This has been long overdue.

Really... I don't enjoy blogging too much. I spend way too much time trying to figure out what I'm going to say, trying to have correct grammar, and also trying to be interesting so my life doesn't sound boring. Too bad that's exactly what it is. BORING.

The weekend was pretty much taken over with helping my uncle paint (as will every other weekend). I know in my last blog I talked about this, but i just feel like there's more to complain about. First of all, he says that he's getting me ready for when I get a real eight hour job. I don't need his fucking help! I'd rather be 'playing video games all day' or 'taking a two hour nap', which are two things he had told me are unacceptable. I just wish he would shut the fuck up before I pop the fuck off on his ass. Yesterday we used this oil-based primer stuff. It smelled HORRIBLE. He's lucky I didn't get high from all the fumes and jump out the window. But you know what.... It's all gonna be worth it when I get enough money from him to buy mahself a macbook. RIIIIIIIGHT!

Let's see... what else... welllll on Sunday there was a picnic for the church that my mom goes to. It wasn't that fun because I mostly just sat there the whole time with my dad, who's just as clueless as I am to who everyone there was. At the end, there was this thing where people got up and did these dances such as the electric slide, the chicken dance, and all that good shit. Of course I didn't get up because... I didn't want to... OR MAYBE I DID BUT I WAS TOO SCARED.
Either way, It's over now.

I can't help but to be excited over next school year. I'm going into 10th grade! Double digits, babyyyyy. I'm also going into all honors classes, only because I begged the guidance counselor to put me in them. Although I did find out that two of my teachers had reccomended me for honors next year anyway. I know that I'm going to have lots of fun breakdowns with the amount of work I'll get. OH YEAH, I'll also get to see Katie every day!

Speaking of Katie, I haven't seen in her two weeks AGAIN. I kind of thought that during the summer there would be more opportunities to see her, but i'm finding out that it's just the opposite. We actually saw more of eachother when we were in school, when we'd plan (maybe not plan...) get togethers on the weekends. Now that she is being forced to take care of her neice, Kaitlyn, and I'm being forced to help my uncle paint on weekends... It's hard to find a time when we're both free. I miss her like a fat kid misses cake, but I guess you could say I'm the fat kid missing the cake too.

dwid.

GOODNESS I'M HORRIBLE AT BLOGGING.

I'm re-doing this post that i saved as a draft about a week ago. I wrote it when I was in a very depressed mood, so of course i didn't finish it that day. Now that I'm feeling only a tiny bit better than I did last week, I'm going to attempt to write a complete blog. In fact, I've actually come up with a few topics to discuss since then.

Let's just start off with the topic that I've been wanting to write/complain about for quite some time now. Although that's a lie since I've only known about this for about two weeks. So my uncle called up asking my parents if I would want to help him paint, and like a fool, they said yes. Little did I know that this would include working an eight hour day with him on Saturdays and Mondays. We're painting this house that is owned by people who have apparently never heard of AIR CONDITIONING. They also have apparently never had someone paint their house before, since they don't know to move their shit out of the way for us before they get there. But they're old, so I don't really think think they're capable of lifting heavy furniture. I JUST LIKE COMPLAINING ABOUT IT. Anyway, the whole point of this is that I DO NOT like helping my uncle paint. The end.

Something else that has happened is that I have finally started my summer reading! I have to read four books in total for both my honors English and Social Studies classes next year. For English, the books I have to read are: Animal Farm by George Orwell, 1984 by George Orwell, and Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë. For Social Studies, I have to read: The Undercover Economist by Time Harford. I have to take notes while I read the books for English, and after I'm finished reading each book, I have to write a one page thematic statement for the book and a one page paper about why I liked it. After I'm done reading my Social Studies book, I will have to write a 2-3 page essay on it, using the rubric they gave that shows what all we should have written in the essay. I have about two months to get all this done before school starts. How fun.

That's it for right now.... sad, huh? I know.

I will follow you into the dark.

Dear Blog,

I'm sorry i haven't written in you for more than ten days. I haven't had much to say, and even if i had, i probably would of been too lazy to type it out. I hope you're not upset with me for this.

School let out two days ago and i couldn't be happier. The last day of school was realllllllllly long, though. Anyway, yesterday I looked on the online grading thing and i found my report card for the 6th marking period. I don't know if it's completely finished or whatever because it didn't have my GPA on it, but I got an A in every class except for social studies, which i got a B in. Then i found my Final exam grades. I got an A in Business essentials and Health [Those classes are really easy so it doesn't matter]; I got B's on my Science, Social Studies, and Math final; and I apparently got a C on my English exam. WTF?!?! I thought I had done the best on that exam so it was really unexpected. I don't even want to think about it anymore.

In other news, it was Katie's birthday yesterday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO KATIE! I spent the day with her yesterday and we had some pretty hot sex, I mean *coughs* ahem... yeah. She got a Nikon camera and named it a couple different names, but the last one that she decided on was Clayton. I also made her a birthday video which i thought sucked since my editing shit doesn't work. I hope she liked it enough. D:

There were a couple more things that happened, but I really don't feel like typing anymore.

Love, Tyler.