I wrote my graduation speech last night. It's good, but not great. It's a good mix between humour, sentimentality, and looking towards the future. I'm prepared to give it next week, and I'm getting more excited about it. I have a little longer to revise it. I almost copied it all down here, but decided not to. Maybe later. I don't fucking know. This entry is boring as hell today. I'm going to see a lame emo/rock show at the Bottom Of The Hill tonight. It's not going to be a whole lot of fun, but I have nothing better to do. I'm trying to get myself looking good for summer, and I'm failing miserably. Mother is going to give me a haircut later. I'm tempted to bleach my hair this weekend, but I think I'm going to wait. I'm a loser, but I want to know if Max will like it before I do. I'm so pathetic. If things go as I expect them to, I'm gonna do it on Sunday. It's been about a year since I was platinum, and I think it will make good summer looks. But I'm not positive it will look good, so I'm gonna wait until after it doesn't matter how I look. I wish I was more confident in myself. But no, I'm not. I try.

I really have nothing exciting or interesting or revealing to say. So, I'm dead. It's summer, and I hate and love myself alternately. I'm so glad it's summer though. The heats oppressive, but the sun is good. I'm no longer a vampire, allergic to the sun. I like going out in the sun with a book and no shirt. It's fun. Till tomorrow.