Sometimes I Cry Myself To Sleep

Coming up on the 4th of July. I hate the 4th of July in Virginia. In Florida, everybody and their brothers are doing fireworks and staying up late and stuff. Here, people could hardly care less. So that's why I hate Independence Day in VA. 'Course, I mostly hate VA, so that's really no surprise.

Bugs.

I was going to get a digital camera at Walmart today. I had the one I wanted all picked out and everything. Then when I told the girl I wanted it, she was like, "We don't have that one." Apparently, the warehouse has been out of them for months and they have no idea if they're going to get anymore. SO WHY IN THE WORLD DO THEY STILL KEEP IT OUT ON DISPLAY?!?! Because it's Virginia, that's why.

So I bought myself a consolation present - Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban (and I sure did just spell prisoner with a Z. Don't ask, I'm tired.). I've already started reading it.

I cleaned out the pool this afternoon for Mom. Then I swam for a little while.

Tomorrow we're going to Rehoboth Baptist Fellowship for church. I hate to admit it, but I feel absolutely no enthusiasm about that whatsoever. I love the Marstons and all, but their church just isn't the one I would really choose to go to. Well, at this point, I'm not feeling too favorably toward churches in general. Hey, I know it's been *counts* ten(?) months since the whole New Hope ordeal, but it takes a long time for me to recover from something like that. I mean, really, think how many months it took for me to recover from everything that went on with RJ and Michelle and Tiffany and them.

I need to cheer up.

I need to watch a stupid movie.