day of Summer was spent vacuuming the whole house (which makes me wish we lived in a smaller one), watching A Makeover Story and A Dating Story on TLC, listening to music, making my mom's resume, picking up my sister, and taking a fat ass nap. Now, I have to do something for my grandma. I have no friggin' idea why they ask me to do this shit. I mean, damn, you have ten other grandchildren, why don't you ask them? Instead, you ask the neurotic, stressed-out-about-applying-to-college senior. But I'm just sayin'. Whatever. WHatever, whatever, whatever.

Its so hot. It felt like mid-July last night. What happened. Tomorrow its supposed to shower. GREAT! First day of school. Let it pour.