monotonous summers.

Feeling: mellow.
Listening: to Owl City, Strawberry Avalanche. Someone somewhere was reading my mind when they gave this guy a recording contract.
Sitting: at my IKEA desk :D
Current favourite beverage: MOAR CHERRY COKE PLZ.

As you can see, my new musical obsession is Owl City. If you hear his songs you'll know why. I still like La Roux a lot thoughs. I think this synthpop thing is growing on me like bacteria.

So, it's the first day of the summer holidays. Unlike most people, I'm not all that excited. Every summer I've had was boring and monotonous. This is how it usually goes: I do the chores, my brother is on the computer 24/7, they have fights, I clean up after them, if the floor is dirty I'll mop it again, sleep, breakfast, the cycle continues.

I barely go anywhere. I can kinda blame my family for my unhealthy unsocial lifestyle.

This morning I asked my mum if we're going anywhere this holiday. She said, no, eight weeks of being at home. I almost cried afterwards.

In primary school, on the first day of school after the holidays, the teacher will always ask for a report on what we did in the holidays. In year 2, my report consisted of one sentence: "In the holidays I did nothing", followed by a huge drawing of a house and a parked car, just so I could fill up the paper space and some time.

And that sentence was probably true.

I've wasted my life up to this point and I'll probably keep wasting it. Yay.

Oh, fuck this.